June 14th was finally here. I had been counting down to this day for longer than I care tof admit.
He was coming back today, and I could not be more excited. And anxious. Niall had left Mullingar 3 months ago for his world tour with One Direction. Of course I was happy for him, but there was an pang of sadness that overtook me as well.
We had been friends for years and years, but he had become so much more than that. Sure, I always thought he was cute, but then I started to develop a crush. Every smile, laugh, and look of his completely infatuated me; causing my heart to beat just a bit faster. And when it finally seemed like he might have felt the same way, it was just before he was leaving for the tour. Niall didn’t ask me out or tell me anything ground-breaking. But there was a gradual change in his actions as they became touchier and his compliments became more sincere. If only we had more time, something could have blossomed. Something amazing. I still could perfectly remember the last time I had seen him. We were at the airport, saying our final goodbyes.
“I’m going to miss you Chelsea,” Niall murmured into my shoulder as he squeezed me tightly.
“Me too,” I replied, fighting to hold back the tears that had started form in the corners of my eyes.
He pulled away and looked at me, analyzing my face carefully. His hands rested on either of my shoulders. I knew that no matter how hard I tried to cover up my feelings, Niall would be able to see right through it. There was no doubt in my mind that he saw my glassy eyes.
“Hey it’s ok, I’ll be back before you know it,” he said, giving a reassuring smile.
I nodded as a single tear rolled down my cheek. He leaned forward and lifted his hand from my shoulder to wipe it away. The area his finger had brushed upon left a warm, tingling sensation on my skin. The slightest of his touches always brought about these effects. I just couldn’t help it.
He pulled me in for one last hug as the intercom announced that his flight was departing. I closed my eyes as his gentle hand smoothed over and over my dirty-blond hair.
“Bye babe,” he said finally while taking a step back.
“Bye Niall. Don’t forget me.” I smiled weakly. “You’re going to have the best time.” He smiled one last time, and then turned around to walk through the gate.
And that was it. He was gone. A rush of uncontrollable tears streamed down my face. Why did he have to leave? I thought. And since when did we start acting like a couple? Why was today the first time he had called me babe and touched my face like that? Something could have happened between us. Something I wanted more than anything. If only it had started sooner.
I was awoken from my daze as I heard a car honk loudly behind me. I had been slowly drifting into the other lane. Sighing, I shook my head, letting my loose waves fly. None of those sad memories should matter right now. I was driving to the airport once again, but this time I’d be welcoming him home, not saying goodbye.
I arrived about 10 minutes earlier than his expected return. I walked into the airport and sat down in a small chair, anxiously waiting for Niall’s arrival. I clasped and unclasped my hands nervously, wondering what I would say and what I should do. But all those thoughts quickly disappeared as I saw the first few people walk in from the gate. I stood up reflexively, my eyes frantically searching the crowd that for Niall.
Almost immediately, I caught sight of his messy blonde hair. My breath hitched in my throat. He still hadn’t noticed me yet, thank God, because I was a hyperventilating mess right now. His arms looked more muscular in his short-sleeve t-shirt, and he looked even better looking if that was possible. But otherwise, he was the same Niall I had known forever. That’s when his beautiful blue-green eyes met mine. I thought that my heart couldn’t beat faster than it was already, but I was proved wrong as Niall started taking long, fast-paced strides toward me, a huge grin on his face.
I was momentarily frozen with the shock of seeing him for the first time, but I then I couldn’t help but to run into his arms. He laughed, oh how I had missed his distinctive, charming laugh, as I crashed into his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his torso. I inhaled his familiar scent and tried to memorize everything about this perfect moment.
Niall pulled his head back, with his hands on my hips.
“Chelsea,” he breathed out, as if he couldn’t believe that I was really standing there with him.
I giggled. “Niall,” I said mocking him in the same tone of disbelief while rolling my eyes playfully.
He laughed again in return. “You’re still the same Chelsea I see.” I nodded. He lowered his head down a bit so that our eyes were now on the same level. His face was only inches away from mine. I didn’t even care about the crowds of other people around us. His inviting lips, the ones I wanted to kiss for the longest time, were too close for me to concentrate on anything else. But we simply stared at each other in the close proximity for a few moments, neither of us making a move. I was dying for him to press his mouth to mine. But he didn’t. Instead, he spoke.
“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you Chels.”
I blinked rapidly, not believe what he had just said, and then I blushed as it sunk it. Not what I had expected to happen, but almost as great. His compliment quite literally took my breath away, and all what I could do was giggle shyly.
“What do you mean?” I managed to get out.
“What I mean is I couldn’t stop thinking about you during the entire tour,” he replied while pulling away from me. He took my hand instead, and took his suitcase in the other as he started toward the exit.
I looked down at our entangled hands as we walked into the parking lot. “Niall, why are you holding my hand?” Little did I realize how stupid that question sounded until after I said it.
We reached my car, and Niall still hadn’t replied. I opened the trunk and watched as Niall put in his suitcase. He closed the trunk, and then turned to look at me.
He shuffled his feet, looking nervous, hands in pockets. When all of a sudden, he took a step forward, and lifted a hand up to my face. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and turned his head slightly to the side as he leaned in. I couldn’t think properly, but somehow, I ended up leaning in as well.
Within the first touch of his lips against mine, a blazing fire erupted in my stomach. He kissed me softly, almost tentatively, as if he weren’t sure about how I felt. I kissed him back harder to let him know that this was everything I wanted. The warm fire spread throughout my body, and I was in a state of complete pleasure.
He pulled back, a slight smile playing on his lips.
“I’ve wanted to do that forever,” he said softly.
I smiled back. “Welcome home Niall.”
-anotherdiamondintherough more one shots and a fanfic on my blog x