Long Time Coming
Written For: @wakinguptiredfics
Written By: @showingthroughtome
Pairing: Niall/OFC
Word Count: 15,700
Warnings: language, sexual content
Summary:
Ruby hates the idea of going to Harry’s wedding. She hates the idea of dressing up and seeing friends she hasn’t spoken to in years, acting like they still have things in common.
Niall is the “friend” on the top of Ruby’s hope I never see again list. Or, well, that is until she sees him for the first time in six years and his laugh is possibly less torturous than it was when they were cramped together in the lunch room of their high school.
A reunion fic including the perfect ex boyfriend, his annoying best friend, and a steady flow of alcohol.
Part i.
A knock on the door like that is loud enough to wake up anyone. And a knock like that can only be from one person - the dad of a peacefully sleeping daughter inside her bedroom.
The first thing that she sees when she opens her eyes is pink. That isn't due to the baby pink walls or the rose colored curtains that allow the morning glow of the sun to caste through the room. No, it is all due to the fact that the daughter sleeps face down atop her blush sheets, head covered by the same shade of pillowcase.
A knock sounds louder and sturdier, four more times.
Ruby, the daughter, exhales and rolls onto her back. “Yeah?” She tries to refrain from sounding annoyed but if happens, it happens.
Her dad opens the hardwood door just wide enough to stick his manly sized head in, smiling with the satisfaction of waking his daughter up and catching a glimpse of her wild hair before she's even thought of taming it for the day. “Morning, kiddo.”
“Morning.” Ruby rubs her eyes to get the sleep out, holding the cover to her body as she sits up.
“Something came in the mail for ya today. I think it's what you've been waiting for.” He winks.
Ruby immediately falls back to the pillows of her bed at her dad's obvious sarcasm, wishing she could be buried in them. The sound of her dad's laughter bounces off the walls of the small bedroom and right down her ear canal.
“Mom’s making breakfast, so get your lazy ass up.” He follows up playfully, leaving as quickly as he woke the girl - smartly because a minute more and he'd have a pillow thrown in his direction.
Stretching away the morning lethargy, Ruby grabs her phone from her nightstand and opens her favorite photo sharing social media app. Instantly, her first thought is to take a Boomerang so she throws her legs up in the air and kicks them a few time as her ceiling fan circles above them. It's cute and fun and perfectly depicts how she feels that morning. With the caption ‘early morning frustration release’ she posts it, and then swings those legs over the edge of her bed.
As she makes her way down the short hallway to her kitchen, she isn't positive on what her mother's cooking but it sure does smell good. Rounding the corner, Ruby finds her dad with a pile of waffles already drizzled in syrup, a coffee in front of him, and ESPN playing behind him from the living room TV. Her mom is at the waffle maker, dancing around to a song in her head as she maneuvers the appliance.
“Good morning, Mamma.” Ruby approaches her from behind and kisses her on the crown of the head - something comforting they do to one another whenever they can.
“Good morning, Baby.” The timer beeps indicating another waffle is done, so her mom opens up the scary looking contraption and adds another to the stack of three. “If you want more than two, you're gonna have to make them yourself.” She sings.
Ruby eyes the complicated looking waffle maker and shakes her head, not wanting to get burned but relieved knowing two is just enough for her. She follows behind her mom to the table and notices something at her designated seat that she didn't see before. The envelope is stark white and bigger than any normal envelope should be. It’s size and shine alone indicates that its special.
“Really, Dad?” Ruby frowns deeply as she slides into her seat. “You think this is funny?”
By the grin he lets fall, he thought it was hilarious before his daughter started puffing out her bottom lip. “Aww, now Ruby, you know I'm just playing with you. I thought we were over all this?”
We being Ruby and this being her ex boyfriend from six years ago.
Because Ruby, who lives in a pink room in her parents house, is old enough to have someone that she ended things with that long ago. She's also old enough to have gotten over him and put him in that little box in the back of her mind. The one labeled ‘high school sweetheart’. It's a box that is well kept but isn't ever looked inside of for envy of what once was.
“We are.” Ruby emphasizes. “But it's still weird and now I have to go.”
“You don't have to do anything you don't wanna, you know that as well as anybody.”
Ruby sighs and nods, because her dad is right. If the day comes and she doesn't feel up to it at all, she won't go. Just like how, halfway through her first year of college, she decided it wasn't right for her and she dropped out to move back home.
