Everyone decided the motel was a bad Idea and we went home. When we got back to my house all the cars and people were gone. It was just my house with a huge hole covered in plastic tarps to keep the heat in. Everyone had, had a long day. We were all so tired. My mom told me to show the boys to their rooms, and then to go to bed. I showed the guys to their rooms and told them to decide who sleeps where. Instead of going to the guest bedroom where I would be sleeping for the next few months, I went down to see how bad my room was destroyed. When I walked in I saw one whole wall was completely destroyed. Just then I thought about my most treasured possession, my guitar.
I saw a piece of my guitar under the rubble. I ran over to the guitar's remains. I dropped to my knees. I started to cry right there. That guitar meant everything to me. Out of the stillness I heard a voice,
"What are you doing in here?"
It was Niall. It startled me, causing me to jump. I sniffled before answering.
"I, I guess I just wanted to, see the damage done." I stuttered as tears flooded my eyes. I had hold on what was left of the neck of the guitar. I felt Niall's hand on my back.
He whispered in my ear, "Are you okay?"
His warm breath hit my neck. I felt his hand pat my back. He was knelt down next to me. His voice was so sincere. I couldn't hold my tears back any longer. A stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt them as the fell onto my clenched hand.
"Callie, what's in your hand?"
He spoke so subtle and soft. His voice was so comforting, I can't even explain. I had to answer him even if it took an hour.
"W- w- when I was a little," I paused trying to calm myself. "I was very close to my Aunt Lola. She was my best friend. I spent every weekend with her. She taught me how to dance, she taught me how to ride a bike, and most importantly she taught me how to play guitar. She called me her little prodigy. I was playing full songs by the age of five. She gave me my guitar right before she passed away. "
I had to stop talking for a minute. After a moment of silence passed I spoke again.
"She knew she was going to die. She was diagnosed with cancer and six months later she was gone. I didn't understand when she told me." I gave Niall a minute to take everything, not to mention I needed to catch my breath. "She told me during one of our lessons. She told me was going away. She said she was going to a place called Heaven. I knew what Heaven was, but I didn't want her to go. I knew Heaven was a good place for good people, but I knew you had to die to get there. She was only twenty-nine. I thought she was too young to die. I asked her why she was leaving. She simply told me it was her time to go."
I had to stop. The memory got the best of me. I completely lost it. I pulled my clenched hand up to my chest. I realized I never answered the question. So I gathered myself enough to speak again.
"She gave me this guitar." I opened my fist revealing the guitar. "It was destroyed today, in the crash." I closed my eyes; the sight of the guitar killed me. I felt Niall's take the broken pieces of guitar from my hands.
"Callie I am so sorry. If I could take it back, I would." Niall told me, in a whisper.
I could hear in his voice he was choked up. He sincerely felt bad. I opened my eyes and turned my head to him. He set down the pieces on the ground. He moved to the front of me and lifted my face up with his hand. "Callie, I'm so sorry." Then Niall leaned forward. Before I knew it Niall had wrapped me in a hug. He held me close for a long time. We sat there on the floor hugging for what had to be two minutes.
"Hey, guys." Harry peeked in. We jumped and pushed away from each other. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked.
"No." Niall coughed, and wiped away the water that was built up in his eyes. "Callie told me a sad story and she was crying so I gave her a hug. She almost had me in tears too." Niall pleaded his case.
"Oh I see." Harry said. He looked over at me. "Are you okay Calie?" I still had some tears in my eyes and on my cheeks.
"Yeah I'm a lot better now." I said while wiping away the last of my tears. "I guess I just had to let out the tears I've been holding back for a while." Niall stood up and held out his hand to me. He pulled me up with ease. He smiled at me. "Well, I better get to bed," I walked pass Niall and then Harry. I turned back to them, "good night boys." I smiled then went to the kitchen to get a drink, before heading upstairs.
I could hear the boys talking, so I moved closer to hear what they were saying. It was hard to make out what they were saying. I heard Harry ask Niall something. I heard the words, "do you like." then it cut out. After that I heard him say, "you should talk to her." Then they left my bedroom I ran over to my cup and then to the fridge. I opened the fridge and pulled out the tea.
The boys walked in the kitchen as I was opening the gallon. They both stopped walking when they saw me. "Hey, sorry I can't go to sleep without something to drink. I normally drink a cup of tea." I told them.
"Oh, we thought you were already upstairs." Niall said.
"Yeah, I was but then I realized I forgot my cup of tea. So I came back down here and got it." I giggled to make it seem real. "Do you guys want any?"
"Sure," Harry replied. Niall said he didn't want any. I poured Harry a cup then told him he wasn't allowed to take it to his room. It was my mom’s rule.
"So, who’s sleeping where?" I asked in desperate attempt to break the silence.
"Tonight Louis got the room to himself. Liam and Zayn are sharing a room, as are me and Niall here." Harry explained.
"Cool. Are you all going to take turns sleeping in the room by yourself?"
"Yeah, we are going in order from oldest to youngest. This means we get to go last." Niall told me. He seemed not to mind. I finished my tea then put my cup in the sink.
"Welp boys, I'm going to go to bed. This time it's for real." I joked.
"I'll walk you up." Niall offered.
"You don't have to, you can stay here with Harry."
"No, I insist." Harry interrupted. He waved his hand telling us to go. So Niall and I walked up the stairs, slowly. I walked in front of him. When we got to the top of the stairs we stopped. My room was to the right of the stairs. There was a room across from mine. The other three bedrooms were to the left of the stairs. We walked to my room and stopped outside the door.
“Thank you for walking me up here.”
“It’s no problem.” He paused, “I’m so sorry for ruining your guitar. I feel so bad, knowing what it meant to you. I just want you to know, if there is anything you want or need just ask.” Niall just looked down at the ground.
“Niall,” I said in a soft voice. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Niall questioned.
“For tonight in my room. You really helped me get through this, even though I hardly know you. It means so much to me. I just wanted you to know.” Niall looked at me and then smiled.
“You don’t need to thank me.” Niall giggled at me.
“Don’t laugh at me. I am being serious. I really do appreciate everything, whether you think it’s funny or not.”
“I don’t think it’s funny, I just think it is cute how you are so thankful for everything that is done for you.”
“You think I’m cute?” I felt my cheeks get red, so I looked at the ground to hide it from Niall.
“Calie, I think you are beautiful.” Niall was blushing now.
He lifted my face with his delicate hands and smiled at me. We watched each other’s eyes for a minute. Niall leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. We jumped when we heard start to walk up the stairs.
“Well Niall, it’s getting really late and I have to work in the tomorrow.” We hugged for a short moment, a very short moment. “Goodnight, Niall.”
I walked into my room and closed the door. I walked in and leaned on the door. Was I dreaming or did Niall Horan really just kiss me on the cheek? I ran to my bed, reached under my pillow and pulled out my diary. I started writing.
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