Black And White //N.H

11.

The next morning I put on a bikini, and a sundress before heading out to the sitting room. I don't see Niall so I'm guessing he's still asleep. I look at the time and it says ten, so I figured I could start making some breakfast, but before I can begin I hear the faint sound of someone strumming on a guitar. I look over to the door that leads to the patio, and see that it's open. I head over and spot Niall sitting on one of the sunbeds with his back towards me, looking out at the view. I watch him for a little while, and listen to him sing. He's singing a song I haven't heard before. "That's lovely. What is it called?" I ask him when he's done. He quickly turns around. "I didn't know you were awake," He says, and scooted over and patted the space besides him, before he continued; "it's called mirrors." I walk over and sit down. "Who is it about?" I ask him while watching the sea. "Oh, nobody," he says. I look at him. "Ni, you can tell me, it's fine," I say. He's never been shy when talking about his former girlfriends before, so I wonder why all of a sudden doesn't want to tell me. "I don't want you to be mad at me," he says, and looks me in the eyes. "Why would I?" I ask him. "I kind of wrote it about you," He says. "Me?" I ask him, surprised. "I don't know," He starts to play a couple of tunes on the guitar. I sit there thinking about it for a while. "I can see it in you, sometimes. I don't know if you've felt it before though," he continues when I don't say anything. "See what?". "Insecurity. Don't get me wrong, you almost always beam with confidence, but there are moments where I see your doubts. It's not necessarily a bad thing, it can keep you humble, but it can also drag you down. That's when it gets bad, and I would never want you to feel that way," he explains to me. "When can you see it?" I ask him. "Not often, but sometimes if I give you a compliment and you turn all shy. Why is that?" He asks me. I think about it for a while. "Often people give compliments to make them feel better about themself. I'm not saying that's why you do it, quite the opposite actually. You seem genuine, and that's not something I'm used to in these kinds of situations. It makes me feel a little shy, and I don't know, better about myself I guess?" I tell him.

"Why aren't you used to it, and what situations?" He asks me. "I don't know which situations I'm talking about, maybe where someone else than when my friends and family give me compliments I guess-" I start, but he cuts me off. "Friends? You don't consider me as a friend?" he asks, looking a bit hurt. "Of course you are Niall, but it's no secret that you're not only a friend," I explain. He smiles, and looks out at the ocean. "And for not being used to it, I guess I've never had someone that's more than a friend tell me I look beautiful, that I'm smart, or that I have nice arms when I work out," I tell him, bringing up things he's said to me, ending it with a little laugh. "Well, your ex boyfriends must have sucked pretty hard then," I shrug at his comment. He lays down on the sunbed and spreads his legs on either side of the bed, motioning for me to lay down as well.

"Tell me about them," he says and starts playing with my hair. I ask who he means, and he answers my exes. "Oh, okay, so I've only been in two serious relationships. The first one was the guy I told you about that dumped me on the ferris wheel. Apart from that part he was a nice guy. He was an up and coming football player, just like you back in the days," I tell him, taking a pause, listening to his beautiful laugh. "That was actually the reason he dumped me, said he couldn't have a long distance relationship when he was going to Rome to pursue his career, we dated for about a year when I was eighteen," I tell him. "And the second one?" He asks, and I flinch a little. "Well, that's a long story," I tell him. "We have all the time in the world, sweets," he tells me. I stay quiet for some time. "I guess we do, huh? He was a total prick to be honest. We started dating when I was nineteen, and we dated until june. I was, as they say in every movie, in love with the idea of love. I thought he was the one, and didn't realize he didn't care about me." I say, and think about what I should say next. "He didn't work, but he got by because he was living with me for free. A win/win situatuon for him, with free food, free flat and sex. For me it was fine for the first two years. Or, I didn't realize it was bad in the first two years. The last one on the other hand, Lily and Roman made me understand that it was wrong, but I still struggled with admitting it. I wish I had though. He caused a lot of emotional trauma," I tell him. "How so?" He asks. If anyone else asked I would probably be annoyed, but Niall just wanted to understand me. "I started to become a thing that he could show off when he wanted to, like an object. Or he had always treated me like that, but I didn't see it. I only had his attention if I had food for him, or if he wanted to sleep with me. He didn't want me to speak if we were with his friends. I lost my voice when I was with him," I continue. He wraps his arms around me, tight. "I'm sorry you had to get through that, it must have been hard." I closed my eyes a bit, before saying; "The worst thing about it was that I was trying to break up with him for about two months, before Roman stepped in and told him to sod off. He moved out of my flat and still has a lot of my stuff. I'm saving up to buy a new flat so I can get away from the one I have now," I tell him. "Tell me if you need help with anything, okay?" he says. I nod at him before I get up. "Let's go get breakfast, and then we can do something fun," I tell him. He gets up as well and follows me to the kitchen. "Yeah, we do know how to bring down the mood,"he laughs. "Yeah, but also how to bring it up again," I say, and find my phone. I go on to Spotify. Niall groans when the melody of what makes you beautiful comes on. I start dancing and we don't need to listen to many songs on the One Direction dischoreography before he joins me singing and dancing.

We sit down and eat our breakfast, before we lay out in the sun to tan. I'm laying on the floating sunbed when I feel water all over me. I look to the side, and see the irish man coming up from the water. "Come swim with me," he says, and grabs my hand. I shake my head no, and he pouts at me. "Pretty please, with a cherry on top?" he tried again. I laugh at him, before I give in and join him.

AN// I absolutely love mirrors. Go stream it<3