West Coast

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SHIP: Niam

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Boyxboy

Liam's Pov:

Colors of red, orange, yellow and mixes of pink and peach displayed themselves in perfect arrangement across the sky from left to right. Over my left shoulder, my eyes fixate themselves on the most beautiful sunset I've seen in my entire life.

My hands are firmly grasped on the steering wheel in front of me while I cruise smoothly down the open freeway to wherever. Niall slept in the passenger seat with the cutest smile on his face. It was easily more captivating then the sunset. Trying my best to pry my eyes of his fragile and angelic frame, I refocus my eyes on the road. I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled, remembering the sequence events that lead to this moment here.

Niall leaned over me on the hood of the car in the garage. He kissed me playfully on the lips. We had dreams of running away together, but no way to fulfill them. We were alone in this world together. Niall stole the keys to his dad's car from him earlier today.

He tossed the keys to me, signaling he wanted me to drive. He hopped in the passenger seat and I was in the driver seat. Pulling out of the garage, I took a right. The look on Niall's face was something devilish but I had no idea what he was thinking.

"Lets go take a drive on the highway." Niall insisted.

"Anything for you, babe." I told him.

Once on the highway, we drove down the interstate for about 20 minutes. When I was about to turn around and head back in the other direction, Niall proposed an interesting question.

"Why not keep going foreword?" He asked me.

Stunned for a moment, I realized he was right. My life back in our small town sucked. But when I was with Niall, everything seemed to be okay. I smirked and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I looked to my left and saw the beautiful array of color that filled the sky across the ocean.

"For how long?" I asked him.

"Until all our worries are gone." He replied.

I opened my eyes, exhaling slowly. Although the flashback of a memory seemed it could last a lifetime, the actual memory itself is only remembered within a couple seconds.

As the colorful array of colors bounced off the ocean water and into my eyes, I realized, when I was with Niall, all my worries were gone.

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