Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

Screams.

He looks up at me, his eyes inspecting my face the same way as Niall's always do.

Greg saying that makes me wonder.

Why is Niall fragile?

Why is he different?

I want to find out and help him get through everything.

I want to know what's wrong with him.

"I promise."

Greg smirks.

"Good boy."

*~*~*

It's completely dark in the room.

The only thing that can be seen is a small pile of clothes on the floor, lighting up in the blue glow of the moon that's peeking through the curtains.

I don't know how late it is.

I only know that I've been awake for a long time already.

Niall's silent and calm breaths sound through the room, making a small smile form on my face.

I've been listening to Niall's breath for an hour or so already, but one way or another I can't get enough of it.

It just sounds so peaceful and calm that it makes me feel happy and giddy inside.

It makes my butterflies fly up and tickle my insides with their beautiful and lovable wings, softly stroking the sides of my stomach.

Letting out a sigh, I turn on my side, closing my eyes and letting my mind wonder.

After I while, I start to feel sleepier and sleepier.

A warm and cozy feeling takes over me, and I let out a happy sigh.

Let's go to dreamland.

Heavy breathing is what woke me up later that night.

It's still dark, and I have to blink a few times to get used to the black darkness.

I can vaguely see the outlines of the closet and Niall's bed.

The heavy breathing gets quicker and deeper, and I slowly move one leg out of the bed.

"Niall?"

My voice sounds weird in the thick darkness.

It immediately gets gulped into the blackness, dissapearing from me.

Niall's breathing stops for a second, but after that it only gets worse.

His breaths are shagged and deep.

It sounds like he's hyperventilating.

I slip my other leg out of the bed too, softly stroking the soft floor with my toes.

Sighing tiredly, I get up out of my bed, shuffling over to Niall's while squinting at the dark.

I don't want to trip over anything that's laying on the floor.

I grown as I bump into Niall's bed with my knee.

It's too dark to move.

My heart beats loudly in my chest as I reach over to touch Niall.

Why is my body acting so weird?

I'm actually really nervous to touch Niall, and that's weird.

I shouldn't be nervous.

"Niall are you okay?" I ask as I let my hand stroke his arm softly.

A spark goes right through my arm, shooting right through my body and ending in my heart.