With one finger, she finds a crack in the seal of the envelope and rips it open, taking no gentle measures in pulling out the perfectly square invitation. The sounds of forks and knives scratching against plastic plates stop as her parents watch Ruby reads the words:
Please share our joy as
Harry Styles
&
Emma Brew
Join in marriage
SATURDAY, THE TENTH OF JUNE
AT FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON
LOWELL FIELD
PRESCOTT, ARIZONA
“Ugh.” Ruby pushes the envelope to the side and picks up a fork. “That wedding is going to be perfect.”
Does she feel guilty that she’s mostly thinking of the many aesthetic pictures she could take for her Instagram? A little bit.
“You should go.” Her mom suggests. “I think you'll have fun. You and Harry are friends now.”
Ruby wouldn't say that exactly. Every time they've ran into each other in town, they've been friendly and lovely to one another. One time she bumped into both Harry and his fiancé at a bar. They sat for a good hour getting drunk and laughing about the unapologetically bad karaoke performers they were witnessing. But still, friends hang out more than when the universe just so happens to put them in the same spot at the same time.
“I don't know if that's true.”
“Then why'd you RSVP when they sent the save the date?” Her mom counters beautifully with grace and poise and that knowing smile that she just said something that proved her point - something Ruby’s father is all too familiar with.
Speaking of, Ruby looks to him for guidance, and an answer to why she did do that, perhaps. He's got a mouthful of syrupy goodness and an expression that is just as stumped as Ruby's.
“Well,” Ruby starts, deciding to ignore that unanswerable question and ends the conversation with, “we will just cross that bridge when we come to it.”
<>
That bridge came pretty quick, quicker than she expected. The invitation only arrived five weeks before June tenth so before Ruby knew it, she was buying a dress and staring at it the entire night before the wedding.
On one hand, Harry is one of her oldest “friends”. He was there for everything throughout her high school career. And even after she broke up with him, when she wanted to drop out of college but was too scared to bring it up to her parents, he talked it out with her.
On the other hand, she isn't a part of his life anymore. She doesn't know anyone who is going to be there and if she does, it's going to be some random people from high school that only talked to her because she was dating Harry Styles.
And let's not forget the part where she has to watch her first love betroth himself to another. She’s definitely over him, and them, but it was still a thing, a thing she had to do, that was out of her comfort zone.
She spends half the night completely stumped, staring at the dress, wondering if she'll actually use it for its intended purpose.
But then, Ruby remembers the last time she saw Harry in town - buying supplies for his art class and encouraging her choice to buy the Gain laundry detergent instead of the Tide brand. “Keeps me smelling like flowers for days. Doesn't even matter how many days I've put on the same pair of jeans.”
She eventually turns off her bedside table lamp and covers her body with the pink sheets, knowing she has to wake up early the next morning to get ready for a summer wedding.
<>
The dress is blue with yellow and white flowers. The colors are pale but still beautiful, making it the perfect outfit to wear to a special occasion. Even with a plunging neckline, Ruby easily keeps everything covered entirely due to the petite nature of all her features.
She keeps her hair simple, running product through it so her curls don't fall out of place and leaving it at that. When it comes to makeup, Ruby does her favorite, easy foundation, eyeliner, and eyebrow routine.
For finishing touches, she puts on a single pearl, silver chain necklace and moisturises her deep beige legs. This coloring she holds isn't a product of too much time in the Arizona sun - she can only attribute the freckles to that. It's because her father's ancestors were born in the center of Africa and immigrated to America just two generations ago. And because of her mother's grandma and grandpa who made the their journey from Italy nearly a century prior to Ruby’s birth.
Ruby often regards her skin tone as a history she can see. Though it comes with unimaginable pain for her father and her father's father and his father too, she wears it with pride and strength for all those that came before her, and those that will come after.
She looks in the mirror one last time before exiting her room, noting the way the blue makes her whole body glow, accentuating her complexion, and thanks the heavens for where she came from.
“Whoa, Phil!” Ruby's mom yells as soon as she sees her daughter make her way down the carpeted corridor, yellow flats creating the softest shuffling noise against the ground. “Come look at your daughter.”
Ruby's father, who was just outside on the back porch, immediately appears in the living room.
“Beautiful.” He beams and opens his arms for a hug. Ruby can never resist one of the bear like embraces. “Just beautiful.”
