More Than Life

A seemingly perfect love story, broken by jealousy, lies, and secrets.
More Than Life, a Niall Horan Fanfiction

© myirishhusband 2013


17. The Middle of the Beginning

      I awoke slowly, to bird chirping outside my window. There was a dim light flowing in through my curtains. Still half asleep, I lifted my head off of Niall's bare chest. He was still asleep, but he looked peaceful. 

      My hand made its way to his face. It was soft, and smooth. I ran my fingers along his jaw-line, and watched him wake up, smiling. He turned to his side, facing me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close. He kissed me, playfully.

      I grazed my hand along his arm, my fingers tracing along his muscles. When my hand made its way to his wrist, i drew circles with my finger around his wrist bone, his sensitive spot. His chest vibrated underneath my head.

      It was quiet, and peaceful. The sheer white covers still pulled up over hips, were cold, and glided over my legs as Niall and I interlocked ours. We moved closer, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight, and protective. 


      We laid there, as the city around us woke up slowly. Cars filled the streets, as the morning commute started. Factories rumbled, and despite the noise, Niall and I still laid in each other's arms, the business outside irrelevant. Our cuddling was interrupted by my phone, the default ringtone dinging loudly. Niall released me, and i stood up, and walked over to my phone, on my dresser across the room. As I unlocked my phone, I got goosebumps as my body realized that I was away from the warmth. 

      Missed Calls (3)

      I rolled my eyes, and entered my password to listen to the voicemail.

      "Message one: From number 907-885-8785. 'Hey, Alana! It's your mom, and I know in the note I left you, I said we wouldn't be home for a while, but your pesky sister got injured. I won't tell you why, since she's so embarrassed, that silly girl, but I will tell you that we're on our way home right now. Love you!'"

     "Who is it?" Niall's deep morning voice grumbled.

      "Just my mom." I said as I heard him roll over from behind me.

      "Message two: From number 907-885-8785. 'Hi Alana! It's your mom again,I was just calling to say--'" I ended the call, knowing what she was going to say. 

      "Message three: From unknown number. 'I saw it all'" An unfamiliar voice growled, loudly. "'And you were supposed to save your body for me. Slut. I'll catch you when you least expect it.' End of messages"

     My body was stiff, and I couldn't move. All I could think was how? How could he have found me?


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