A couple of weeks had passed since Meta and Harry arrived at Niall's house, and those two weeks had been the best in Meta's life. She felt freer, and wanted. Not a nuisance. Someone who was needed there.
"Wake up you silly fry you," Harry woke Meta up one morning. He had come to adopt that nickname for her because of how they had first met. He slightly poked her in the side, and she slapped him away, groaning. Niall smirked as he ran into the room with his guitar, and he and Harry sat right next to Meta, before belting out a song.
"Get out, get out, get out of the bed, and wake up you lazy butthead!" they sang loudly in Meta's ear. Jumping up, she glared at the boys, now dying of laughter.
"Fuck you too buddies," she said and rolling her eyes, she walked down to the kitchen. It was funny, but Meta hated having her sleep interrupted. Oh well.
Niall quickly followed after her and twirled her around to face him, catching her in a good-morning hug. He smiled at her grumpy expression, and she couldn't help but laugh at his goofiness. She hugged him tightly, loving the feeling of being so close to her best friend. He, naturally, hugged her even closer; he loved Meta. That was clear.
"I'm so tired now because of you derp," Meta whined playfully. "Peasant."
In response, Niall picked Meta up smoothly and lifted her onto his back. "The peasant carries the lady," he said. Meta giggled and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Onward my peasant," she laughed. Niall ran around the house with Met on is back, the two laughing like maniacs, and all the while, the two had realized their true love for each other. They were meant to be there in that moment, meant to be together in that moment and for a long time after. They were meant for each other.
Niall put Meta down, and looked her straight into her beautiful hazel orbs. The corrupted innocence and hateful bliss she possessed were so confusing and understandable. When Niall looked at her, reality went out the door. She was timeless. He slowly leaned in, and so did she. Without even realizing it, the two kissed each other lightly. As they pulled apart, Niall smiled goofily at Meta again, and although she was blushing like crazy, she rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen, Niall following.
(Alright you guys, I'm a lazy little fucker so yeah I'm gonna change to Meta's first person point of view, it's so much easier and that much more fun to do ;P Sorry for being a piss poor writer )
I knew I had to play it cool, there was no way in hell I would give away my absolute confusion, shock and giddiness that that kiss had brought me. It wasn't my style. But I also knew I couldn't act like it hadn't happened, and my curiosity, the bitch, had gotten the better of me. Naturally though, instead of asking Niall why he had just kissed me, I just turned around and kissed him again myself.
This kiss, we were a little more prepared for. The first one was experimental, if anything, kind of like a way to see if one of us would go ape shit or something. This one, well, it was like, I loved the first one, give me another. I guess that's the better reaction of the two that could have conspired. Niall, after a quick recovery, slid his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into him. My arms, completely working on their own, snaked around his neck and messed up that wonderful hair. His scent, just amazing. His touch, no longer that of a friend's, so much more comforting, and quite honestly, a slight turn-on. Things really started heating up, but then of course Harry Styles had to walk in. He cleared his throat, and Niall and I literally jumped 5 feet away from each other. Fucking cockblocker. Oh well. Harry raised his eyebrows, frowned a little, and grabbed a couple waffles from the freezer. Mentally cursing just about every single thing imaginable, I did the same. The awkwardness was unbelievable. You could feel it in the air, hell, I could grab handfuls of it for christ's sake. So I toasted my waffles and went off to my room.
Tumblr, here I come.
A little while later, Niall cautiously peeked into my room. His uncertainty and shyness were all too adorable, I couldn't help but smile.
"I don't bite," I said a little too sweetly, and Niall's eyes narrowed in playful suspicion before he ran into the room and tackled me on the bed. We wrestled, and in a way it reminded me of that night I had spent at the hotel with Harry. Except this one felt better. More comfortable, ya know? I don't what it was, but I always felt like I could completely be myself with Niall. I mean, sure, you're always yourself to some extent, but really there's only one other person in this world who can be all of yourself with. And that one person for me, was Niall Horan.
Soon enough, I gave up, and let Niall pin me down.
"I'm totally letting you do this, ya know," I smirked, trying to catch my breath. This kid was hella strong. I liked that.
"Mhm, yeah alright. Keep thinking that. You couldn't get out if you tried," Niall responded coyly. Accepting the blatant challenge, I kissed his lips ever so lightly and teasingly. Falling right into my trap, he released my arms above my head to hold himself up so he could deepen the kiss. So hungry for attention. I quickly knocked him off balance and slid up on top of him before kissing his nose. He blushed as I lay down on him and allowed our faces to get within an inch of each other.
"It's not good to get distracted my dear," I snickered, and kissed him one more time before leaving the room.
