i miss the slopes

She talked softly and thoughtfully, like she was telling me a secret, and I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss, that we ought to kiss right now on the dusty orange couch with its cigarette burns and its decades of collected dust. And I would have: I would have kept leaning toward her until it becomes necessary to tilt my face so as to miss her ski-slope nose, and I would have felt the shock of her so-soft lips. I would have.
— 

Miles Halter, Looking for Alaska by John Green

Stale Sandbech:  Surfer Girl Meets Snowboader Boy

I’ve never been to a snowboarding competition before, but Coco asked me to come, so I’m here.  We’ve come to watch her boyfriend Mark compete.  I have met Mark several times and I’ve always liked him, so I have no problem supporting him today.

“Mark told us to meet him here.”  Coco says to me.  We’re at a little restaurant inside the lodge. 

“Hi ladies.”  Mark says as he walks towards Coco and me.  Behind him follows his brother Craig {whom I’ve met} and some other guy I’ve never seen before.  Coco hugs all three of them, and then introduces me.

“Oh y/n, this is Stale Sandbech.  Stale this is my best friend, y/n.”  Stale shakes my hand. We make eye contact and I realize he’s decently cute.  Ok he’s actually really hot.  Like I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anybody so good looking before.

“I’m starving.  I need to eat before the competition starts.”  Mark tells us.  We all go and sit down at a table.  Stale sits next to me, which I’m silently thrilled about.

“This is actually y/n’s first snowboarding competition.”  Coco says, making conversation.

“Seriously?”  Stale asks, looking genuinely shocked by this statement.

“Yeah I’m more of a surfer type of girl.”  I say while taking a sip of my water.

“We’ll have to change that.”  Stale says with a smirk on his face.  I can feel myself start to blush and I quickly look away from Stale. 

~~~~

After lunch, Coco and I walk the boys back towards the slope.  Their competition is going to start soon, but they don’t seem too worried.  Mark waves goodbye to me, then him and Coco go off to have a moment before he goes to compete.  This leaves me standing with Stale.  I don’t mind though, Stale and I have been getting along great.

“So I know you’re here to cheer on Mark, but I was thinking…if you don’t mind…if maybe you’d want to wear my hoodie.  Ya know…to support me.”  Stale asks shyly.  He was so confident during lunch that it’s adorable watching him be so shy. 

“Mark has plenty of cheerleaders.  I’d love to be in your cheering section.”  I reply with a smile.  Stale looks relieved by my answer and hands me the hoodie.  It’s a red hoodie that reads something with Norway snowboarding on the front and Sandbech on the back.

“It looks good on you.”  Stale jokes.  The hoodie is huge on me, but it’s soft and warm.  Not to mention, it belongs to a hot boy.  Can’t get much better than that.  “Ok I’ve gotta go.”

“Don’t tell Mark, but I hope you win.  Now go kill it, Sandbech.”  I whisper to Stale. He laughs, then hugs me goodbye.  I watch him walk away.  He turns back right before he disappears in the crowed and gives me his usual smirk.  Moments later Coco is back at my side.

“Umm did I miss something?”  Coco asks with a little smile on her face.  I decide to play it cool.  I’m not even sure if Stale likes me or if he was just being friendly.

“Nope.  Lets go.”  I reply as we start walking to get a spot to watch the contest.

“Oh so we’re not going to talk about how you’re wearing Stale’s sweatshirt?” 

“It’s just a hoodie. He was being nice.”  I say coolly, Coco doesn’t buy it though.  Her face gives away her every thought.

“Aww I knew you two would hit it off.  He’s so cute.  He’s so cute, right?  I thought you guys were flirting during lunch, but I wasn’t sure.  I love this-“ Coco rants.  I just shake my head and laugh. 

“Yes he’s cute.  Please don’t read too much into this, Coco.  This could be nothing.”  I say, but it definitely feels like something, though.

~~~

As it turns out, I like snowboarding.  The first few boarders are amazing and I love watching them.  The announcer just called Stale’s name and now I’m really excited to see his run.

