Our Shakespeare Moment

(I find the acoustic versions of 1D songs very calming so I suggest you give it a listen.)

For days I locked myself into the house, not eating, only going out to work - all because I felt horrible for what I did to Niall. Even at the shop, I remained as silent as possible, only talking to customers. When I was at home, I played guitar, payed attention to the puppies (who had come home the day after I left Niall that disastrous night). The news was exploding with theories of what had happened between Niall and me, as it turned out a paparazzi had overheard our last conversation. Paparazzi were attacking him with questions the second I drove away, and by seeing the videos, he was to emotional to answer anything, and he just ran into the apartment. It hurt to see that I had hurt him.

I was ignoring everyone's calls and texts, except Mum and Michael who thought I was fine, until a day before Mum was scheduled to come home, a week after the Niall incident. Maya thought I was going insane. That's when Liam had enough. 

It was around 7 P.M. and Liam came to my house. Don't ask how he found I out where I lived, because I don't know. But this is somewhat what happened:

"Liam, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked him. His face dropped when he saw me, "Rose, what have you been doing?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," and I let him in. I went back to the puppies and he picked up the little girl, who we decided to name Verona (like the city). I was holding Charlie, the boy. Tessa was resting, sleeping on her little bed.

My guitar was thrown upside down on the couch. I hadn't showered in days, and I slept in the same clothes as I wore to work.

"Okay, we need to get some things straight," He told me, sitting on the chair across from me, still petting Verona. I nodded and he said, "What happened the night you left?"

I told him exactly what had happened, every detail. In the meantime, Charlie had fallen asleep and I laid him next to Tessa. I then proceeded to pick up my guitar and mindlessly strummed (like in the picture). Liam asked, What are you playing?" I looked at him, not even noticing that was what I had been playing, then I realized. "Oh, it's a song from the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack. The 2013 version." He nodded. 

He continued, "Niall has basically shut down. He thinks he did something to you, and he can't forgive himself. He's doing the same thing as you. But there's something we need to know. Are you coming on tour with us, accepting the job?" I slowly nodded. Even though there might be tension between Niall and me, I cannot just pass up on the offer. Mum thought it was a grand idea as well. 

Liam smiled again. "Good. Now there's only one thing left to do." I gave him a questioning look. "We're getting you Niall to be friends again because we can't stand seeing him like that. And it's not good for you either. Plus, we're leaving in a week, so you better get used to being around him." I took a deep breath and asked, "Okay, do I need to go to your management to sign the papers and stuff?" 

Liam shook his head. "We have the papers at the apartment and they'll pick them up tomorrow if possible," and I nodded, replying, "Okay, I'll come over. When?"

"You can come now," the thought of seeing Niall already made me nervous. "Okay," I fought the urge to stay in the comfort of my own home, and left with Liam.

*******

"No, Liam, I can't do it," I sighed, even though we were already at the door. "Rose, the only way that either of you will get better." I groaned and followed him inside. Harry and Louis were playing video games as usual, and they turned to see me. They got very excited and ran to hug me. "Boys, relax," Liam tried to calm them down. 

I signed everything on the papers needed, and the three boys were very excited. But it still wasn't the same because Niall was behind his closed door. I didn't even realize I was staring at his door until Louis softly spoke, "You should go talk to him." I nodded, going to knock on the door. A mumbling noise could be heard, "Leave me alone." I just opened the door, not even caring. 

Niall was lying on his bed curled up in a ball, and without looking, threw a pillow towards the door that I caught. His room had one small lamp on in the corner. "That's not something you should do to a strange girl you met in a guitar store," I replied to being thrown the pillow. His body tensed and turned to look at me. The sight of his face was heart breaking. Tear streaks were covering his face, his eyes puffy and red. It made me want to cry as well, knowing that this was mostly my fault. 

He sat up and asked, "What are you doing here?" I went and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "I came to apologize for what I did last week," I said quietly. "And to sign the papers for coming to work on the tour," I added with a small smile. He let himself smile too.

"No, you don't need to apologize. I was pushing your limits and knew it too, so I'm sorry," he said in a rush, and it took me a second to decipher what he had just said. Before I knew it, I was swept into a famous Horan hug, only this time he kissed my forehead with his soft lips. "I'm sorry for leaving you there," I said, tears already going down my face as well, and I looked up to see Niall the same. I even noticed his brown roots were starting to become more visible. I also noticed that we have the same colored eyes - the same icy blue.