She pulls out of it slowly to kiss him on the cheek. Next, she does the same to her mom then makes her way to the door. Both parents are watching like she is about to head off to prom, not attend the wedding of the guy she went to both of her proms with.
“Okay.” She chuckles at the absurdity - her parents look like they're about to cry. “I'll see you guys later. Love you.”
“Love you!” They both respond in unison as she steps out of the house and shoots a wave through the window.
<>
Ruby pulls up to Lowell Field at 3:32pm. It wasn't her intention to get there this early, the traffic was just quicker than she assumed and she hasn't ever been to this field before so she wanted room for error (because their usually is error with her driving). The grass of the field has been cut in a large rectangle where the wedding will be held but everywhere around it, wildflowers and much longer grass blows softly in the wind.
After contemplating just staying in the car until five minutes before the ceremony, she sees a bridge off to the side. It's away from the tent, and the people crowding around the seats near the makeshift altar, chatting and laughing with champagne flutes already in their hands. From where she sits, she can't really see the setup but she can already tell it will be beautiful.
Still, instead of joining all the guests with the alcohol, she gets out of her car and makes her way to the bridge. She figures it'll be a great spot to take a few shots for Instagram. Though, once she gets there, it's wobbly enough to make her rethink.
Deciding to trust it anyway, Ruby opens the camera app and sets a five second self timer. She positions it just right against her handbag sitting on top of the wooden railing so that it'll get the white and yellow blossoms growing higher than she stands. Quickly, she taps the capture button then poses for the picture.
But of course, right as she does, the pressure of another human body is felt on the rickety bridge and Ruby knows she moved in the shot. Accompanying the frustration of a ruined moment comes the embarrassment she always feels when she's caught doing an impromptu photo shoot.
She rushes for her phone and purse, putting one inside the other when she hears it. At first, she can't think of where to place the voice but after closing her eyes and exhaling, the years of annoyance come running back to her.
“Rubs, what the hell are you doing?”
Ruby opens her eyes, biting her bottom lip and turning. Sure enough, it is exactly who she didn't want to see. Niall Horan - Harry's best friend, the guy she had to sit at lunch with everyday for over two years.
Though, this Niall isn't like the Niall she remembers. He's still slightly tinged pink with the laughter he's always belting out and his smile is as bright as ever, but he's most definitely grown up. No longer are the tips of his hair frosted yellow. It's now mostly brown with a small cluster of blonde highlights - he's finally letting the blonde thing go and growing out his natural hair color. And he isn't wearing braces, something she thought he'd always have.
In high school, she only ever saw him wearing skinny jeans and t shirts. Apparently, surprisingly, he has enough class to know that that isn't appropriate wedding attire and is wearing a dark grey plaid suit with a blue pocket square.
If the aggravating aspects of his personality weren't already showing through, Ruby would say he looks amazing.
“I can't believe you're here,” is how she responds to his question, crossing her arms and ignoring his smile.
“What?” Niall blows his eyes wide. “I'm only the best fucking man!”
“Of course you are.”
“I don't know why you act like you're not happy to see me. I know ya are, Ruby.”
Ruby side eyes his smiling ways. “In what world, Horan? What world?”
“Oh come on, now. We're not kids, you can get over it.” He throws his hands up and begins walking closer, stopping to lean against the railing opposite her.
“Never.” Wanting to pout, not over the reason she began hating him in the first place, she speaks under her breath so she doesn't seem like the most immature 24-year-old on the planet.
That gets a laugh out of him as he speaks incredulously, “Are you serious? How many times do I have to apologize?”
“Hmmm.” She thinks - about what he did to her in sixth grade, about the laughs he had at her expense, about the half assed apology he gave her three years later in 9th grade. “Maybe until you can turn back time and untrip me when I had a tray of food in my hands.”
“If I could, I would.”
Ruby isn't amused by his response, instead she tilts her head and waits, for what, she doesn't know.
Under the pressure of her gaze, his expression falters into a more serious one. “I'm sorry, Ruby, for tripping you in front of our whole class.”
“That's all?”
“And for making you spill all your food all over you and ruining your clothes.”
He says it sincerely enough that Ruby almost wants to believe him. Then she remembers what she was wearing that day. “That was my favorite dress, Niall, and chocolate milk stains.”
