An Unexpected Meeting

I woke feeling drowsy but content, reliving the previous evenings events. I check the time on my phone and discover it's still only 3:37 am, but where is Niall? It's not until now that I realise I'm in this massive bed alone. Maybe it was all a dream? I rolled over and decide to call out for him, trying to decipher the current situation I've got myself into.

"Niall, where are you?" I whisper into the dark depths of this luxurious living space.

"Yes love?" his Irish accent becoming all the more apparent as he emphasises the love part. It's not until now I realise the blonde beauty is sleeping on the floor, he has ditched sharing the bed with me. Did I do something? Embarrassment overruns me.

"What on EARTH are you doing on the floor" the hurt almost visible in my tone.

"I didn't want you to wake up next to a strange guy in the morning, I wanted you to feel safe my love". He reassures me, picking up on my not so subtle tone. I felt safer in his arms, not alone in his bed. With that, as if he can read my mind, he clambers up gathering his blanket and gently gets back into the bed. For a moment we both just lay there apart, both unsure as to whether or not it's acceptable to recover the position we shared earlier, both needing to be close but neither having the courage to make the first move.

"I've really enjoyed tonight Carr, you're a beautiful individual", as he says this I lose all reservations and close the gap between us, placing my head on his chest as he strokes my hair, smoothing the obviously wildstyle its developed. Again I float out of consciousness.

I wake again at 9:07am and find myself just watching Niall sleep, his innocent, angel like face is even more beautiful, if that's possible. I tear myself from the beauty and decide to make breakfast for the boy that never stops eating, grabbing the popcorn bowl he devoured single-handedly the night before. With one last glimpse at him, I head for the kitchen. I search all cupboards for a frying pan to prepare bacon sandwiches for Niall and myself, trying my hardest not to wake the sleeping angel. Yet still managing to flick the radio on and fight the urge to dance around the massive kitchen. Just as I begin plating up the food, "Kiss You" comes on and I can't contain my inner diva and begin shaking my hips in time to the music paying little attention to my surroundings.

Just as the finale to the chorus approaches, two hands slide around my waist and Niall sings the remaining "and let me kiss you" lyrics. Passion and subtlety overwhelms me, my courage rises and with a spur decision I spin myself in his grip so I'm face to face with the beauty, our lips just millimeters away. I bottle out, I can't close the final distance between us. Niall, leans in and places his lips to mine saving me from my inner rejection battle. He quickly leans back slightly and whispers

"too much?". I rekindle the kiss and and whisper "not" "at" "all" between individual kisses.


It's not until now I remember the bacon overcooking in the pan.
"I made breakfast" I manage finally breaking off the kiss after what feels like a few blissful minutes.

"I can see love" he beams, placing one last kiss on my lips before steering me towards the table in the kitchen, pulling my seat out for me. I place myself down and wait patiently as he grabs the plates and places mine in front of me, taking the seat opposite.

I subtly watch as he delves in, feeling silently proud that the food doesn’t taste too bad. Cooking has never
been my forte. After a few moments he notices I’ve not touched my food and returns my glance.

“Can I help” he laughs genuinely, flashing his dashing smile making me melt inside.

“Ignore me” I blush and pick at my breakfast, all previous confidence has vanished.

“No, ignore me. I’m just admiring the view” he smolders, hanging his head to one side, his eyes probing mine with his loving warmth. My heart rate is going through the roof. I break the stare, my nerves taking over, to take both plates and begin washing up. Two familiar hands find their way around my waist, hands folded across my stomach and his head rests on my shoulder.

“I don’t want you to leave” he whispers, with almost a hint of desperation entwined.

“I don’t have to” I reply, looking at his reflection in the window reflection, watching his divine smile cover his face. His reaction is perfection to me, he radiates a kind of infectious happiness.

“How does a duvet day entwined with films, monopoly and more food sound to you. I’ll grab you one of my shirts to change in if you like?” He shouts as he dives off to his walk in wardrobe, allowing me to catch my breath. He reappears before I know it with one of his white T-shirts, offering me the bathroom to change.

I literally almost die when I reach the mirror, I look a state. My once curly hair is now a tangle, to combat this I gather it all into a topknot. I ditch my uncomfortable dress and put on Nialls Tee, which smells divine. The shirt is knee length with my belt caught around the middle, which I decide is plenty long enough before
I leave the safety of the bathroom.

As I step out, Niall is waiting opposite on the stairs. When he looks up from his phone, his jaw drops.


“I know, I look a state. Don’t look at me”. I cover my face self-consciously. Before I know it, the beauty had rugby tackled me into a bear hug on the floor.

“I don’t think I’ve ever let anyone looks so beautiful” he says genuinely, making my heart again flutter. Again my mind fails me and no words leave my mouth.

“Monopoly” He beams sideways, this stirs a reaction from me, finally.

“Only if I can be the top hat?” I wink back.

“Only if you get there first, race ya” he returns beginning to stir from our tangle on the floor. With that we both clamber off to the living room, desperate to beat the other.


This was undoubtedly going to be the start of something new, the start of a whole new life I’d never even begun to imagine.

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