Hotel Rooms [n.h]

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Brooke White

"I think we'll be alright in our own room tonight, Niall." I said as we walked through the hotel's corridor  together, Elliot rolling down the corridor, doing some sort of roly-polies. 

"Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the single again." Niall offered with a cautious gaze. "I just, I don't want you to feel so alone that you resort to something you'll regret." Niall said lowly, avoiding Elliot's ears. 

"I'm positive." I said, tucking my hair back behind my ear. Niall looked at me and narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were trying desperately to decipher whether I was lying to him or not. Usually, people could tell whether I was lying, but today, when it came down to it, I was a good liar. I wouldn't even let him catch my gaze, my eyes were straight ahead and my face was emotionless. "Besides, I think Elliot needs to de-excite." 

Niall grinned at me. "I'm glad he's enjoying himself." he said, glancing at my son. I smiled and followed his gaze, before he stopped beside me and I realized we were at his door. Elliot ran back to us and hugged Niall's legs, his little arms wrapping tightly around Niall's legs. Niall picked him up and balanced him on his hip. 

"Promise me that we'll watch Power Rangers tomorrow?" Elliot asked with big eyes, and I almost reached over and gave him a scold because that was cheeky. I never taught Elliot to be rude or mean and when I saw his slightly sassier side come out, I was often worried and cautious about how to react to it. But I bit my tongue, wanting to see Niall's reaction, mostly. 

"How about we do something even better? I'll take you and mummy swimming. How does that sound?" Niall asked. Elliot stayed quiet, and glanced at me, before his hands tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. 

"It's up to mummy."

I bit my lip. Elliot's bruises would be really obvious if he just went swimming in his trunks, but I could always just make him wear a t-shirt. He could swim in a t-shirt, right? "If you want to Elliot." 

His smile lit up. "Yes I do." 

I shrugged. "That's that then!" I laughed and looked at Niall, who's smile was so wide that I could see his little dimple and the crinkle that formed next to his eyes. 

Niall placed Elliot on the floor and looked to me, his eyes filled with laughter as he laughed along with our little joke. Niall's arms opened and before I knew what I was doing, I was walking into his embrace, and his tight arms were wrapped around me.

I hugged him back, smiling when our bodies molded perfectly together, his arms locking around me like the missing piece of a puzzle.

"How's about I give you my phone number, okay? And you can text me if you need me." Niall said as he pressed our foreheads together, his hands sitting comfortably on my hips. 

I was usually uncomfortable with lack of personal space, but with Niall I didn't care. I didn't care that he'd broke down my walls faster than anyone had ever. I didn't care that he was famous. I didn't care that there was potential for everything to go wrong. 

With Niall I was positive.

I nodded at his words, laughing when the movement of my head also made his head bobble along with me. "Okay..." I trailed off, before stepping backwards and looking to Elliot who was tracing the patterns of the hotel carpet with his finger. 

Niall grinned before leaning down and pressing his lips against my cheek, letting them linger for a few moments before he pulled back and opened his door. "Goodnight Brooke."

[x]

To: Niall 

Hi Niall it's Brooke :)

I hit send, looking over to Elliot who was now all tucked up in his bed, the blankets wrapping around his small body and enveloping him so that I could only see his small tufts of hair.

He'd been excited about swimming, and he'd questioned what he should do about his bruise - which was something I never wanted to answer. I never wanted to tell my child they couldn't wear something because of how they looked.

But... I did.

And I hated that someone else in my life from my stupid decisions was having this impact on my son. I hated that Elliot suffered because of my mistakes - but I was only young myself and mistakes were bound to happen, and that's what scared me most. 

From: Niall

Hey Brookie:P Is Elliot in bed yet ? haha 

I smiled at his messaged and typed one back. You know that weird thing when you're messaging someone and you read there messages in their voice? Yeah, that's what was happening with Niall right now. 

To: Niall

Brookie? That's new! and yes but he's very excited for swimming !!

I sent it quickly, so that I wouldn't go back and end up changing it last minute and then getting all jumbled and sending a morphed, weird message that made no sense. He replied quickly, which made me grin; I'm all about fast repliers. 

From: Niall

Brookie is your nickname :P And I'm excited about swimming too ! And i hope you're ok :) night babe Xx

Why was this boy so perfect?