The ridiculousness of the sentence doesn't register to her until it's out of her mouth and Niall is trying his hardest not to burst with laughter. She can see it in the way he's biting his bottom lip and bringing his hand up to cover his mouth, some guffaws spilling through. She thinks over the drama in which she just executed the line and can't help the smile from sliding across her face too.
Once permission is granted, Niall lets loose, covering his heart and saying through a laugh, “I swear to god, you make a man never regret anything more.”
Ruby feels pride in that and thinks she'll have to tell her mom about the statement later. They'll have a cup of iced tea and share stories of the times they held grudges for years and years and years, she's sure of it.
“Give me your phone.” Niall, suddenly, demands out of nowhere, holding out a hand for it.
“What? Why?”
“I'll help you get that picture you were trying to take earlier.” He says like it's obvious, like it's normal for him to be helpful and not an absolute pest.
Ruby is hesitant at first, looking around to see that people are beginning to sit down. Then, she thinks of her followers and how much they would genuinely enjoy such a hipster wedding guest aesthetic.
“Fine.” She pulls out her phone once again, opening the camera app to turn off the timer because Niall definitely wouldn't think to do that right away and she wants to get this over with as soon as possible. She lets him have her phone and says, “It doesn't need to be some artsy angle, just make sure to get my face and the flowers.”
“Gotcha.” He holds up the camera and waits for her to stop moving. Once she does and silence passes by for a few moments, he hands it back. “Alright. I think I got something in there. Be sure to give me photo cred on Instagram. Tag me and everything.”
By the way he says it, she knows he's joking but she isn't sure how Niall knows that's where she'll post it.
“How do you know that's where it's going?”
“Aren't you like, an Instagram model these days?”
Ruby looks at her flats against the wooden planks and nods because maybe that's not the name she'd use for the job but that is the way she makes her money - posting picture that her followers like, doing sponsorships with products she actually loves, and making sure to always, always update. Out of the 1.3 million followers she does have, Niall very well could be one, though, she's not going to ask.
Checking his watch that he has hidden underneath his suit jacket, he starts walking away. “Well, nice seeing ya again, Rubs. Best man duty calls. Maybe we'll talk again at the reception?”
But before she has a chance to give a witty response, he's turned completely around and begins jogging up to the altar.
<>
The wedding was elegant and beautiful. Emma cried, Harry cried, Harry's mom cried. From the back row, Ruby could've sworn she saw Niall wipe away a tear or two. Not that she was looking of course, he was just very much on display with the rest of them.
The reception that follows is in a tent just off to the side of where the ceremony took place, and after watching all that, Ruby definitely needs a drink. The whole first love getting married part wasn't so bad, it was all the classical music that played and the long drawn out vows that made her crave a vodka soda. A part of her questioned if she should even stay for the party, but since she came all the way to the wedding she might as well stay to wish Harry and Emma the best.
Barely inside of the tent, she sees someone she recognizes. And since they're close to the bar, she isn't ashamed to approach that area first.
“Jasmine!” Ruby smiles as she slides up to the girl who used to ride home with her and Harry everyday - Harry's neighbor for his entire life.
“Oh my god, Ru!” Jasmine immediately initiates a hug. “Where have you been? It's been ages.”
In reality, it's been about two years since they last got together for something. Jasmine had just gotten back from college in Southern California and invited everyone over for a pool party. Ruby was glad to attend because then, she was still young and open to the idea of all her high school friends graduating college. By the time she left that night though, she realized her job at the grocery store didn’t stack up to all their degrees. Ruby would never admit that Jasmine, in a roundabout way, is what made her distant from all the friends she made because of Harry, but she'd be glad to tell her that her party was the reason she began taking amateur pictures of herself and posting them online.
“Way too long!” Ruby nods her head in agreement, lifting her hand to signal the bartender. “How have you been?”
“Great. I got a new apartment last month with my boyfriend and I swear if he plays his cards right, you'll be coming to one of these parties for me one day.”
“Oooh, can't wait!” Only slightly faking, Ruby grins and figures if she can come to Harry's wedding, she can show up to Jasmine’s.
The two carry on for a bit longer, not saying anything of much importance, until the bartender comes over and Ruby is walking away with a drink. Jasmine gets distracted by Annie Tally, an ex pep squad member, so she doesn't seem to notice when Ruby leaves her side.
