Black And White //N.H

56.

AN// Make sure you read 54. and 55.

The next morning I wake up to Niall shaking me and telling me I need to get dressed. I groan and pull the sheets tighter around me before flipping him off, telling him that there is no chance of me getting out of this bet right now. Still, he manages to get me out of bed. Not that I had that much of a choice when he picked me up and placed me down on the cold floor, but still, out of bed is out of bed.

"You're so annoying," I tell him when we're in the car and driving. He laughs a little before grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. I let him, but when he glances over at me I glare at him. "You know it's eight o'clock, right? We could sleep now. Be comfy and cozy in bed. I could give you a morning blowie but nope, we're going for a car ride," I mutter, earning a loud laugh from him. "Mhh. Would much rather have this," he says and I look over at him surprised. Niall isn't that much of a sexual guy but usually he doesn't say no to a blowjob either. I remain silent and wait for him to arrive wherever he's aiming for. "We're here," he says cheerfully, a little to cheerfully thinking about the fact that it's bloody 8 in the morning, but I guess that's how we roll these days. Niall gets out of the car and I do the same, being met by O2 arena. "Come on," he says and takes my hand, pulling me with him to the entrance.

"What are we doing here?" I ask him and he shrugs, guiding me up on the stage. "You know your brother came to see me when I played here last time, right? Back in 2018," Niall tells me when we're sitting on the edge of the scene without legs dangling down. I frown and look at him before I shake my head. "I thought he told you. He and Amy came, I invited them. Thought Amy would like it," he continues and I smile. Of course he would invite them even though we weren't talking. "They came backstage after the performance. Your sister just talked about how amazing the show was. Your brother on the other hand told me he wanted to speak with me alone for a few. I sent Amy over to meet Julia Michaels," he begins and I lean back to rest on my elbows while I look at him. He has a concentrated look on his face, his eyes glued to the seats out in the stadium. "He cares about you. A lot. He told me that he was worried about you, which made me a little stressed out to be honest." He looks at me, folding his hands in his lap, before biting his lip. "Then he told me he would like it if we started talking again. Said this was the first time you had a boyfriend that wasn't a dick. I beg to differ on that one, though. I'm a dick as well," he mutters and I look at him confused. I start to say something but he hushes me.

"I feel bad for moving. I know I could have gotten my team to change their minds so I could record it in London, if I bugged them enough. I think the thought about LA was too exciting for me. I regret it though. Yeah, sure, the album turned out great, but I could have done that in London as well," he explains and I'm about to say something but he shakes his head. "I'm not done yet. Then when you picked me up at the airport that one time. Shit I broke. I've never felt so helpless in my whole life. You were there, and you were hurt, and I wasn't there to protect you. All I wanted to do was to hold you and tell you it would be ok. And I wanted to hunt down that Chris guy and tear his head off. I would have, if you didn't say I could join you up to your flat," he continues and I bite my lip, unsure if there was more.

"You couldn't have done anything about that. You were on the plane," I try but he looks at me, making me stop talking. "If I wasn't in LA I wouldn't have been away from you, and then you most likely wouldn't have agreed to meet up with him," he says softly and I put my hand on his shoulder. "I don't know how long you've been thinking about this but you need to get that thought out of your head," I try to tell him but he just shrugs. "Then I ended up being really selfish as well. I missed you so much that I didn't know what to do. When you asked me to stay with you, it felt like my heart was gonna burst. I have never felt as much comfort as I did when you wrapped your arms around me that night, but you were the one who needed to be comforted." Niall is looking down at his hands as he's speaking, and I see his hands tremble a little.

"Why did you leave?" I ask him quietly and he looks up suddenly. "That's the dickmove. I left to see if you wanted me back. Then when you ignored my calls I took the hint, so I stopped. Went without you for half a year. Then I couldn't take it more, and I hoped that taking you to a concert would help. It did, but only for that night. And the morning after. But then finally I got the news that I was good to go back to London, and stay there. I have never been so happy before in my whole life. Or, maybe when I saw you again that evening at Lily's," he finishes and I look at him, trying not to cry. I try to make up something to say, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is I love you. Niall smiles and pulls me into him and kisses my head. "I love you too," he whispers, and I close my eyes, leaning into him.

"I have something I want you to listen to, or I actually have a lot I want you to listen to, but this will do for now. I recorded it the other week. It's called Heartbreak Weather, and it's probably the name of my new album," he says after ten minutes of silence and I nod. He pulls his phone out and clicks on a few things before a melody starts playing.

I swear there was lightning coming from your eyes

Starting a fire in a hotel room

And yeah we were dancing, dancing to Bruno

And I couldn't turn away from you

When I hear the first verse I look at him and laugh, thinking back to that time in West Palm. Who would have thought he would write something about that.

"You know you're my inspiration, right?" Niall says when it's done and I frown. "Why?" He shrugs a little before looking out at the empty seats. "You just give me loads and loads of inspiration. All in all it's 16 tracks on the album. twelve or thirteen of them is about you," he explains and I smile a little. "Really?" He nods at me, before pulling me to him and lifting me up so that I'm straddling him in one swift motion. "You're easy to write about," he says before kissing me lightly. I pull away and place a kiss on his cheek. "We're not turning this into a make out like last time. Now you won't get any sexytime before we're home in London," I say and he frowns. "Why? You said I could get a morning blow, can't take that back," he tells me and I laugh a little. "Yeah, I could if you hadn't woken me up before the sun. Now you're gonna have to wait," I say and kiss him again, before climbing off his lap. "I hate you," he mutters and I flip him off, making him laugh. "Let's head out," he says, getting up from the floor and I nod at him.

AN// I am writing the final chapters now and I'm hoping I will get it all out by the end of next week! We are moving towards an end you know.