Black And White //N.H

24.

"Em, wake up, it's christmas," I wake up to Niall's voice. He's out of bed, all dressed leaning over me. I squint my eyes when I open them, as the light is on and the curtains are pulled aside letting the morning light shine into the room. "Merry christmas, sweets," he says and places a light kiss on my lips. I let out a yawn and look at him. He's excited, like a kid on christmas eve, which is probably true as well. "Merry christmas," I mumble, turning around and pushing my head into the pillow. Niall takes it away from me, making me groan. "What time is it?" I ask him, still facing the mattress. "It's eight." This makes me groan again. "Ni, I love you but it's way too early to get up on christmas eve," I tell him, but freeze when I realize what I said. He sits down on the bedside, and nudges me so I roll over. He pulled me into a cuddle and placed a lot of small kisses on my face. "You're sweet," he says and I roll my eyes. "I want to take you somewhere, before your family is up. Swap gifts and everything," he tells me. "Niall, you didn't have to get me anything," I tell him while I look into his eyes. A really light blue. They're even bluer when it's winter, if that's even possible. "You got me something, no?" he says and I look down. "Of course." I snuggle into his chest hoping this would make him want to stay in bed longer. "Then why shouldn't I get you something?" I roll my eyes at him, knowing he has won the argument. He pulls away and gets out of bed. "Come on, we have to leave in ten minutes," he says. There goes my plan about giving him a cuddle to make him stay in bed. "You know, I don't really appreciate you dragging me out of bed early in the morning. Maybe that will become my new pet peeve," I joke with him while getting dressed. He told me to dress comfortably, so I pulled on some sweats and a warm hoodie. "Well, last time you thought it was rather enjoyable, so stop your fake complaining. I know you think it's fun," he tells me, grabbing my hand and leading me downstairs.

"Take this on," he tells me, handing me a blindfold once we get into the car. He told me he would drive, and I get why now. When I ask why he shoots me a look that says just do it, so I put it on. "You should totally blindfold me some other time," I joke with him. "All you have to do is ask, sweets. I would love to." It doesn't sound like he's joking so I chuckle, a little nervously. Soon enough he stops the car and comes over to help me out. He put his hand on my back and guided me for about 100 meters, and I felt the air change as we got inside. He takes the blind fold off and we're standing in a dark corridor. "Niall, you shouldn't have," I joke with him, making him roll his eyes at me. He takes my hand and walks through the corridors like he has been here a hundred times before. I don't get where we are until we're standing on a stage. "Why are we here?" I ask him, looking out from the stage on O2 apollo. "I wanted to show you. Here's where I performed the first time in Manchester while on tour," he tells and sits down, dangling his legs from the stage. I walk over to him and we sit there together in silence for a while. "It's big. How can you handle performing in front of so many people? I would be terrified," I tell him, putting my head on his shoulder. In many ways this is just like when we were in the Bahamas, except the view is different. "You do it every day at work. I could never do that. Here it's different. You don't really see past row five or six. It's hard connecting screams to faces. Anyways, they weren't here for me, but for the band," he says. "People can't see me when I'm at work. When you're on a stage there's always someone watching you. You can't get away from it. If you fail, you fail." I tell him. "Yeah, then I fail. And I fail a lot. Do you know how often fans come up to me and say chonce. Or potato. Or telling me that they enjoy chilling out in their box?" he laughs and I join him. "I guess that's how you get remembered. By failing," I tell him. "No, no one is ever remembered. Not after they die. They disappear, if not at once it happens after a generation or two. Well that's for normal people like you and me." I think about it for a while. "You're not normal. You're Niall." He looks down at me. "I mean, you're amazing. Everyone loves you. It's hard not to, if I'm being honest. Every time you walk into a room it lights up. And even if you're far away I can always hear you. Well, at least your laugh," I tell him, earning a soft chuckle from him. "Do you think we're doing this wrong? Too fast, too caught up in being us. Our relationship I mean?" He asks after some silence. "I don't know. But I don't think you could ever do a relationship right. They're too complicated. No matter how slow or fast you go it's never gonna be perfect. It's always something you need to work on, you get me?" I tell him. "Yeah. I do. I just feel like we went really fast from just becoming boyfriend and girlfriend to talking about marriage, and saying I love you. I guess it's true that when you know you know," he says. "Yeah, I guess."

He shows me around the venue before we get back to the stage. "Here, I wanted to give you this now," he says, handing me a small box. Before I can speak he holds his hand up. "Yes, I know you're gonna say that I didn't need to get you anything, but you've already told me that today. Anyways I wanted to get you something." I smile at him, and kiss him. "Thank you," I say when we pull away and I start opening the bow. Inside is a silver bracelet. It's simple, but I still love it. When I'm about to put it down, I spot some text on the inside. Watch the sun coming up. I smile, reminded of both the song he wrote, but also the morning on the cliff. "Niall, I love it, thank you so much," I tell him, putting the box down with the bracelet to give him a hug. "We can switch it if you want, that's fine. I just saw it and thought you might like it, but you don't-" I cut him off by kissing him, and he smiles into the kiss. The kiss goes from sweet to rough pretty fast, and I can feel his hands sliding up under my shirt. He pulls me down to the floor on top of him, so that I'm straddling him. His hands take a hold of my hips, bringing them a little down. I let out a soft moan, and he flipped us over. When I feel the itchy rug of the theater floor hit the bottom of my spine I'm reminded where we are, and stop him by putting my hand on his chest. "We can not do this now. Someone could walk in," I tell him and he grans, but get off me before taking my hand helping me up. "Well, we need to do something," he says and looks down at his pants, sporting a bulge. I laugh, before taking his hand and walking out to the car. I stick my hand down in his back pocket, before getting out the car keys. "Hey, what are you doing?" he says, and I unlock the car. "Driving, get in," I tell him and sit down in the driverseat. He gets into the passenger seat and huffs. "First you make me hard and then you don't let me drive, do you hate me?" I laugh at him, backing up and starting the ride back home. "I'm sorry, but I know a faster way, and we're a little short on time if we're gonna make it to church by eleven," I tell him, keeping my eyes on the road. "I need some sort of relief before going to church, because this is not appropriate," he says pointing down at his pants. "Shush it, think about something else." "Like what?" I shrug at him. "I don't really know, Niall," I say and let out a laugh.

AN// Yeah so that's probably the steamiest this stoy is ever going to be, sorry not sorry. That's probably kinda disappionting for you but heh.