New Angel | N.H.

Chapter thirteen.

Parker's POV

We are sat on the couch. I'm still coming down from the high that was kissing Niall. His head still lays on my chest. I gently run my fingers through his hair as he searches for a movie on Netflix.

As much as I try to pretend I don't know about Niall already it's crazy to be here in this apartment. The amount of times I've seen this large tv and couch make it feel like I was just returning after not having visited for a while. Which made being here all the more comfortable. It didn't feel so foreign. If anything I appreciated it even more.

I get so caught up in my thoughts I don't see him snap a picture of us. I thought I was the only one sneaking photos when I got the chance.

"Hey!" I shout while reaching for his phone to see the picture.

"You look so deep in thought, can I ask what you're thinking about?" He says in a curious tone.

"Just how wonderful it is to be here with you right now. I mean look at us, who would've thought we'd go from accidental friends to taking secret trips to see each other?"

"It is pretty crazy. Wouldn't rather be doing anything else though." He turns so that his head is laying in my lap and he is facing me. I still continue to play in his hair.

"I'm happy I came, who knows when we would've been able to meet if I hadn't." I've never felt more content in my life.

"Well what do ya want to do babe?" He questions as he sits up normally

"Don't laugh, but can you sing to me?" I felt embarrassed asking. He's sung to me once over FaceTime but now I could finally hear it in person.

"Lucky for you my guitar is right here ready to go"

He picks it up and gets more comfortable on the couch. He spends a few minutes tuning it and deciding what song to sing since I didn't give him a request. The second his fingers start strumming I immediately know what song he had chosen.

It's like I'm immediately flashed back to the day he's asked me what my favorite songs were. I told him I couldn't just pick one so I named off at least 5. Sure Thing by Miguel being one closer to the top of the short list. I should've known that he would've taken it upon himself to learn at least one. I didn't think I'd ever get the opportunity to find out but now I have my answer.

If you be the cash,
I'll be the rubber band
You be the match,
I will be a fuse, boom
Painter baby, you could be the muse
I'm the reporter baby, you could be the news
'Cause you're the cigarette and I'm the smoker
We raise a bet, cause you're the joker
Checked off, you are a chalk
And I can be the blackboard
You could be the talk
And I could be the walk

By the time the chorus picks up I start singing along with him.

Even when the sky comes falling
Even when the sun don't shine
I got faith in you and I
So put your pretty little hand in mine
Even when we're down to the wire baby
Even when it's do or die
We could do it baby, simple and plain
'Cause this love is a sure thing

By the time he finishes my eyes are glued to him. There are no words to describe how I'm feeling in this moment. We're just left starting at each other. Not sure what to do next.

"I've never hear you not screaming along to music, why didn't you share that pretty voice with me sooner?" He speaks your before I any words can find their way out of my mouth. My face groans into a smile that I couldn't prevent.