My Guitar

I awoke to a cold, empty bed. Where was Blondie? Then I heard picking, a beautiful voice from the music room, and I smiled. It's where I would've gone, too. I walked over, listening to him sing.
"I'm sorry if I say I need you,
But I don't care, I'm not scared of love,
'Cause when I'm not with you, I'm weaker,
Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong?
That you make me strong."
It was beautiful, a wonderful song. Then I realised the sounds in the room had stopped, and I turned to find myself encased in a set of arms for the millionth time that day. I wasn't nervous, you couldn't call it that... Maybe... No, that wasn't right either. What I was feeling was indefinable. "Blondie?"
"Yeah?"
"That's a beautiful song."
"Why thank you. It's only a work in progress, though." There was a long stretch of silence, then he spoke again. "Hey... Why do you call me 'Blondie'?" I... I couldn't answer that question. I wouldn't do that to him. "Hey, look at me. I wanna see your beautiful eyes! No, sweetie, don't cry! I won't be angry with you! I couldn't be! Just... Why can't you tell me why?"
"I... I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this. I'm just dragging you down. I... I should go. For your sake. So you can be free, to live your life as you please. I... I need to go now." Heading towards the door, only one thing could stop me in my tracks. A broken voice cut through my saddened determination, stopping me in my tracks.
"P-Piper! No, don't go! D-don't leave me! Don't do this! I... I c-can't live without you! I... Please. Please come back! Please!" I stopped in the doorway, the sobs audibly coming. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees. Hearing his sobs intermingling with mine, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and crawled over to him. Burying my head in his chest, still sobbing, I felt him clutch me to him. I wasn't surprised, bunching his shirt up in my hands myself. We stayed like that for more than an hour.
Then I knew it was time. "I... I c-call y-you B-Blondie b-because I d-don't know your... y-your n-name." There. It was out. "I... I told you, y-you d-deserve b-better. I... I need to leave, before either of us get too attached." I knew it was too late for that, at least for me, but I had to try. Still curled up into him, I looked to his face, startled, when I heard a watery laugh, saw a watery smile.
"I think you and I both know that it's too late for that. And, as to deserving more... If anybody deserves more, it's you, not me. So, if, y'know, you're gonna... gonna leave me-" His voice cracked as he said it, and my breath got caught in my throat "-If you're gonna leave me, do it for the right reasons." Then he loosened his grip on me, startling me. It was my turn to clutch him to me, asking the crucial question.
"W-What're y-you d-doing?"
"I... I'm giving you space to leave. That's what you're going to do now, isn't it?" It was my turn to give a watery laugh.
"Blondie, I'm not going anywhere." He stopped trying to give me space, and we were again crushed against one another. It felt... so right.
"I reckon it's time to get some more sleep, yeah?" I nodded, and he again picked me up and carried me to his bed, tucking me in and kissing my forehead before climbing in with me, hugging me to him. "Mmm, Piper?"
"Mmmm?"
"My name's Niall. Niall Horan. I hope, someday, that's your name, too."

Notes

Okay, sorry this sucks. I was typing it, and, like, two sentences from the end when it just disappeared on me, so I had to start over. Most of it was better the first time, I think, but there were a few parts I think I improved. I hope you like it, even though it kinda sucks. Thanks for reading!
xoxo
~Stormy