Every Little Moment

Niall Horan | His Laugh

"You just said, 'My penis is inside grows tomatoes.'" You blinked at him, lips pursed. He watched you with wide eyes and you knew what was coming up. "You said that on purpose, you goon!" You cried, covering your eyes in embarrassment for him. In your giggling, you heard nothing but wheezing. Through the slits of your fingers, you saw his head back and his eyes squeezed shut. He was clutching his belly, his nose scrunched up, his cheeks red. And with a deep breath from him, your favorite sound escaped past his lips.

You couldn't explain it. Words don't justify laughter. It's like crying - the sound, the emotion, the feel comes from your heart. It's not supposed to be said.

He grabbed you and threw you on top of him, rocking back and you lying on his chest. You felt his chest flex with laughter, and tears began streaming from his eyes. You knew, maybe, it wasn't that funny but to him, life was funny.

You giggled and kissed his red cheeks, wiping away those joyous tears.

"You're a dream." You giggled with a smile stretching from ear to ear.