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11. Exhausted.

October 13th

 

"Niall! Hurry up!" I yell as I run out of his flat.

Next thing I know, I trip and land in the hallway. Running with a suitcase behind you is not such a good idea. I lay there on my back and Niall comes walking out of house with his stuff.

"Morgan?" Niall says as he closes the door.

"Ow," I say still lying on the ground.

"What happened?"

"Let's just say the lesson learned is not to run with a suitcase rolling behind you. It turns sideways, and if you are me, it somehow gets under your feet and you trip over it." I say as Niall helps me up.

"You are such a klutz," Niall says as he chuckles.

"Yeah, I get that a lot too. Get used to it."

We ride the elevator down to the first floor. When we get outside, we load the back of Niall's car with our suitcases and get in. Once I am in the car, I look to see if I have any scrapes. One, two, three. Three. One on my hand, one on my arm, and one on my elbow.

"You okay?" Niall asks me noticing what I'm doing.

"The injuries are very minor. The chances of me surviving are pretty good...as long as I don't do anything else to hurt myself," I say.

Niall chuckles and I smile at him. It feels nice to be the one making him laugh. I crank the volume on the radio and jam out. I do drum, guitar, and singing motions to every single song that comes on. Niall just laughs at me the whole way to the airport. When we get there, we don't have much time. We unload our stuff and I start to run to the entrance. I am stopped by Niall pulling me back by my shoulders.

"What?!" I yell before I turn around.

Niall just has smile on his face like he has an idea. "I'll race you starting here," he says.

"Niall, you already saw what happened with me when I ran with my suitcase."

"You were about to run anyway." Hmm. So I was. What was I thinking? 

"True. I wasn't thinking about it though."

"I just saved your life then," he says with a smile.

"I hate to admit it, but yes."

"You know you love me," he says as he walks off towards the entrance.

Of course I love you, I say in my head. I just can't tell you.

I sigh and follow Niall into the airport. Niall sees that I'm behind, so he stops and waits for me. I give him a shooing motion so then he can get a place in line. I feel like I need to walk by myself for a minute to think. I decide to get us some seats in the waiting area and let him meet me instead. I hesitate to check my phone. Yesterday night I decided not to check my phone for a few days. Obviously I didn't think this through well enough because I get on my phone all the time and use it for various things. I go ahead and check it. I have only one text message, from Jesse. I open it.

Have a nice life with someone who will never give you what I gave you.

That's right, Jesse. He won't. He will give me everything you failed to give me and he's my best friend I think in my head. I start to feel put down. He didn't even text me saying he missed me like a normal person would and that hurts to know he probably never really loved me. Why did he even date me anyway then? I decide there is no point in answering him. I don't even need his number anymore. I go to my contacts and delete his number and any evidence of him in my phone. I don't need him anymore. I never will. As soon as I lock my phone, I pair of hands covers my eyes.

"Guess who?" a familiar Irish accent says.

"Niall, your hands need lotion," I say laughing.

Niall quickly takes his hands off of my eyes and examines them. I look through my purse and find some lotion I always keep in there that smells like my perfume. I get some on my hands and rub the rest on Niall's hands. As I do so, Niall stares back and forth at me and his hands like I am doing something illegal. We lock eye contact for a few seconds and I quickly look away. I then clear my throat.

"Now your hands smell like girl," I tell him.

He smells his hands and then keeps smelling them.

"Niall, what are you doing? That's weird!" I say while laughing at him.

"It smells good! Duh," he says.

"Well are you going to come sit down?"

Niall smells his hands one last time before occupying the chair next to me. I roll my eyes at him and smile.

"You know you love me," he says with a smile.

Again, I do. I just can't freaking tell you that! I just smile at him and cuddle into the chair. I am really tired from waking up so early this morning.

"Here," he says as he bundles up his jacket and sets it on his lap. I hesitate, but then again, I am REALLY tired. Since there isn't an arm on the side of the chair, I can just lay straight across. I lay on my back and look up at Niall who is staring down at me.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"7:30," he says as he checks his phone.

"What time is our flight again?"

"It's at 8."

I groan in annoyance because I only have 30 minutes to sleep. 

"Okay, well I am going to sleep. Wake me up when we are boarding, please."

"Well, that's the only way I'm even going to be able to get on the plane," Niall says.

"Smartass."

NIALL'S POV

Morgan passed out within 5 minutes. She looks so tired. I don't think she got any sleep last night. A few times I woke up to hearing her sobbing. Why did she have to have a boyfriend when she met me? I could have saved her from all of this pain. I sigh and study her features. She has a little bit of a frown on her face. I wonder what she is dreaming. I play with her hair that is laying behind her in front of me. She has such long, beautiful hair. After a few minutes, I start to feel her move. I look at her face, but I don't see any eyes opening. She moves around some more and still has a frown on her face.

"Morgan," I say softly.

She still doesn't wake up, so I speak louder, "Morgan, wake up."

She slowly opens her eyes and turns to face me. A look of relief shows up on her face when she sees me.

"Did you have a bad dream?" I ask.

Morgan nods and sits up. She still looks extremely tired. I hear over the speakers that our flight is boarding. Wow, 30 minutes goes by fast. I help Morgan get her stuff and we get on the plane. As soon as we are seated, Morgan lays on my shoulder and goes to sleep. Too late for me to ask what her dream was. Soon enough, I lay my head on hers and fall asleep too.

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