He whispered, "May I have permission to kiss you?" I was a bit surprised the second I heard him. But I lifted my head to his level and whispered back, "Be my guest." He slowly leaned in and his hands traveled to my neck, his thumbs on my cheeks, and I placed my hands in his hair. His lips grazed mine, then he deepened the kiss. I don't know how he did it, but he was so gentle. I could smell his classic, musky scent which I loved so much. His hand went down to my waist, and he pulled me closer to him. He broke away from me for a second, both of us panting. 

"'Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged'," he quoted from Romeo and Juliet. Being the crazy Shakespeare fan I am, I replied in between breaths what Juliet said, "'Then have my lips the sin that they have took?'" 

"'Sin from thy lips? Oh, give me my sin again.'" I pushed myself towards his pillows, and he climbed over me, kissing me more passionately this time. My fingers were entwined with his hair and he let a soft moan into my mouth. For a lack of better words, he lit a fire inside me, and I had a bit of a Diana moment. After a few more minutes, we stopped, and I laid my head on his chest.

I could feel and hear his heart beating a million miles an hour. He intertwined his fingers with mine, his other hand playing with my hair. "We should probably go let them know everything's okay," I told him. "I think we're more than okay," he responded, smirking. 

The old Niall is back. At that moment, Louis barged in, screaming, "HAVE YOU MURDERED HER? IT'S TOO QUIET- oh." Niall still continued playing with my hair, just looking at Louis with an amused look on his face. Harry was standing behind him, and grabbed Louis' hand. "C'mon, let them have their moment," the youngest told the eldest of One Direction. I stretched my neck to see Harry better and said, "Thanks, Harry." "Anytime, love," he replied cheekily, winking, and closed the door, dragging Louis behind him, leaving Niall and me in the semi dark room. Niall's grip on my hair tightened and I yelped a little. "Niall I never said you could pull my hair," I swatted his hand out of my hair with my free hand. I got up and pulled him to stand with me. 

We went into the living room where the two boys had continued their game of Mario Kart, and Liam was on his phone in the comfy chair. Niall squeezed my hand and said low so only I could hear, "We should go out." I nodded and we left without disturbing anyone.

*******

"Welcome to my house," I told him as I opened the door. I didn't tell him where I planned to go as soon as we left, so he was surprised when we walked to my home. "Rose... I meant like go out and get food or something..." Niall mumbled. I raised an eyebrow and asked, "And what if we make food together? Here?" Niall grinned and responded, "Sounds good."

Tessa came over to us slowly. Niall crouched down to pet her. The puppies were awake as well, so I brought the two little ones to him. "This is Verona,"  I said, holding the ruby coloured pup out to him, and he held the little bundle close to his chest. "And the one I'm holding is Charlie," I told him. I made my way to the kitchen and Tessa went back to her usual place on her bed. I placed Charlie with her, and he fell asleep. Niall was still carrying around Verona like a baby. It was adorable to see boys with puppies, but Niall - he treated puppies like they were a breakable item. Verona soon fell asleep in his arms. He whispered to me, "What do I do with it?" I laughed and said at a normal voice, "You can just put her down in the doggie bed with her mum. Once they fall asleep, they won't wake up to anything."

I started getting out pans and Niall asked, "What are we making?" "Croquetas," I told him. He looked at me strange. "It's potatoes, ham, and cheese breaded. A classic spanish dish that my grandmother, Mami, taught me to make. Unhealthy but delicious as fuck," I described. 

Twenty minutes later, we were finished. And it seemed Niall was ready to eat because he kept on sneaking to the pantry to steal Oreos or something. He basically shoveled the food into his mouth. 

Soon after cleaning up, Niall suggested, "Let's watch a movie or something." I agreed, "Good idea." We headed up to my room, as I had a television in there. I knew exactly what movie we should watch. He sat up against the back of my bed and pulled me to sit in between his legs, resting my back and head on his chest. 

He asked me, "What are we watching?"

"You'll see," I teased. The movie started and as soon as the title hit the screen, he sucked in a breath while I just smiled.

Well this chapter turned cutesy toward the end. Enjoy! Can you guess the movie? Leave it in the towels section (comments)!

All the love,

Juliet (and yes, Juliet is my real name because my parents decided to name me after a girl who kills herself because of a three day fling. Great choice, Mum and Dad. But oh well - it's better than Ophelia. And I can't help but quote Shakespeare like all the time, I guess it's in my D-D-DNA lol little mix reference :D)