Brave ~ Sequel to Jay Cee El

Chapter Forty One ~ Sing Me A Song

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Liz's P.O.V

                I sighed, putting the last thing in the bag. It's Tuesday night and I have to catch my plane in about an hour and a half. I really don't want to leave. I'm excited about going back and performing in front of the crowds, but I'm going to miss Niall so much. I'm going to miss the boys as well. They really have become like brothers to me. They're no Toby, but they are the closest thing to brothers I have in London.

                Oh, I can't wait to go back there. It'll be so nice to see my flat again. I really do miss that small apartment. Well flat. I still don't know what to call it. I've been living there for almost a year though. Well I guess I haven't exactly been living there because I've been on the tour for pretty much the whole year or so, but still.

"Babe? You done yet? The boys went outside to meet some fans. I was wondering if you'd like to go down there with me. If you're done." Niall said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up from my bag and towards Niall.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm done." I said, zipping up the back pack.

                All that was left was the sweatshirt, but I don't want it anymore. It smells more like me then Niall so there is no point in keeping it with me. Or well, taking it with me. Niall walked over and grabbed the sweatshirt asking me why am I not bringing it.

"It smells too much like me." I said my thoughts from before aloud.       

                Niall laughed and walked over to his suitcase that was lying on the floor. I tried to get him to put it in the dresser, but he told me it wasn't worth it sense they are leaving tomorrow night after their concert. I watched as Niall dug through it and then came up with two things in his hand.

"What is that?" I asked as he walked over.

"Here. It's my other sweatshirt. You take this one, the other one smells like you so I'll keep it. And here... you can take this and spray it on your pillow or something." Niall said, handing over the sweatshirt and then his thing of cologne.

"Don't you need this?" I asked, looking at the half used bottle.

                I happen to think it's a great thing, weird, but great. I'll be able to spray it on myself or my clothes or my pillow. Wow, I don't know why but that sounds a little weird and creepy to me. Oh well, I'll be able to put a good use to it. But doesn't he need it?

"Nah, I have another bottle in my case." Niall said, sitting down on the bed.

                I nodded and opened my bag, putting the two items in there. I zipped it up and walked over to where Niall's suitcase was and set it down. In the corner was Niall's guitar, leaning against the wall. I picked it up and walked back over to the bed. Niall doesn't always like people touching his guitar, but I also know that he loves when I play it.

                I looked down at Niall, who had his arms crossed under his head. I smiled at his sleepy state and looked back down at the guitar. I played a few simple notes, not doing anything in particular. I know that Niall loves when I play the guitar near him. Just like how he loves to see me playing it.

"Mm, babe, sing me a song." Niall said, opening one eye and looking at me.

                 I laughed quietly and nodded. I started to play the notes of one of my favorite songs of the album we are going to be recording soon. Niall will probably be buying the album as soon as it hit stores, so he should hear the song I personally wrote for him now, right?