What A Feeling

The next day, Becca is rushing around her hotel room, getting ready for the game.
A knock on the door, pauses her, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Opening the door, finding Kara, her hope remains. “Kara!” She reaches out for a big hug. ”I’ve missed you. Come in.”
Kara stays in the hall. “Actually, I brought you a present.” She steps aside, revealing Niall.
Becca’s heart leaps. It feels as though a piece of it just clicked into place. Like when you add that final piece to a jigsaw puzzle. She smiles, feeling the tears forming in her eyes. The adorable look on Niall’s face overwhelms her; it’s a look of fear, hope, and love.
He takes a couple steps inside the room, holding out his arms to her. Becca instinctively runs into his embrace, the tears flowing now. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Kara close the door.
Niall kisses her forehead, moving down slightly to whisper in her ear. “I’m so sorry, Baby. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
Unable to speak yet, Becca just squeezes him tighter.
“I love you, B.”
Oh how she’s missed hearing that. She looks up, into his eyes; finding a look of concern. “I love you too, Irish. You hurt me, but I still love you.”
Niall rakes his fingers through her hair, leaving his hand there at the back of her head.
“I know now that I was an idiot. B, I swear I thought I was doing the right thing. I just wanted you to be happy, no matter how much it hurt me.”
“I was happy, Niall, with you in England.”
He lightly traces his fingers over her lips. “There’s no baseball there for you to cover.”
She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck.”Yes, I love baseball. Have you not figured it out yet, Niall? I love you more.”
Niall grins. “Ya do?”
She laughs. “Yes. I came over that night to tell you that I’d decided to stay in England, with you.” She winks. “You distracted me though.”
Niall smirks. “I’ve missed distracting you, Gorgeous.”
Touching his cheek, her fingers then making their way to his fluffy hair. “I’ve missed being with you too, Irish.”
His lips seek out hers. She finds his mouth, firm and hot against hers.
The alarm on her phone interrupting them.
Becca’s head snaps back. “Shit. I have to get to the game.” Grabbing all her things, she gives Niall another kiss. “Mmm, how I‘ve missed that.”
Niall grabs her hand, pausing her. “I am sorry, B. I intend to make this up to you.”
She squeezes his hand. “I just want to be with you, Niall.”
At the door she turns back with a wink. “Feel free to bring your things to my room. You rest and I’ll see you after the game. I love you, Irish.”
Niall watches the door close behind her. Blowing out a breath, he says. “I need a drink.”

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