The bed was much warmer and more comfortable when Niall was lying under the blankets, next to me. I snuggled deeper into his neck, my cheek resting on his shoulder as he had one arm wrapped around me, the other behind his head. We'd gotten out of the shower an hour ago and he politely looked away as I changed into my night clothes. Likewise, I busied myself by combing my hair while he changed into a dry pair of pants. Our legs were tangled up, I could hear his heartbeat, strong and clear. Absentmindedly, I drew shapes with my finger on his chest, my eyes closed. I had had lots of sleep earlier, but it was late at night and I was still recovering from the flu I caught while standing in the rain.
"When are you getting your knee operated on?" I inquired, remembering the pain he'd complained about earlier.
"Mmhmm," he mumbled. I looked up at him, wondering why he'd been so distracted since he got back from the meeting.
"Niall?" I called, sitting up. He glanced at me.
"What?" he answered, confused.
"Is there something on your mind?"
He quickly looked away.
"You can just tell me," I insisted, curious.
He sat up too and took my hands in his. I felt my stomach drop. Was something bad about to happen? Was he going to leave me? I mean, it's not impossible but I thought we were happy.
"It's management," he stated, flustered. I furrowed my eyebrows, waiting for him to go on. He took a deep breath."They're not letting me bring you on tour with me. I tried arguing with them but those tools aren't in agreement. The lads are upset too and I'm raging because they think that you're a distraction and it's affecting my performance, which is the biggest load of bullshit I've heard," he puffed, red-faced.
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Is that all?"
He looked at me,confused.
"Look, Niall, it's alright. I'm completely fine staying here. Darcy and Quinn are here so they can keep me company if I'm bored and we can chat with each other on Skype. Don't worry," I comforted him. I tried not to think about not being able to run my fingers through his hair or pinch his squidgy Irish bum while he went on tour or that he'd be leaving in a day. I guess we'd just have to make the most out of the time we had together.
"Jayzus, you're deadly," he breathed, leaning in for a kiss.
"It means you're awesome."
"Oh. Well then, thanks."
He pressed his lips to mine briefly before pulling me down to lie down on the bed with him, making me laugh as my hands sprawled out over him.
"Well this is a very awkward position," I joked as I lay on top of him, our chests pressed together.
He smirked. "Actually, I'm fine," he teased. I rolled my eyes and rolled over to my initial position, with my cheek resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Feeling the exhaustion creep in again, I tried to stifle a yawn.
There was a deep rumble in Niall's chest as he laughed. "Go to sleep," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
"Will you sing to me?" I mumbled drowsily.
He smiled. "Of course." I snuggled in deeper as he pulled the covers to my chin and kissed my eyelids, forehead then lips. He started singing Little Things, humming softly.
"I love you, Niall," I whispered, feeling myself slowly drift to sleep.
"I love you too, Jamie. Goodnight, princess," he said softly in my ear before I drifted away to a deep sleep.