The Summer I'd Never Forget.

What happens when 17-year-old Sadie Linten and Niall Horan spark a romance? Will it work out, since they're both on vacation in Florida for only two weeks?


9. Sleepy.

"I'm kinda tired, Nialler," I yawned. After the amusement park, we went to Josh and Niall's suite and watched movies the rest of the night. It was about one in the morning now. My head was resting on Niall's chest, so I could hear the rhythmic pattern of his heart beating. It was relaxing. Niall's arm was around my shoulder, keeping me close to him.

"Stay the night here?" he pleaded.  

"Is that a good idea?" I ask in return. He nods his head vigorously. 

"Any idea with more us time in it is good," he answers shyly before kissing me. Once he pulled away, I agreed. "Yes!" he squeals. I giggle and pinch his cheek. He pulls the blanket we were sharing up to my chin. "Are you too warm? Too cold? Uncomfortable?" he asks nervously. I can't help but laugh at how cute he is.

"Everything's perfect, babe," I assure him. He nods slowly and smiles, showing off his braces. I kiss his cheek and lay my head down on his shoulder, snuggling into him. His faint cologne filled my nose. It was comforting. 

"I know we've only known each other for a few short days, but I really do like you, Sadie. You're stunning, smart, funny, athletic, and just all around great," Niall confesses sheepishly. I just stare at him and kiss him. He smiles into the kiss, and I pull away to tell him I feel the same.

"You're amazing, Niall. I really like you, too. I've never taken a liking to someone so fast," I admit. He beams and kisses my forehead. 

"Try to get some sleep, love," he says soothingly.  

"I'll try, but it might be kind of hard since the most handsome guy ever is in the same room as me," I say. I giggle and he kisses me one last time. I settle into the side of him, trying to get as close as possble to him. He wrapped his arm snugly around my waist, keeping me latched onto him. After a few short moments, I drift off to sleep. I was the most comfortable I'd ever been. I was in the strong arms of the Irish cutie I'd only hoped to be lucky enough to meet. This was every directioner's dream, and I was living it. 


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