Forgotten- a Niall Horan fanfiction

Me too

I lay in his arms, not a word said for what was about 10 minutes. It was nice, having the breeze from the window hitting my bare skin on my thighs.

Being with Niall made me feel much better than Louis. His kisses were nicer, and his hugs were warmer.

I don't know, maybe it was just the way I felt about him. Maybe Louis hugs were nicer, I just didn't exactly like him as much as other people.

I sat up, wriggling my way out of his grip. He's always been a heavy sleeper.

I left the bed, slowly opening then closing the door, entering the empty living room. The boys must've gone to bed.

I sat on the couch, staring out the window.

America really was beautiful, and I don't know why I didn't travel more.

Well, here I am.

It made me think more about me and Niall.

I actually can't believe he still liked me, after all that happened and how rude I was.

I ignored him almost half a year and there I was making out on his bed. Classy Brooke, classy.

Do I love him? I don't even know. Maybe of we started dating-

NO! I have to stop hoping. What if this doesn't turn out? we go our separate ways and live the rest of our lives with other people. As much as I hated that, it was still a possibility.

Someone cleared thier throat behind me, and it was Niall with his hair slightly messed up and his shirt back on.

I gave a slight smile and he came and sat down next to me, our legs far apart.

I looked up at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Brooke..." He said, combing his hand through his hair.

"Yessss?" I sing with a smile on my face.

"Do you... Want to go out tonight? like it's ok if you don't want to I don't mind but-"

"Niall, I'd love to!" I interrupt him and a smile grew on his face.

"Really?" he said sounding slightly surprised.

"Of course, you know I love-" I stopped in my tracks and covered my mouth and his eyes widened.

"Uhhh" he said, looking away awkwardly.

"Sorry, that came out wrong..."

He looked back at me with that cheeky grin on his face, the one I had missed so much.

He placed his hand on my knee, dropping the smile and looking me up and down.

"Hello? earth to Niall!" I almost yelled, waving my hand and giggling.

"Oh... Uh" he said, blushing.

*****

I put on my Black Milk newspaper leggings, a plain pink floppy tee, and my floral doc martins.

I sat on the couch, waiting for Niall when he appeared in the doorway, looking great as always.

His hair was up nice, with a short sleeve button up and jeans that mixed with skinny and saggy perfectly- his signature look.

He gave me a quick smile before I stood up and our hands connected as we headed towards the bus door.

We heard a few whistles and calls from Zayn and Liam.

*****

As we entered the beach, my shoes slushed into the mounds of dry sand.

He led me over to a candle-lit picnic by the water. The beach was empty but there was the occasional person taking a late night run.

I gasped as the picnic came into sight, turning to Niall who was blushing.

"Niall! this is amazing!" I said, covering my mouth in shock.

"For you" he muttered, taking a seat and pouring two glasses of champagne.

I stared out at the waves crashing a few feet from us, taking the water back and forth.

"It nice, isn't it?" he says, Handing me the glass.

I nod, taking a sip.

"What is this?" I ask after sipping it. It tasted really expensive.

"Just Moët" he giggled.

I start to giggled, forming a perfect O with my mouth.

After a few minutes of chatting, we got hungry and started to eat the lasagne his mum made him.

I fit the fork in my mouth, sliding the food into my mouth.

"That was amazing!" I say after chewing my food down.

"I know, Mum's a great cook!" he says, smiling at his finished plate.

"Niall?" I ask after a silence.

He looked up, signalling me to speak.

"I really missed this"

He pulled one side of his mouth up, forming a cute half-smile.

"Me too"