Now with a drink, Ruby searches the board with the list of designated seats for where she'll sit, hoping to be at a table with people she kind of knew and liked in high school. Under the title of table 4 is where Ruby's name is displayed with a bunch of other people she doesn't know except one, Marcus Dole. Ruby isn't too upset about that - Marcus never left a person unless they were laughing at his jokes and never had a rude thing to say about them when he did.
So, of course, when Harry and Emma make their grand entrance, that's who Ruby is laughing with. Marcus is telling a long story about the night he got suspended from high school for pranking their math teacher. The other people don't seem quite as amused at Marcus’s story but also, they probably didn't know how much of a raging psycho Mrs. Velvy was.
Both Marcus and Ruby stop mid laugh to stand to their feet and applaud the couple with everyone else. Right away, Harry and Emma begin their first dance. It's to some sweet song - a voice paired with an acoustic guitar only. Ruby finds herself swaying, taking it all in, enjoying it for what it is and realizing that she was definitely worried about nothing. Now that she has seen she can actually tolerate everyone six years on, she's certain she'll get drunk enough to need an uber ride home and dance like a fool within the hour.
It isn't until the song is almost over that she realizes it's live and looks to see who's playing. And it isn't until she sees who's playing that it's obvious whose voice she had been loving just moments before.
Niall is standing on stage with nothing but a microphone on a stand and a guitar on his body. His fingers pluck the strings slowly as he croons out the lyrics to whatever the song is. As it comes to an end, the whole room cheers and most of it's directed at the couple, but Harry makes sure to turn towards Niall and give him a clap.
Ruby chuckles, thanking the gods that she's not the one who is going to have to fight for attention in the middle of the ongoing love affair of Niall and Harry.
Before they can sit down, Harry and Emma begin making their rounds. And since she has three tables ahead of hers, Ruby sneaks off to the bar to get a second drink, getting Marcus another rum and coke like requested. Because man, open bars are amazing.
Ruby makes a few stops to talk with other familiar faces, going along a very similar structure as her conversation with Jasmine - just a little less wedding talk. Finally making her way back to her table, she finds Harry and Emma already there.
“Sorry,” she approaches, slightly regretting the look of double fisting this early into the reception. “Lola Cook is still as chatty as ever.”
“Gotta love her, though.” Harry nods with a smile - the same one that got Ruby swooning in 10th grade. “Thanks for coming.”
He hugs her then, right in front of his new wife who is smiling larger than any human ever has in history. Emma knows all about Harry and Ruby's past, but she also knows just as well as everyone in the tent that their relationship had its time and place.
Still, Ruby will always have a special place in heart for this boy in her arms. She pulls back and ignores the tiny pang she gets by imagining for one second only what it would be like if it were her in Emma's dress. “I'm so happy for you guys.” She admits honestly, “Thank you for inviting me.”
“Thank you for coming.” Emma is now wrapping her arms around Ruby, though only for a brief second. “You looks so beautiful.”
“Oh my god, look at you! You're absolutely stunning!”
In a white skin tight dress with a lace overlay, Emma is gorgeous. Her blonde hair is bouncing in ringlets as her perfect skin shines in just the right light. Honestly, if Ruby's first love was going to marry anyone, she was going to have to be this pretty.
Since they don't have much time and a ton of guests, that is it for one on ones with Ruby. The newlyweds moving onto one of the randoms at their table and that's fine with her because now her and Marcus can drink more without shame.
Much of the next hour is spent like that - laughing and telling stories and one of the two getting another drink. Ruby slows down after her third because she doesn't want to be an absolute mess at the end of the night. That doesn't stop Marcus from making trips to the bar sporadically. And on one of those trips, he gains a lot more than a glass full of his favorite alcohol.
“Look who I found.” He approaches the table with a certain almost blonde following behind. Niall has a beer bottle in his hand and has loosened up considerably - his suit jacket is off, his white shirt is untucked with the sleeves rolled up, and his tie is slack around his neck. “You're favorite kid from high school!”
Marcus is letting his alcohol show, which gets a laugh out of both Niall and Ruby.
“I'll have you know that we put that behind us.” Ruby rises from the table after feeling weird with them standing above her and also, disliking how she has to strain to hear them over the dance music.
It must be too loud for Niall because he shakes his head and says, “Excuse me? What?”
“We put that behind us. I forgive you for the eternal embarrassment I felt over that moment in my life.” Ruby reassures him with a pat on the shoulder. It's probably the three vodka sodas that are making her so forgiving or the fact that the picture he took for her and that she posted just thirty minutes ago is getting hundreds of likes already. Either or, she's looking at this older Niall, with the same rosy cheeks and startling blue eyes and thinking what's done is done.
