* SHORT CHAPTER SORRY *
The moment my arms flew around him, he started crying. I don't have a clue why, but he was just crying into my neck, hopelessly. But then I couldn't really complain, either, because I was crying into his light brown hair, not wanting to let him go.
His grip tightened around me, and I felt the urge to just bring his face to mine and kiss his soft lips. Of course, I couldn't, because it would be weird. Despite the fact of how much I wanted to do it, I had to try and take my mind off it, but it was just so hard.
This moment lasted a while, with me and him just hugging, and I wish time could stay like this forever. But it couldn't. And never would.
He unwrapped his arms from around me, and took a step back, with a half smile across his face. My heart sunk a little, because I wanted his touch, but I couldn't happen.
"I've missed you so much, Harry" he whispered, running a hand through his light brown hair, blue eyes shining within the light. I looked down at the floor, not answering him, and sighed. I wish it could be really simple. "It's been like hell not having you around, Harry. You're my best friend" he added, looking up at me, trying to get my attention.
That exact moment, a smile grew upon my face, because I knew that he missed me as much as I missed him. Even though I had been in a deep sleep, and still have no clue of what is wrong with me, I still missed him.
"I missed you too, baby" I murmured the last word, hoping hat he wouldn't hear it. But knowing Niall, he would hear.
"What did you say?" he whispered again, looking back up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
"I said Niall. Niall only" i raised my voice. He shook his head, and started to laugh lightly.
"I've been wanted to tell you something for a while, Harry" he finally spoke up, taking a small step closer to him. His jaw clenched as he ran his hand through his brown hair, again.
"Anything, Niall" I replied, taking a seat back onto the bed, getting ready for his answer. I patted the space next to me with my right arm, wanting him to sit by me. He nodded, before taking the seat.
"Ok. So it all started when I first met you. I really liked you, as in really really. I could never take my mind off you. All I was thinking about 24 hours a day was you, just you Harry. No one else. When I first met you, I felt something inside of me, like you were meant to be mine. As if you were born to be with me." He started, looking into my eyes with each word he said. I can't believe he is saying this. I feel as if he is meant to be the one, and I sit alone thinking whether or not I should tell him, and here he is, telling he has feelings for me, making me look as if I was weak.
He continued, "It was until we all got the flat together I started falling in love with you. It wasn't like one of those silly crush that someone as on another person. It was real. I actually thought I had found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. You, Harry. When I saw you, hurt and broken, after the car crash, I was gutted. Because I knew that I had done this to you, and I felt so bad about myself because I had hurt my baby" a tear escaped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He didn't have to feel bad about doing this to me. I'm the one who should be feeling bad, really, because I should never of got in the car with him. I should of told him to get a cab with me.
I shuffled over to him, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.
And with that moment, I did the most stupid thing, and pulled him onto my lap, and put my lips onto his.