Always the Best Friend
Chapter 10: Drink Number Six
“Come on, Horan you’re gonna wake the whole damn floor!” You say while laughing at your best friend who has clearly drank one too many.
Niall was stumbling his way through the hallway of your hotel; occasionally tripping over his own feet and putting his arm over your shoulder for support.
“So c’come on, you got it wrong. To prove I’m right, I put it in a so-o-ong..” Niall was belting out as you scramble to find the keycard to his hotel room.
“Alright mister, give your vocal cords a chance to rest. Along with every one else in this hotel.” you laugh while trying to steady Niall on the bed so you could take his shirt, that smelled strongly of every alcohol in that bar tonight, off.
You’ve seen him drunk plenty of times. The boy does love his pints. But tonight was different. Tonight, Niall didn’t let you out of his sight for one bit.
You and the boys were seated in a closed off section of Cirque, the music was booming, a blur of tangled bodies dancing on the dance floor, and drinks of every color displayed before you.
“Wow, Zayn and Liam knew their stuff when it came to parties.” you remember thinking to yourself.
You and the boys drink glass after glass of alcohol, some tasted sweet while others burned your throat. Some time after drink number six, Liam decides for the whole group that it was time to dance.
As you and the boys make your way to the middle of the dance floor, you notice Niall’s hand hasn’t left your waist. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it wasn’t but once you reached a clearing you fling your arms around Niall’s neck and dance.
Niall’s face was closer to yours that it has ever been before. You could feel his hot breath on your face, his hands on your hip occasionally tightening their grip on you, but the one thing you could never forget was how he looked at you that night.
His eyes held your face like it was the most precious thing he has ever seen. The flickering lights of the dance floor would catch the the tiny flecks of gold in his otherwise deep blues. It was so easy for you to get lost in them. Everyone seemed to disappear from around you, the music faded into the background, and it was just the two of you with arms holding on tightly to each other, almost like you were afraid the other was going to disappear if you loosen your grip on each other.
Somehow you manage to get Niall into a clean shirt. He was now drinking the water you handed to him, while you dab a warm damp cloth all over his face in between his gulps. He looked so helpless while sitting at the edge of his bed with you standing in front of him between his legs. It was a different sight indeed, far from the Niall you’re used to. Right now he wasn’t the loud lad you’ve known since he was 16, he wasn’t cracking jokes, wasn’t up to his usual shenanigans with Louis. Right now he was vulnerable.
You were resting one arm on his shoulder while the other was playing with his blonde locks.
“Tonight was something, eh?” He said in almost a whisper while looking down at his now empty glass. There was an uncertainty in his voice almost like he was looking for an affirmation.
You stop playing with hair and rest both arms on his shoulders intertwining your fingers behind his head. “Tonight was…different.”
“Oh.” He said deflated.
“Good different. We should have more nights like tonight.” You smile down at him.
Niall looks up at you with a smile and the same look in his eyes from earlier. “Y/N, I…” He was struggling finding the right words to say.
After two years of secretly being inlove with his best friend, and imagining what he’d say once he’d finally have the courage to confess, right now with you looking down at him with those gorgeous eyes he dreamed of night after night he was at a lost for words.
“Shit, say something.” He thought to himself.
He had a whole script played out too. He’d tell you how you would get his heart racing every time you were with him, how your touch would leave an electricity on his skin and how it would stay there longing for more until your hands would brush against him again, and how that one time when you were crying over Harry and nursing a broken heart his own broke with every tear that feel from your eyes.
Niall’s thoughts were interrupted when you suddenly said, “I know, Ni. Me too.”
He takes takes your hands from his shoulders and pulls you down gently to sit beside him. You were now face to face with your best friend. How could you not see before? Niall was always there for you. At the right time, at the right place, with the right words.
So when he cups your face with his hands, a thumb mindlessly rubbing circles at the part where your cheek meets your jaw you close your eyes because like how it was always with Niall it felt like it was the right time and the right place and though there were no words being spoken you both knew.
You feel his lips touch yours and you swoon. You were kissing Niall, and it felt so right.
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