“I'm so glad I could bring you two together.” Marcus throws an arms round both of their shoulders, squeezing them and almost pushing them into a hug. “I gotta take a piss like you wouldn't believe though. Where's the bathroom, man?”
Niall cracks up laughing at the brilliant delivery and points to some place over Marcus's shoulder where a short line is forming. Quick as he can, Marcus disappears with a certain drunk wobble to his walk.
“It's crazy. He hasn't changed a bit.” Niall observes, smiling at Ruby.
“You're telling me. I've been sitting with him all night.”
“Lucky girl.” Niall brings his bottle into the air, offering a cheers. Ruby reaches for her nearly full drink sitting on the table and bumps the clear plastic against his glass. After a quick sip, he speculates, “So you mean it? We're all good? No more angry Ruby stares?”
“Nah.” She shakes her head, smirking as she traces the lip of her cup with her finger and, “I mean, who cares if I was called milky pants for three years? Whatever. It was cool at times.”
“I always got a kick outta calling you that myself.”
“I think you started it?”
Niall shrugs, noncommittally. “Maybe. Who keeps up with those kinds of things?”
Ruby can distinctly remember being called that moments after it happened by none other than the former blonde himself, but in the spirit of forgiveness, she keeps with the light hearted nature of their joking. “Young girls who want the opposite sex to one day find them somewhat attractive.”
“Trust me, they did.” Niall nods up and down, as one does when really trying to assure someone of something.
Ruby never saw herself as an ugly kid, maybe awkward looking at times, but when she was called milky pants, she swore she'd never get a date - “ever!”, she screamed one time at her parents in frustration. The next year, she had her first kiss and then her first boyfriend and so on and so on.
“You look great, by the way.” Niall continues with a step forward, closer as the dancing gets wilder on the floor. Now they're standing maybe a smidge too close and yet, somehow, Ruby doesn’t mind.
“Thanks.” She looks down her body to make sure everything is still intact - her dress is still covering everything that needs to be covered, her pearl is still hanging in the right spot. Then, she looks back at Niall and absolutely couldn't ignore how great he looks too. It could be the vodka or it could be just because she wants to but she finds herself returning the compliment, a little less certain than Niall. “Um, you don't look so bad yourself.”
At first he is grinning with it until, “So bad? Come on! I gloed up, as the kids say.”
“You're not an old man, Niall. You can say it too.”
“You're right! I gloed the fuck up.” Niall nods adamantly and fakes a yell over the music, unnoticeable over the popping bass.
It gets a giggle out of Ruby as she quips, “Still cocky, I see.”
“Huh? Can't hear you over the music.” He obviously can - they were talking at that level their entire conversation and it isn't like the music is getting louder - but Ruby bites anyway. Maybe she shouldn't, but she does.
She takes a step forward, placing a hand on his shoulder as she rises to her tippy toes and whispers in his ear, “I said, you're still cocky.”
It is a flirty move, she'll admit. She isn't sure why she feels like flirting with a guy she would've claimed hatred for no less than three hours ago. She is sure she likes how she can see his stubble from this close, can smell his cologne wafting from his neck.
Ruby drops back to her heels, gauging his reaction of a suppressed smile as a win, holding still as he leans over to her ear to whisper something of his own, “Yeah, and you're still -”
The music cuts off at the end of the song, cutting off whatever Niall was going to say too. The next thing heard is the clinking of glasses and Ruby is looking around to see the bride and groom kissing as the mother of the bride stands with a microphone in her hand.
“Dinner is served!” The mother cheers with a lift of her champagne flute as many waiters start carrying silver plates to each guest.
Niall is already walking to his best man seat by the time Ruby looks away from the front table.
“We will have speeches and then continue on with dancing, how does that sound?” The mother asks the entire room, getting a loud clap in response.
Dinner turns out to be chicken and veggies with mashed potatoes. Seconds are offered and desserts of chocolate mousse are placed before every guest. The large cake will be saved for later, towards the end of the night.
During dinner, Ruby pushes her vodka soda aside and switches to the flowing champagne - something she can sip on to maintain her buzz, adding to it in small amounts by the time she gets to the bottom of the glass flutes.
