white noise chocolate

We all have our problems and with ours we need each other in order to solve them. We need to help each other, we need to understand each other. We need to love each other, make each other feel one another. Another. Other. Kiss me Niall, please, because there won't be another. Love me Niall, please, because I need to feel your touch before I go.


13. Noise

Niall was mad, literally. He didn't bother covering his fresh cuts but he couldn't sit down. His knee kept bouncing up and down as I drove towards the place where the party would be. 

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Fine," he said quickly. "Go this way." He pointed to a road and I turned onto it. The road was filled with cars, and not just plain modern cars. Limos, SUVs, expensive cars. 


"All of Paramount Studios is here," he muttered. 

My eyes widened. This wasn't a welcoming party, this was for her dad. I pulled next to the sidewalk, a couple blocks from where people were getting out of their cars. 

"I'm surprised there isn't any security." 

"It's Birmingham."

"Exactly my point."

"Who cares," he said last as he opened the door and begun to walk towards the party. 

This was ridiculous, Niall was ridiculous. I got out and quickly followed him. I thought he would use common sense and use a back entrance. Of course we are celebrities but this isn't a party for us. This is an exclusive party and we weren't invited. 

"Niall, go the back--."

Before I could finish he was gone and entering the party through the front entrance not caring that anyone saw him. I rolled my eyes before I continued to follow him. 

"Niall, Niall," I silently muttered, not wanting to stick out. 

But there's no way Niall could've heard me. It was too loud for anyone to hear anything. There was way to much noise.


I continued through the rooms looking for her, but came up with nothing. It was so loud, and whenever I thought I heard her name it was just her dad bragging about how he missed her. 

He wasn't even there for her and he acts like the hero. 

I came across a set of stairs and decided to go up. It wouldn't hurt. 

I continued up until I heard the sobbing. The sobbing that sounded so familiar but unreal. The sobbing that I've heard but never in real life. 

The door was partially open and I pushed it back further. 

That's when I saw her. On top of her bed in a mountain of fluffy fabric, the color of bubblegum. Maybe lighter, but when the door hit the wall she looked up at me. 

Her face was red and puffy and I just wanted to embrace her. Let her know that I was here for her. 

"Ireland?" I slowly let loose from my lips. 

She sobbed louder.

"Tell me what's wrong," I started.

She looked up at me again. "Why is it I have no idea who you are but something keeps telling me I know you."

I bit my bottom lip. I wasn't used to the noise not following her. It was like a timer and whenever the noise stopped she was disappear. I no longer heard the voice. 

"I'm Niall," I said. What else could I? 

"N--Niall?" She stuttered over her tears. "And I never met you before."

Fuck, what do I say now? 

"Well, no, not exact--." Fuck it. "Yes, Ireland. You know who I am and yes we've met. We've done more than just meet." 

"What?" She breathed. 

"Fuck," I started. "I made love to you. I harmed you."

"What?" She repeated. 

I stepped closer, "You wanted me to. You said it would help me stop but it didn't. Look." I reached for her arm and she allowed me to have it. I pulled up the sheer fabric to reveal the marks, the cuts. Then I pushed up the sleeves of my own shirt. Matching.

"I--I thought they were just scratches from the accident."

"No," I shook my head. "I told you I didn't want to do it, but you made me anyways. I never thought they would appear naturally on your skin."

"This is so hard to believe." She pulled away and sat down on a plush covered chair. 

"I know," I mumbled. I followed her and crouched down so she would looked down at me. " Just let me try and prove one more thing to you." 

She took a second to contemplate. Whether or not to agree or not. 

"Okay," she nodded. 

I searched her eyes, begging for her to come back to me. I swallowed as I stood up but not fully allowing me to continue to look into her eyes. I brought my hands around her neck, supporting her. She inhaled sharply unsure if she should allow me to continue. But she did. 

I brought my lips closer to hers and her eyes searched every part of me, looking for remembrance. I allowed my lips to brush along hers for just a second before we connected. I moved my lips against hers. She wasn't rejecting, she wasn't pushing away, she was letting me. 

I ran my tongue along her bottom lip and within seconds her fingers were grabbing hold of my hair. I pulled her closer, onto the floor, she was on my lap her legs wrapping around me. I didn't want her to go away, I didn't want her to forget. I wanted her to want me, I wanted her to know me. 

I wanted her to accept my touch, my love, my everything I could give her. 

In a second I felt wetness sliding down my cheek and I pulled away gently. She was crying her tears falling gently down from her eyes onto the slight curve of her breasts. 

"What's wrong?" I asked as I pushed some of her hair back from her face. 

She shook her head. "I've missed you so fucking much. Don't you ever fucking leave me, Niall."

I leaned my forehead against her forehead. "I won't, I promise. Just can you please, say my name again. Please?"

I looked down, under my eyelashes and saw her lips curve up in a smile before they shaped into the syllables of my name. 

"Niall," she said slowly. "Niall…Niall…Niall."

The noise I've loved so much has returned but this time in the reality through my eardrums. 

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