Bound to You (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 47

NIALL’S POV

                I knock on the door a few times with zero response before noticing the doorbell.  I hope it’s the right house, and I hope someone is home, although Savannah’s red Jeep is parked in the driveway.  I ring the doorbell a few times and see a few people on the street looking at me suspiciously.  They either recognize me or are just very nosy people.  I hear footsteps from inside the house as Savannah’s face peers through the small window next to the door.  Her jaw drops at the sight of me and I give her a goofy smile.  Soon the door is open and my nose is in her hair as her arms wrap around my neck like they are meant there.  “What are you doing here?”  She asks not letting go of me.

                “We have the week off and I wanted to spend it with my favorite girl,” I say as she places her feet back on the ground.

                “I was going to see you in like three days,” she says.

                “I know, but what was I going to do at home?  Unpack my shit?  Absolutely not, I want to spend it with you,” I say brushing her hair away from her face.  She smiles before giving me a sloppy kiss on the lips.  I laugh as she pulls away and reaches for my bag.

                “Well, come on in,” she says grabbing my suitcase and bringing it inside.  “This is my house,” she introduces as I walk into the cozy home.  It’s got a blue and white scheme and I can see records and pictures hung throughout the house.  “I’d give you a tour, but I’m too excited about something,” she says nearly jumping up and down.

                “Oh no,” I say and she rolls her eyes.  She pulls my hand, leaving my bag in the middle of the floor, and leads us through a door and down some stairs.  We enter a room with red walls and I immediately a drum set and some microphones in the corner.  There is a big screen TV hung on a wall opposite the large leather couch and amps and speakers scattered throughout the room.  There is also some guitars lined up against one wall with a large bookcase full of records, CDs, and movies.  “This is sick,” I say as she plops down on the floor with a guitar in hand.

                “I know, I love it,” she says.  “This was the first room my dad did when they moved here, even before the bedroom.  My mom said they used to just sleep on a mattress on the floor in the room because my dad spent all of his time on this.”

                I laugh and sit down across from her, “Doesn’t surprise me.”

                “Now, are you ready?”  She asks me picking up a remote off the floor.

                “I think so,” I tell her.  She smiles widely before hitting a button and the sound of a guitar starts playing throughout the room.  I hear Savannah’s voice and she starts squealing and kicking her legs in the air.

                “This is my next single,” she says excitedly.  “The company just sent it over and I’m so pumped.” She starts hitting my arm and I laugh.

                “That’s crazy, I’m so proud of you,” I tell her as she continues to freak out.

                “'Cause there we are again on that little town street.

You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me.

Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well,” she sings loudly and leans into my shoulder as I slip my arm around her.  “This is fucking insane,” she sighs.

                “And you deserve every bit of it,” I kiss the top of her head as the song plays out until the last note.  “That really is a beautiful song.”