Exchanged

Chapter 6 : Kissing him

A/N

Hey, Its Me (senu) and my sweet friend Dani here again. Thanks for reading this and please read the other 2 books too. they are written by Dani. <3

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The loneliness was doubled by the shock in my mind created with the loss of Niall. I keep looking into the closed eyes of him and imaginations which were painted within me a long time ago about this amazing guy start to form a bond of emotions in my heart. The feeling of fearlessness of facing those creatures was not second to the bravery and the strength born inside my body. 

I look back at the small door which is locked and decide to break it somehow. I stand up on my feet but the weakness of emotions is holding my step back. I crawl down towards the door and start hitting it from my wrist hoping something good to appear to my vision. But nothing happened and it left me thinking that it was a waste of strength. Tiredness and the hunger are making me fragile. 

The ridiculously aching shoulders lead my spinal code to form an extreme pain with my neck cracked due to sitting in the same position for hours. The time is somewhat a useless something in this awkwardly manipulating place. Wearing a watch in my wrist reminds me of back home. I wonder what my kind is up to. I mean the humans. My eyes are stuck on the door lock but my head is running miles and miles away from where I am and picture old memories of being home on Earth. They will jail me in a cage but they can never jail my imaginations, feelings or thoughts. 

Time passes quickly while I’m drowned in my thoughts. I hear a moan leaving my mouth without even me noticing. Even though I’m trying to hide it, I am getting weaker and weaker every second passes. Louis and Harry should be in the same situation as I am right now. 

Louis? Oh my god! Louis! He was in the same state as Niall was before me and Harry showed up in that room. Does it mean Louis is dead too. Oh my god! 

I start looking around the room with no purpose or plan in my head. To fight those brutes I should be able to open the door and get the heck out of this place. Being in the same place for hours or days or whatever it has been now is making me feel dizzy. Seeing exactly the same things and being somewhere limited within four walls is nothing but sinful. It’s giving me sounds and voices of my loved ones and images of them calling me. I hear my mum crying and they all searching for me everywhere. I hold my head as tight as I can and try to stop this by happening. But it gets more powerful every time I try to stop it. The tears falling from my mum stops my heartbeat. Dad sitting on the couch looking outside the door hoping for me to come home soon and my friends waiting in the bus stop and everyone being worried are spinning around my head. The voices of me and my best friend laughing and me friendlily fighting with my sister and laughing out loud keep getting louder in my ear range making me wanna yell out to be louder than those sounds. 

“Jane?” a fading voice says while I’m yelling. I stop the yell kneeling down. It has stopped. But I feel wobbly and shaky. 

I hear a moan but I’m sure it wasn’t me. I look at Niall’s body and I see his hand moving. 

“Oh my god!” I run towards him and sit on the floor next to him. 

“Jane?” Niall whispers. 

He’s alive? 

I run my fingers in his cheeks and keep looking into those hardly opening and closing blue eyes. The brightness of those eyes is enough to light up this whole place and destroy the darkness. 

“Niall? Can you hear me?” I ask. 

“Yeah I’m fine” he says finally opening his eyes fully but still lying on the floor. He looks stronger than I am. 

“I thought you….” 

“I didn’t die” he cuts off. “It was them. They get my soul out of my body to compare it with the identical me” 

My eyes open wide. 

I don’t care what they did to him, I mean I should be but right now what I can think of is just that he’s back. I still have my eyes connected with his and the blue marbles in his eyes are making me even weaker. The gratitude creating within me to the god is cooling down the heat in my body. 

“Aren’t you cold?” I half whisper to the shirtless Niall scanning from top to the bottom of his bare chest. 

“No I’m not.” He says examining my eyes and reading the words writing in my glance. “I don’t have any tattoos Jane” He leaves a slight smile but it holds thousands of keys to a door of emotions. 

“I kn….” I couldn’t finish as the floor starts to shake once again. I hold onto Niall’s hand and he lets his arms rap around my waist giving the current to an electricity to flow through my body. 

The floor bumps and it makes me jump on Niall. I can’t believe I’m lying on him and as the floor stops shaking in a second I stop struggling and let my body be calm on Niall. I stop my movement and connect my eyes on Niall’s. 

“So you like Harry’s tattoos right? I noticed you staring at them. Well I don’t have any” Niall whispers still looking into my eyes. 

He’s not looking into my eyes; he’s looking into my whole soul. 

“Yeah” I whisper back looking at his moving eyes from my eyes to lips. “They make him hot.” 

“You like him, don’t you?” He asks running his cold fingers in my cheeks. 

“Yeah I do… I like him a lot. Because his strong looking biceps, sexy curls…” I leave a breath, “and his tattoos are way too hot for me to survive.” 

“Sounds good!” he cups my cheek and start to lean in. 

“Yeah I know. I mean he’s a hot guy” I whisper and lean in too. 

I can feel the heat creating back between the inches of small distance between me and Niall’s chest. The touch of his skin is giving me butterflies in my stomach. Every single point of second passes, his lips are getting closer to mine. I close my eyes to be surprised by the touch of his lips. Within which felt like years his lips crash onto mine and I let a moan leave my mouth. Without taking much time my lips automatically starts to feel the comfort of his soft lips by kissing him back. I place my palm in his cheeks and let it travel all the way from his cheeks to hair. I raise his chin and make it more peaceable to graze his lips by mine. 

He presses his lips tightly for the last time and breaks the kiss slightly. I slowly open my eyes and look at Niall’s bright blue eyes saying millions and millions of things. 

“Oh I’m sorry!” I gasp as I realise I’m on top of him. I come down from his body and sit next to him wondering what just happened. I lay next to him and he puts his strong arms under my neck making it more comfortable. I pretend it’s my pillow and close my eyes to fall asleep but the force of his arms in my skin is making my hormones excite. 

It’s weird how sad and worried I was couple minutes ago and now all in a sudden I’m here feeling like the luckiest person ever without caring that our next visitor can be the death. I want to replay that moment and enjoy that kiss once more so badly. 

While I’m thinking of how amazing the last couple minutes were, I hear a slight snoring sound from Niall. I smile to myself and close my eyes to have a little nap before something horrible happen.