Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.
Er hatte ihr versprochen, es kommt nie wieder vor, es wird alles wie es war, doch dann war er wieder da, dieser Ausdruck in den Augen. Woran sollte sie noch glauben?
Sie wollte raus aus ihrem Körper, konnte sich nicht mehr spüren, doch er hörte nicht auf ihr die Luft abzuschnüren. Es war so wie ein Alptraum, doch sie wurde nicht wach. Sie wollte kämpfen, doch sie war viel zu schwach.
Sie gab sich die Schuld, glaubte daran, was hatte sie getan, was trieb sie in diesen Wahn? In der Nacht kam die Angst, sie glaubte zu schweben, sie sah sich von oben und sie wollte nicht mehr leben. Sie wollte es verdrängen, wollte es vergessen, doch es hatte sich tief in ihre Seele gefressen.
Sie fühlte sich allein, fühlte sich so klein, wann würde es endlich vorbei sein?
a/n: So you wanted to read about Niall. Here it is!
If you had any idea that this would have been
the outcome you never would have agreed to play the game. It started when you’d
asked Niall to take out the trash. He was all too eager to remind you of the
fact that he had washed the dishes last night so it was your turn to take out the
trash. Of course you reminded him that the sink full of dishes were all his
anyway, but he didn’t see your point.
“Fine, let’s settle this fair n’ square,” he offered.
You concurred. You were all for fairness. You
watched as he opened a draw and brought out a writing pad and two pens. Your
brows rose in scepticism as you watched him draw a large number sign and then
hand you a pen.
“This is your idea of fair and square?”
“You got a better idea?” he countered.
Sighing, you leaned onto the counter to make
Soon after you were drawing a line through your
x’s before dropping the pen, “So it’s settled. And don’t forget to put a new
bag in when you’re done.”
“Wait, wait, let’s make it best two out o’ three,” he’d suggested.
Not seeing any harm with that you came back to
the table and picked up your pen.
Three games later and you were still the victor.
“How is it possible tha’ ya won three n a row?!”
he threw his pen down in frustration.
“Aw, don’t be a sore loser, babe,” you laughed
as you walked out of the living room.
“Why don’t we do the best three out o’ five?”
he called after you.
“Why don’t you admit defeat and just take out
the garbage?” you called over your shoulder as you ascended the stairs.
You heard him grumble something unintelligible
and laughed at his crabbiness. You spent the rest of the night watching TV till
you fell asleep a few hours later.
in the middle of one of the best sleeps you’ve had in a while you felt someone
nudging you. You groaned and rolled over to come face to face with a bright
“C’mon babe, wake up for a minute,” he said as
he urged you to sit up.
“What’s wrong?” your voice was heavy with sleep
as you rubbed your eyes.
“I need ya’ to do something for me real quick.”
“Mm, what is it?” you squinted as sudden light spilled
through the room from the bedside lamp.
“Just one more game,” he said while placing the
writing pad on the bed between you.
Your eyes narrowed into annoyed slits as you
regarded him. He sat innocently at the foot of the bed, wielding pens and a hopeful
“You cannot be serious right now! Are you
kidding me? Go to bed!” you reprimanded
as you leaned over to turn off the light then try to fall back asleep.
Just as you nestled into a comfortable position
Niall’s voice filtered through the dark, “Are ya’ sure?”
You blindly flung your arm out behind you, satisfied
with the noise it made when you hit him.
“Okay, fine! Jeez!” he mumbled as he then got
under the covers.
The next morning you woke to find the bed
beside you empty and the most delicious aromas accosting your senses. You got
out of bed and followed the scents to the kitchen. You couldn’t help the smile
that seeing Niall moving around the kitchen in his boxers caused. You admired
the way his back flexed as he flipped pancakes and then giggled when he cursed
at one falling on the floor.
At your slip he turned to smile at you.
“G’mornin’ princess. I’m makin’ you breakfast,”
he said as he tended to another pot on the stove.
“I can see that,” you nodded as you moved to
sit at the bar.
“It’s almost ready.”
“Take your time,” you perched your chin in your
hand as your eyes trailed him.
His messy bed hair and bare torso made for the
most scrumptious combination. You lazily drummed your fingers against the
countertop as you watched your boyfriend prepare the most important meal of the
“Ready!” he placed a plate of pancakes, eggs
and bacon before you with the most confident grin.
You didn’t realize how hungry you were until
that moment. Nothing about the way you began shovelling food into your mouth
“Slow down babe, you wouldn’t want to choke,
would you?” he laughed as he placed a glass of juice and a napkin on the
counter beside your plate.
You grabbed the glass and brought it to your
lips. Writings on the napkin caught your eye. As you recognized the beginning of
yet another tic-tac-toe game, you put down the glass, rolled your eyes and
“Please princess!” he begged as he leaned over
the counter to grab your wrist, preventing you from leaving.
“I regret ever agreeing to play this game with
you,” you told him.
“One last time,” he urged as he pushed a pen
You considered it a moment then returned to
your seat, “You promise?”
“Fine. One more game Niall.”
You picked up your pen and leaned over the
napkin. Your first thought was to purposely let him win, but then you decided you’d
respect him and the game and actually try.
You made your mark and then waited for him to
make his…and waited….and waited.
You looked at him and your stare turned into a
glare as he continued to calculate his next play.
“It’s not chess, make a move.”
So he did and unsurprisingly the outcome of the
game was the same as all the others.
I win?” he pouted.
“Face it babe, you’re a sore loser,” you leaned
over the counter to kiss his pout.
“Okay, maybe we should just do one more to be
sure,” he suggested, already drawing up a new game on the other side of the
“Nuh uh, Horan. A promise is a promise. No more
“Fine,” he sulked.
You picked up your plate of food and glass of
juice, intending to enjoy a guilt free breakfast that didn’t involve your
“I’ll be in the living room when you’re done
You settled into the couch and turned on the TV.
Not even five minutes later Niall was joining you on the couch. He sat beside you and threw his arm over the
back of the sofa.
“You know what, princess? You’re absolutely
right, I was bein’ a sore loser. Maybe tic-tac-toe just isn’t my game.”
You nodded in agreement; happy that he had finally
come around. You turned back to your
meal, and focused on the TV, enjoying the silence that fell between you before
he broke it.