Kiss You: Chapter Thirteen: Part One
Sapphire’s P.O.V

Niall was leaning over the kitchen counter standing in front of his laptop, talking to his many fans during a Twitcam. I was in the next room; reading and listening to him talk and answer questions. A few times I would laugh at an answer of his or a random question from a fan, which Niall would hear and then laugh himself, followed by a ‘Sorry, that’s Sapph’s fault’ which would earn him a shocked expression from me or an eye roll.
I closed my book and stood up off the chair. I didn’t bother putting my book down because I was just going to get a drink then I was coming back. I walked past Niall, behind him, hitting his bu/t gently with my book on my way.
He acted quickly and coiled his finger through the belt loop on my shorts and pulled me back, before I walked completely past him, so I was standing next to him.
“Aaah, Niall! Let me go,” I whined, with a smile. He slid his hand in the back pocket of my shorts.
“Sapph!” he mocked me, drawing out the ‘a’ in Sapph.
“It’s not nice to tease people,” I told him impishly tapping his nose with my finger.
“Hey darlin’,” he said greeting me and changing the subject.
“Hi Nialler,” I said back remembering that I was on the Twitcam.
“So, everyone this is my lovely girlfriend, Sapphire,” he said turning back to his computer.
“Hey everyone,” I said to his laptop with a wave. We kind of stared at each other for a few seconds until I smiled and said, “Okay, well, I’m going to give you my little leprechaun back. Bye everybody,” I blew a kiss to the camera, and finally went to get my drink, winking at Niall when I was out of the camera’s view, causing him to smile.
I took a sip from my glass of water, leaning against the bench in the other side of the kitchen, watching Niall. I guess he got a little distracted with me watching him, because he wrapped up the Twitcam pretty quickly after.
“Your fans love you,” I told him as he shut his laptop.
He nodded, “I know.” He walked over next to me and leaned on the same bench. “But you’re my biggest fan,” he said.
I smiled, “Of course.”
He smiled too. “Let’s get ready,” he said after a bit.
“For what?” I asked confused.
“We’re going to Zayn and Clara’s place,” he explained walking to our bedroom.
I followed him. He unbuttoned his plaid shirt and changed into a plain white T-shirt. I took out a pair of black jeans, quickly took my shorts off and pulled the jeans on. My shirt was fine so I didn’t bother changing it. But I was still confused as to why we were going to Zayn and Clara’s flat. “Why?”
“Because… we have to tell you something,” he said glancing back at me.
I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, Niall; I hate it when you do this. You’re so secretive and I never know what’s going on. You know that I need to know what’s happening. You’re giving me anxiety.”
He chuckled. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked light-heartedly.
I sighed and nodded, fighting back a smile as I did. I did trust him; of course I did. I trusted with my everything. And he knew me too well to say I didn’t.
He laughed and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go.”

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