Right next to You - One Direction

Nana is a 16 year old girl, better known as Niall Horan's girlfriend. Their relationship is totally fine, but what happens when reality starts to reach and prevent their dreamy-love-life? When a tragic event turns upside down on their daily routine? Will they stick together or face the fact that they have to let go? Read "Right next to You" to find out! Also, I wanna thank Ditte Hallenberg very much for helping me out, she's absolutely amazing.


17. Caught up in this moment, caught up in your smile

Justin Bieber - "Be Alright"


"The pizza is great!" I admitted and Zayn nodded with his mouth full of food. I stretched my arm in its full length and grabbed the last slice. Left was Zayn and his overacted dropped jaws and rolled eyes.


Before I took the rest of the pizza in my hands I stared directly at him. Not just my stomach, but my whole body was filled with excited butterflies as his perfect brown eyes met mine in an awkward silence. Then he nodded, again and sank.


"Take it!" he sighted and made some kind of a sign in the air with his hands, like he was warning me; if you don't eat it right now, I will! "Wow, really?" I asked surprised and closed my hand around the little piece of food. I guess he did not think that I was expecting an answer. I lifted my eyebrows.


"Eat it for God's sake, it's just a God damn pizza slice!" he rose op from the pillow on the wood floor almost like he was annoyed. How come?


"I must say, Zayn" I tried to bring back the good atmosphere. " - That's pretty impressive. I'm not used to eat the last piece!" I raised my hand with the now cold slice in it. I took a bite.


"Oh, I get it!" he let out a laugh. "As Niall's girlfriend it's not very often you get to eat more than half of the pizza by yourself! Must be so hard to be his princess!" he continued and started to clean up. He shook his head to one side and then the other with a toothpaste smile.


"Well, it was.. I guess he's not the prince on the white horse I expected him to be, after all." I said in a very stiff tone with a rigid face expression. The words just flew out of my mouth and I had no longer control over what I was saying. The beautiful sound of Zayn's laughter was no longer filling the room.


He turned off the tap and leaned back against the marble countertop behind him in perfect silence. Our synchronized breath hung in the air and no one dared say a word.


Finally he took the last big breath and gave me a false smile of pure compassion. "Will you turn on the DVD for me, hun? Let's watch the movie and forget about the word for a moment" he decided and walked slowly over to me from the kitchen to the living room. We met in a hug and he locked his warm and muscular arms around the little fragile me.


"Let's watch the movie and forget about the word for a moment" he repeated whispering. He cuddled my upper arm as either your mother or father had done back then when you were a child and you two had to take any kind of goodbye.


I felt surprisingly comfortable with him taking my hand and squeezing it as the "omg-we're-so-young-and-in-love-forever"-scenes passed by. Normally this would have felt awkward, but with Zayn everything was so easy. Again I could not help but think of the strange but beautiful lover/friend relationship between Jacob Black and Bella Swan.


My eyes lids felt heavier and heavier and in tiredness I rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel his body heat against my chin and for a moment I was pretending he was Niall. Closed were my eyes and a quick nap would not do anything.


"You can sleep in this, babe" Zayn's voice woke me up from dreamland and he threw a sleeveless shirt at me. "I assumed you wanted to stay over the night, since its half past one and my car is dead for fuel" he smiled kindly.


He was just casually walking around in his boxers and it did not really bother me. "I'll be back" my voice came out in a loving tone and he nodded at me while he carried out the now empty bowl of popcorn.


I held it in front of  me and still dizzy I rose up and walked towards the bathroom to change. Why did I not know, but the reflection in the mirror of me in my pajamas shorts and the grey tank top with a black triangle-kinda-thing motive on it made me burst into laughter. I looked like shit and none of my many fucks were given.


Just like the carefree 'mofo' I once was in a relationship with I locked up the door and out I walked in the direction of Zayn and hummed 'I'm sexy and I know it'. I parodied the models on a catwalk and turned my face into the derp meme. "Work it guuurl, work it!" Zayn shouted before he surrendered to the laughter.


"Let's go to bed" we agreed and within five minutes we lay in complete darkness in the same bed. Neither dared I turn or move in 'fear' of hitting Zayn's perfectly clean skin or body - I was not going to make this awkward I promised to myself.


However, it did not take long before his warm arm in some unimaginable way was wrapped around my neck and I inhaled the sweet scent of his quiff. Between us were there no longer 30 cm but rather half a milimeter.

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