They were kissing.
And they were doing it like they never wanted to stop. They didn't, maybe that's why. It didn't taste like low tar this time, it didn't taste like any chemical. It tasted like Bev and Niall and Niall and Bev and like the both of them together, because that's where they belong.
Together.
After a couple of times admitting loves for each other they left together to sleep over at Bev's.
They needed no labels. They weren't necessary.
