My Guitar

"Niall... Have you looked at your Twitter feed?"
"No... Is there something I need to see?"
"Um..."
"Harry Styles. What is on my Twitter feed that you're concerned about?"
"I... Just, check it out, 'kay?"
I could almost hear his brow furrowing in the other room, and I wondered what this 'Harry Styles' had seen on Blondie's 'Twitter feed' that was so upsetting. Did I really want to know?
He walked back into the room, ruffling my hair as he walked past. I frowned, and he laughed. "You've got the most adorable frown, you know that?" I just frowned more. "Hey, have you seen my phone?"
"Yep, it's right there." I pointed to his pocket, where I could clearly see the defined bulge of his iPhone. He patted his pockets, finding his phone and flashing me a smile. His smile was definitely cuter when he used his teeth, even though I knew he hated his teeth, they were all crooked and chipped. They were perfect to me, though.
"Thanks, sweetheart." I just smiled up at him from my place on the bed, reading. I was taking college on the road, just for a couple weeks, because nothing was happening anyway, and I wanted to spend more time figuring out my feelings for this boy, which I sensed could only happen while I was with him. I knew he was sure, and we were just waiting on me, and that terrified me. What if our answers differed? "Shit. Shit shit shit. Idiots!"
"Blondie? What's up?" He looked to me, angry and scared at the same time.
"Do you have a Twitter?"
"No, why?"
"Good. Don't get one."
"Oh, just give me that." I held out my hand for the phone, and he wordlessly put it there. I read the screen.
'My good friend Niall Horan and his... new girlfriend?' was the caption on a picture of us from that night, lying on the floor clutching each other, scared for our future. Scared we'd leave one another. Who took this, and where did this person get it? That was a private moment, in our private lives, our private relationship. We'd decided not to go public for a while, but I guess that choice was out of our control now.
"Niall? What do we do?"
"I guess that all depends on your answer." Right. My answer. But I knew the answer, I think I always had.
"Niall, I think you and I both know that my answer is yes. Always has been, always will be. So what do we do?"
"I kiss you." We both laughed, then found ourselves leaning in. He hesitated for but a moment, his eyes searching mine. Clearly they found what they were looking for, because suddenly I was enveloped in a feeling of warm love. That's what it was, it was pure affection, love true and simple.
We remained attached for a long time. When we finally broke the kiss, he grabbed his phone back from me and took a photograph with me, both of us glowing and happy. Relieved, even. He posted it to Twitter, with the caption,
'I know the answer - you've always been the one. I'm never letting you go. #Irresistible'.
"Now what?"
"I guess we wait for it to go viral."

Notes

It's official! Sorry if you feel like it's moving super fast, I'm running out of ideas! Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying my story.
xoxo
~Stormy