“It’s your boy.”  Coco says, nudging me with her elbow.  I roll eyes, and then quickly look back at the slope.  I don’t want to miss a moment of Stale’s run.

Stale’s run starts out perfectly.  He reaches the final jump and I see him sort of fumble in the air.  My hand covers my mouth as I watch Stale fall on his landing and tumble down the slope.  I feel Coco grab my arm as we both stare, terrified, at an injured Stale.  He doesn’t move for a bit, but then finally gets up.  A medic is helping Stale walk to the first aid station, but his eyes are searching the crowd.  He stops searching when his eyes lock on mine.  He just stares at me for a few seconds, and then nods his head towards first aid.  I nod back at him.

“Cokes, I have to go meet Stale.”  I blurt out before powering through the crowd to go meet Stale.

“I’m sorry honey, family only.”  The medic says to me when I approach the first aid station.

“It’s ok, she’s my girlfriend.”  I hear Stale shout from inside the station.  The medic looks like she wants to argue, but allows me in anyways.  I walk in and see Stale lying on a bed, looking beat up, but still handsome.

“Aw you poor thing. I think I’m to blame for this.  I’m bad luck.” I say to Stale. 

“No it’s my fault.  I was distracted.”  Stale explains as he holds his wounded arm.  “Well, I guess it is partly your fault.  I was distracted by you.”

“Oh yeah?”  I ask.  I do my best to hide my smile.  I shouldn’t be happy while he’s hurt, but this is a cute moment for me.

“Yeah.  Do you think you can just sit here with me for a bit?”  Stale asks as he sticks his hand out for me to hold.  I move closer and take it.

“Of course.”  I say.

“So tell me about yourself.”  Stale says.  It’s basically the worst question ever.  I never know how to respond to it.

“Like what?”

“Like do you have a boyfriend?”  Stale says, that smirk creeping back onto his flawless face. 

“Very smooth,” I say while giggling.  “But no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Good.  That’s the answer I was hoping for.”

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AU: Niall comes back home from work and he finds you fast asleep, smelling like coffee

You almost felt bad for falling asleep before Niall could come home, but he said the flight had been delayed for over an hour and he would be arriving late, that you didn’t have to stay up so long, love, darling - that you could just go to sleep and he would be there shortly.

It wasn’t a surprise that he came home smelling like airplanes and traffic while you smelled of sweet coffee beans and the shampoo he had forgotten. You had downed two cups before he could arrive home, and when he did, softly brushing the hair out of your eyes and nestling your head more comfortably against the pillows, you smelled of everything he had missed. 

“Hey,” he whispered, gentle and sweet and pressed against your Cupid’s bow. “I’m home now." 

Niall placed himself in a position that allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down onto you as he rested the majority of his weight on his elbows.

"Hi,” you whispered back, a sleepy smile gracing your face as you peppered kisses from his Adam’s apple to his collarbone. “I missed you.” You ran your hands down the strong slope of his back and frowned. “Why do you feel different?" 

He chuckled softly into your hair and kissed the top of your head, trailing his nose down until it was tucked into the warm corner of your neck. “I haven’t changed, you just haven’t seen me in a few days.” 

The childish exhaustion had crept into your voice and settled itself against your lips where they pouted. “It was awful,” you told him honestly, twisting strands of his browner hair around your fingertips. ” - you being gone was awful.” 

Breathing you in, Niall placed kisses against your jawline and cheeks, his lips never moving. “I’m here now,” he soothed you, coasting his strong and veiny hands against your arms in a caressing motion. “Yeah? I’m right here. And you smell like fucking coffee beans.” 

You frowned. “Is it bad?”

Niall kissed you; Niall felt like he could never get enough of you. His mouth was plump and pink and just like you remembered, soft and strong and holding you together. He inhaled every short gust of air you exhaled, twirling his fingers into your hair until the strands were wrapped around his hands and he was tugging you towards him, kissing you like he couldn’t breathe without you. 

"No,” he promised, “No, fuck - not in the slightest. I missed it. I missed it more than anything."