A Light in the Dark // Flicker Series Part I #wattys2019

Oh Why You Wearin' That... | finale part I

Chapter 89
Evie's POV // Oh why you wearin' that... 

December 31st - 5 hours.

Niall and I have been sat in this airport lounge for an hour and a half holding hands across the table while we sipped on coffee. And believe me when I tell you that, I sipped that cup of coffee slower than I ever have before.

Niall's flight wasn't supposed to leave until 11pm, but with our...my... New Years party starting at 10, I needed to drop him off a bit early. This wasn't a problem really because Niall was booked into a private lounge anyway, so he could relax at the airport and not have to worry about being bothered by the public.

We decided to arrive at the airport early enough to have a little coffee date before he left, making a deal with ourselves that as soon as we finished with coffee I would (regretfully) go back home to finish getting ready for the party.

Hence the slow coffee sipping, because as soon as the coffee was gone I had to go too.

I think I broke one sip of coffee into about 3 miniature sips before finally setting my cup on the table and looking over at Niall.

"That's it, huh?" He chuckles half heartedly, reaching across and shaking my paper cup just to check that it is as empty as it sounded when the bottom tapped against the table.

"Yep. All gone." I said, over exaggerating the pout on my lips. Niall laughs at my face and reaches across to poke my lip which makes me smile again.

"Come 'ere." He chuckles, moving his finger away from my lip and bending it in between us to call me toward him.

I fold my arms on the table and lean in while Niall rests his elbows on his side and grabs my face gently with his hands, pulling me in until his lips touch mine.

"Mmmm." I hum, contentedly. Our lips separate but his hands stay on my face with his thumb slowly dragging up and down my cheek bone.

"Gonna miss you." He whispers.

"M'Gonna miss you more." I whisper in response.

There is nobody else in this room to hear us, but the whispering is romantic nonetheless.

"I'm sorry i'm the worst boyfriend ever." He tries to say it like a joke, but the pained expression on his face tells me that he genuinely believes that statement to some extent.

"You are absolutely not the worst boyfriend ever." I shook my head between his hands. "Believe me, I dated him remember?" I giggle and it makes him smile a little bit.

"But what kind of boyfriend leaves his girlfriend alone on their first New Years Eve?!" He sighs, dropping his hands from my face to the table and shifting his eyes from me.