While everyone else gets to eat the light fluffy chocolate dessert, the wedding party gets to gives their speeches. The parents are first with heartwarming stories. Then the siblings - Gemma had a particularly embarrassing story, as anyone would have predicted. The maid of honor follows her and for some reason, the last speech of the night is given by Niall.
He grabs the microphone with a steady hand, a beer bottle in the other one. He's laughing before he even begins.
“Hello.” He starts, making some face at Harry before Anne shushes her son and nods to the best man to continue. “Alright. So I'm not always good at words that aren't lyrics but since I already sang, I guess I can't do that again.” Someone says something at the table that Ruby can't hear, and then Niall is shaking his head. “I just wanna say that there is no better guy in the world than Harry Styles - excluding me. I met him when I was new to Arizona. I was just an odd little 9 year old with no friends and no idea how to make any. Then Harry sat next to me in class and from that moment on, I had the best one I could ever ask for. Everyday Harry teaches me to be a kinder person. And everyday since I've known Emma, lovely Emma… well she's taught me to be a more loving person. Together, they bring to this world the kindness and love it should be filled with and I'm just lucky to be allowed to witness it… so cheers!”
Everyone raises their flutes in the air and repeats the word, smiling as Harry stands and hugs his best friend who lies and says he isn't good with words.
Part ii.
Ruby never intended to leave the reception with Niall. Not when she first saw him or when he first performed or when she whispered in his ear or even after his speech. Even after the second time he got on stage, after the cake cutting, the thought didn't cross her mind.
If she has to place it, she'll say the moment it became a seed of an idea in her head was when he found her on the dance floor. His dancing was just so dorky and awful but he somehow made it ridiculously attractive, or at least endearing. Then, he slid a hand around her waist to sway their bodies together and that seed fully planted itself.
It bloomed when she said she needed some air and he followed her out to her car.
She's leaning against the hood with no intentions to drive it but seeing how things go before she calls for an Uber. More drunk that she was earlier, Ruby has to ask, “What were you going to call me earlier?”
“What?” Niall, who is standing in front of her and swaying to the music that can be heard all the way outside, tilts his head.
“Before dinner. You said ‘you're still…’ and then got cut off.”
“Ah.” Niall nods, remembering. “I was just gonna say you're still as infuriating.”
“How's that?”
“Still picking on me.” He's kind of drunk too, and pouty. He slows his dancing when Ruby rolls her eyes and moves closer to her. “Still too good for me.”
“Whatever.” She pushes his shoulder away, laughing because she has no idea what he's saying. He laughs at her weak attempt and instead of doing anything else, she quickly pulls him down to her lips by the tie on his neck.
The kiss shocks him still for only a few seconds before he's reacting to it. His lips are parting with hers and his tongue is lapping at her in just the right way. Ruby is rushing into it just as much as him, her hands let go of his clothes and make their way up to his hair, running through the soft, short locks. Niall pushes her back so she's sitting on the hood of her car and closer to his height. She wraps her legs around his hips, keeping him steady and unmoving as his hand easily slips underneath her dress.
Before she can overthink it, because she definitely doesn't want to do that, she grabs for her purse beside her and unzips it, pulling out the keys.
“Backseat?” She suggests like a sixteen year old, breaking apart from him.
Niall is out of breath as his chest heaves and he looks around her to check the size of it. Ruby bites her bottom lip hopefully, never being so thankful to have an old station wagon in her life.
Without words, he's picking her up and carrying her around to the door, getting the keys from her. And next thing she knows, she's on her back on the leather seats.
“I have a hotel room like five minutes away if you prefer…” Niall only suggest once she's gotten truly comfortable and desperate to get some clothes off.
“No, this is fine with me. Is it fine with you?” She says in one breath, fingers finding the buttons to his shirt and opening them regardless of his answer.
“Hmm.” He's back to her neck, kissing bites into the skin and then soothing the sting away with soft licks. After one or two, and Ruby getting his shirt completely undone and tie off, he stops again. “What if someone walks by?”
Ruby pushes him up and looks out the window. “I didn't park by anyone, we're good.”
Niall takes a few seconds to think, to see that the nearest car is far off in the distance and nods, “Yeah…” he looks her up and down, heavy with lust as her body slinks back and her arms reach out. “Fuck it.”
