Truth be told while these last three days were quiet, they were far from the same. Being without Niall was like being without a scratchy, warm sweater on a chilly day. You can bare it, but you’d certainly be more comfortable with it. While she spent the first 60 hours without him just sitting in her bus with Night, catching up on one of the many books she picked up from the good will, today she had gotten a text from Grant to go out to lunch on his break. That boy, the one she had met through the man she honestly loved, had quite the way of making her feel like she was just… Special. As if she genuinely meant something to him and it reminded her of what it was like when Niall first came into her life. Maybe that’s why she was so quick to go with him anywhere he asked. Or maybe she was actually beginning to develop real feelings for him. Guilt began to seep through her veins as she slowly walked back to the small park she had discovered with Grant’s help, a place she had decided to call home, for now.
Lips pursed to one side as she swung the white plastic bag which held her leftover tuna melt she planned to feed to Nightfury as a little treat. But as she approached she saw the very man who told her only a few days ago he wanted her to leave and not come back. She knew he was bluffing. Her pace slows as she tries to quiet her steps, he was saying something but she just couldn’t hear him. The sound of gravel shifting beneath her weight was louder than his soft tone though she was able to see a small smile pressed on his features. And just like that, her heart began to melt. Wide doe eyes look over him as she slowly approached, her brows slowly knitting together as she swung the bag once, twice, three times. “Are you and Night having a nice conversation?” She asked with a meek smile, her gaze lifting to the window where she saw the soft creature looking down at them both. “He does not seem amused, you better not be talking shit to my baby boy.”
hearing her voice, the familiar tone that was rough yet saccharine sweet –– just what he loved –– niall couldn’t resist the avalanche of suppressed emotions that threatened to bubble past his cool surface. being near her once more filled him with such ease, such joy, that it was all her could do to restrain himself from taking her in his arms, inhaling her scent and savoring it as if it would be his last chance. due to his evasive tendencies, he was afraid it might be, but he had no one to blame but himself. “yeah, i guess we were. don’t worry, i could never talk shit to him,” he muttered, a nervous hand running through his tidy tresses once more, gaze locked on her figure as he spoke, transfixed. “i don’t think he enjoyed my apology, though.” a timid smile broke through the petals of his lips then as he dared to take a step closer to ophelia, fingers flexing as he longer to grab onto hers. “it was kind of meant for you anyway... phe, listen, i’m sorry. i was so fucking stupid,” niall pleaded, finally reaching out to tangle his hand with hers, the other lifting to tenative brush some a stray grey strand from her lashes. sure, he had no right to be sweet on her after the slurs he uttered, pushing her far from his reach, but loving her was impossible not to do. he was so far in.
“look, i was wrong... you make me feel like i’m exactly where i’m meant to be. i just.. i don’t know, you’re, like, too good,” niall stammered, suddenly aware of night’s focused gaze ( which was fair, he couldn’t get back into their good graces so easily ). clearing his throat, he offered her palm a tight squeeze as he sighed, shaking his head. this was torture. having to articulate his feelings left him muddled; he’d much rather express to her how he felt, be it in caresses, kisses, adventures –– he’d do it all, the desperation urging him to give everything to salvage this. “can i take you out tonight? i see you already ate,” he chuckled with mischevious eyes, gesturing to the bag that helped alarm him of her arrival in her free hand. “but, let’s do something –– anything –– if you want to. let me make this up to you. i miss you like crazy.” testing his luck, he dipped down to press his forehead to hers, fingers trembling as they explored the nape of her neck while his lids fluttered shut, relishing the moment of closeness. “you make me so happy, phe,” niall breathed, praying she wouldn’t push him away like he deserved.
