What A Feeling

“I was just going to call you!” Becca practically screamed.
Niall is barely in the hotel room. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh gee, nothing...just um...Steph Curry just called me! He was asking if you’d like to go play golf with him and some of the guys today!”
“What? No way!”
“Yep. I told him that I was sure you’d love to, and that you’d call him right back. I guess you made some friends the last couple days.” She winks.
“Are you gonna come as well?”
Becca shakes her head. “No, I still have a ton of work to do. But you go, have fun.” She moves closer to Niall, snaking her hands from his stomach to his back. “Just prepare yourself, Horan.”
He smirks. “For what?”
“When you come back and tell me all about playing golf with some of my favorite athletes; I’m pretty sure it’s going to make me extremely hot.” Her hands make their way to his ass, squeezing.
“Damn.” Is all he can manage.
Slapping his ass, she adds. “You better get ready.”

“I can’t believe I forgot.” Becca says.
“What did you forget, B?”
She turns, seeing Niall in his golf attire, her thoughts distracted for a moment. “I can’t believe that I didn’t realize Opening Day for the A’s is tomorrow night. I’m literally a few miles from the stadium, but we’re flying out tomorrow morning.”
“Let’s stay another day.”
“I’m supposed to be back at work.” Becca frowns.
“Why not ask your boss for an extra day?”
Becca looks down. “He’s already been so generous. I’d feel bad asking.”
Niall phone dings. “The guys are downstairs. I hate to see you upset.”
She tries a smile. “I’m sure I’ll survive. You have fun. I love you.”
Niall leans down, kissing her.
“I love you, B.” Then whispering in her ear. “More than I can ever tell you.”
She cups the side of his face, rubbing her thumb along his stubble. “You better get out of here, before I won’t let you go.”
He laughs. “Don’t work too hard, Darling.”

Niall greets the guys downstairs, then asks Steph for a favor. Explaining Becca’s situation, Niall asks him to help out with a couple phone calls. Steph grins. “Of course, anything for true love.”

So engrossed in wrapping up her story, Becca barely notices her phone go off. It’s a selfie of Niall and Steph. “Wish you were here, Gorgeous.”
She turns to answer a knock on the door, with a large grin.
“Well, well. What caused that big grin? Niall send you a nude?”
Becca shakes her head. “Hi, Kara. And no, it’s a selfie of him and Steph.”
“Oh, very cool, not quite as exciting though.” Kara teases.
Becca laughs. “What’s up? I’m trying to wrap up my story.”
“Ok, I‘ll just take a couple minutes.”
“Sure, let’s sit down.”
“Becca, Niall told me about the job offer.”
“He did?”
“Yeah, he’s a bit nervous that you haven’t mentioned it again. I think he’s wondering how seriously you are considering it.”
Becca blows out a breath. “That makes two of us.”
“Confused?”
“I’m honestly scared to think about it too much.”
“You know I support whatever choice you make.”
“Thanks, Kara.”
“Just do me a favor, talk to Niall about it soon.”

Becca sits cross legged on the couch, listening to Niall tell story after story from his exciting day.
“Sounds like you had an incredible day.”
“Oh yeah, those guys are the best. I wish you had come though. I missed ya.”
“Aww, I missed you too.”
“I have a present for you, from me and Steph.”
Becca grins. “What?”
Niall hands her an envelope.
She looks at him suspiciously, wondering what on earth it could be. Opening it and pulling out three airline tickets, and three tickets to Opening Day. Looking closely, she sees the date on the airline tickets is the day after tomorrow. “Wait...we can stay for the game tomorrow night? But how?”
Niall grins. “Steph called your boss.”
Becca’s eyes grow wide. “No way!”
He laughs. “Yep. He got you an extra day. As long as you write an article about Opening Day for baseball in America; Steph got us the tickets for the game.”
Becca takes Niall’s hand, entwining her fingers with his. “Thank you, Irish. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He squeezes her hand. “I have a bit of an idea. You should thank Steph though.”
“I will. I know it was all your idea though, Niall. You are without a doubt, my Disney prince. My white knight, saving the day. I love you.” Then whispering in his ear. “More than I can ever tell you.”

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