Morgan's POV

I may have forgiven Niall too easily but I can't stay mad at him. He's my boyfriend and he left tour taking a risk to come visit me. I just love him too much and even though he may have caused have my sad thoughts, I still love him no matter what because he's the sweetest boy ever.

"Niall?" I whisper. We were on the couch watching T.V. Niall looked over at me, "Yes?"

"Can we pretend like this never happened?" I asked. He looked confused. Then I said, "like everything that happened these past months."

Niall smiled, and nodded, "Sure, anything for you. But can we still remember the I love you?"

I bit my lip, "Of course."

"Have I ever told you how much of a turn on it was when you bite your lip?" Niall smirked. I giggled. He cupped my cheeks, and pulled me forwards. Our lips connected, and we stayed that way for a while.

[ and that night they made looooooveeeeeeee no i'm kidding okay they did not have the talk uet NIALLER IS TO YOUNG ]

When we pulled apart, I let out a breath, and smiled at Niall. He smiled back, and I fell limp beside him, suddenly tired. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"I promise to never let you go," he whispers, kissing me on the temple, "I love you."

"I love you too," I say back, then fell asleep into a peaceful sleep.

• • •

I woke up the next morning feeling arms wrapped around me. At first I started freaking out, and tried to push the person off me, but last night finally registered to me. I turned around, and looked at Niall. I wiggled my arm out of his grip, and poked his nose. His nose scrunched up, and he tightened his grip around me.

"Niall," I whisper. He stayed sleeping. I pursed my lips, then said louder, "Niall."

"What?" He asked, opening his eyes. He took in the sight of me in front of him, and by his eyes he was a bit startled. But then a smile stretched out on his lips.

"Good morning," I say, snuggling into his chest. He kissed my head, "Good morning to you, princess."

I smiled. I could finally feel the warmth of my boyfriend, and I could finally be with him again. I can finally hug him, kiss him, laugh with him and I don't need to worry about him leaving.

Then a thought occurred.

"Niall, what about tour? You'll have to go back and you'll be in trouble," I said. Niall shrugged, "I know, but at least I was able to see my girlfriend."

"You're going to leave me again," I whisper quietly, looking up at him into his blue eyes. He smirked, "Maybe not."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Never mind," Niall mumbles, "Let's get up now."

"Mkay," I say, and he let's go of me, and I sit up on the couch. I rubbed my eyes, then yawned. I look over at Niall, to see him yawning too. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I stood up, and wandered over to the kitchen.

I was still surprised he was here. I was kind of mad at myself for forgiving him, but he's just such an amazing boyfriend and I cannot put him through the misery of him being upset that I do not forgive him. As cocky as I sound saying that, it's true, he'd be upset.

"Morgan?" Niall wraps his arms around my waist from behind as I look in the fridge. I hum a little hm, and he replied, "I love you."

"I love you too," I tell him, then slam the fridge shut. I turn around in his arms, to see him staring at me. I chuckle, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I'm staring at you because you're beautiful," he replies, "And I cannot help but stare at beautiful things."

I felt a blush creep up on my cheeks, "Niall you're so cute."

I kiss his cheek, then wiggle free from his grip, then go over to the cupboard. I open up the cupboard, and grab some pancake mix, then a bowl.

"Pancakes, my favourite," Niall licks his lips, leaning on the counter, staring at me. I laugh, "My favourite too, Niall."

He smiled, "I'm so happy to see you again, I'd be flipping out if I was still on the tour bus."

"Speaking of the tour bus, when are you going back?" I ask, opening the pancake mix. I hear Niall coming closer, until I see him beside me out of my peripheral vision.

"Tomorrow I guess," He says, as if he wasn't upset about it at all. I knew the tears were at the corner of my eyes, so I quickly blinked them away. I pick up the bowl with the pancake mix, and start actually making the pancakes.

"Morgan?" Niall whispers after I don't reply. "I won't leave you."

"What do you mean?" I huffed, spinning around. I crossed my arms over my chest, "You're going on tour, you have to leave me."

Niall smiled a bit. I frowned, "Don't be too happy about leaving me, Niall."

I felt his presence behind me as I whip around to flip the pancakes. I hear him whisper quietly, "Baby, just believe me I won't ever leave you, okay?"

"Okay." I put four pancakes on a plate, stacked up. I squirt some syrup on them, then hand it to Niall. He grabbed it, then frowned, "You need to eat more than I do."

"I have to make another batch anyways," I shrug, "And besides, I'm not hungry."

"Everyone is hungry," Niall says, and places down the plate. He put his hands on my shoulder, "Morgan, you need food in your system. I'm unsure about the last time you ate, so I know you need food. You are such a beautiful girl, and you better not be starving yourself, because I noticed you're thinner. You're perfect the way you are, Morgan, and I don't want you to change, alright?"

"Alright," I lied. He can't make me eat again. He can make me stop cutting, make me stop being suicidal, but he cannot make me eat again. I've been doing good, I cannot loose my job well done.

"I love you," His voice cracked. I bit my lip, "I love you too."

He pulled me in a hug, nuzzling his nose in my neck. I wrap my arms around him, and hug him back. He backed up a bit, and leaned forwards, pressing his lips to mine. I kissed back, then we pulled apart.

"I love you so, so, so, so, so, much," Niall says, planting kisses all over my face. On my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, my temples, and my nose. I laughed, and pushed him away.

"I love your laugh too." He told me with a grin. "And your personality, and your eyes, your smile, your kisses, your hugs, your giggles, everything about you I love."

I widen my eyes, "Everything?"

"Everything."

"That's kind of gross because that means you love my girl parts," I say, then laugh. He scrunched up his nose, "Well I still love everything else."

"Okay," I laugh, then peck him on the lips.

"You know, there's a big difference between in love with you, and just love you," I tell him, "And I think I'm in love you with."

"I know I am," he whispers. I smiled. Then a burning scent filled the air. I looked at Niall, "Do you smell that?"

"Yeah."

I looked at the pancakes, and flipped the pancakes over. Each side of the pancake was completely burnt. I quickly took them off the pan, before they burnt.

"That was close," I say, looking over at Niall. He nodded, "Can I tell you one last thing?"

I nodded.

"I'm in love with you and all your little things, okay?"

I giggled, "Okay. Oh, and stop being Augustus Waters with all this okay crap."

"Fine," he laughed, "but I am in love with you."

"And I'm in love with Dylan O'Brien," I smiled. Niall pouted. I kissed his bottom lip, "I'm kidding, I'm in love with you, and only you."

"Good," he says.

"Let's stop this romantic cheesy stuff," I said, tilting my head.

"I thought girls loved that kind of stuff," Niall grabs his plate of pancakes. I shrug, "Sure, but we've had enough."

"Morgan, there's no limit of love between us, alright? I don't even think I've told you enough times how I love you and how you're beautiful," Niall says.

I shook my head, "You've said it a lot."

"A lot is never enough," he told me. We sat down on the couch, and I turned on the T.V, but that didn't last for a while, as for his phone started to ring.

Niall checked it, and looked up at me, wide eyes.

"It's Simon."