His hands are going up her skirt, pulling down her underwear this time, sliding his fingers against her. Even though Ruby is almost losing it - definitely wanting to - she isn't lying there helplessly. She's got her lips on his shoulder, kissing sloppily. Her fingers are finding pleasure in the full, never more appealing, chest hair, grasping onto it.
When his fingers get a bit too much, she arches her back and moves her hands to his belt buckle.
Within seconds, he's following suit and letting himself free. He has to take a minute to get a condom out of his wallet but then he's right back on top, lining his body with hers and edging in.
Ruby never intended for this to happen, though, she is really glad it is. Her head’s resting back and her hips buck forward. And he's taking it, working her over thrust after thrust. Matching shortened breaths with her even though he's doing double what she is.
Some people find it shameful how loud someone can be in bed - or in this case, in car. Ruby can never find a way to tame how vocal she is. It isn't so much the volume but rather the nonstop need to moan with the pleasure. Sometimes, she is embarrassed by it, but right now, she's thinking Niall is only liking it more and more as his soft grunts increase in frequency, along with her moans.
Eventually, they're both holding on tighter and then stilling as they let themselves go in the backseat. And not even moments after it's over, Ruby is reminiscing on how much fun it was. Suddenly, as Niall settles on the side of her, just barely on the seat, she begins a laugh - loud and joyous and so true to how he's left her feeling. Maybe it is the remaining alcohol but she doesn't mind.
At first, Niall looks at her like she's crazy until he's chuckling too, pressing his forehead against her shoulder.
“That was…” He starts, probably not sure where to even go with it himself.
Ruby has tons of ideas. Crazy, fun, great... stupid.
She doesn't say any of those. Because once the idea of stupid pops into her head, it sticks. She realizes she just had sex with the best man of the wedding in the backseat of her car. Sure it was great, but that best man is her ex’s best friend. And more importantly, she is the ex of the best mans best friend.
“I have to go.” She drops her expression and moves to open the door.
“Wait… what?” Niall's face reads plain confusion with quirked eyebrows and a frown. “What just happened? I thought you wanted to.”
“I did. Trust me.” She's scrambling for her underwear, keys, and phone, but she doesn't want Niall to think in anyway that she didn't just do exactly what she wanted to. “I just have to get home before it's too late.”
Niall is buckling his belt as he scoots out of the car. As soon as his feet hit the dirt, she's locking the door and backing away.
“Sorry.” She yells out behind her when she turns and begins ordering an Uber, not taking a second look at his face.
She waits at the street for ten minutes, reevaluating how dumb it was of her to sleep with Niall Horan.
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The next morning, when she wakes up and shuffles to her dad, pleading that he take her to get her car, she's almost too groggy to even remember her behavior from the night before.
Ruby doesn't really have any girl friends close enough to talk about it with, and she's certainly not going to bring it up to her dad on the way to her station wagon, so she just distracts herself with Instagram. Normally by this time of day, she'd have posted one picture already, but her ratty sweats aren't designer (or anywhere close) and she has no desire to change into anything else that her audience would appreciate. She tries to find something to snag a shot of on the way but nothing strikes her as “gramable”.
By the time she gets to her car, her dad has sang every song on the radio at the top of his lungs. Ruby loves him, but she nearly jumps out of the car when they arrive, giving him a quick kiss to his check and a “thank you, dad. I love you. See ya when I get home.”
He returns the same words and drives away, waving.
Ruby approaches her wagon, clutching the keys in her hand, and for the first time, she begins to smile about what she did. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was irresponsible. But the feeling of the afternoon sun and the sight of a still standing tent reminds her that it was mostly fun. The tent in the daylight reminds her that Harry got married. And married to someone he is completely in love with no less. She isn't sure if that makes the fact that she slept with Niall okay. It does make her feel less like an interloper.
The tent sets things into perspective, she realizes.
The sheet of paper pinned against her windshield makes it all the more real. At first, she looks around to see if anyone's there, if maybe the person who put it there is still there. Of course, she is alone. The person who placed the note under her wiper is long gone.
Ruby removes it and waits until she is sitting in the driver seat before she flips it open.
Sorry for whatever happened after. I had a lot of fun with you. If you ever want to talk about why you freaked, call me. Please!
Underneath the note was a ten digit number with an Arizona area code. Ruby reads it over and over again until eventually, she has to start her car and go home, just so her dad doesn't start to worry if she takes way too long to return home. Placing the note in the passenger seat, she sticks her keys into the ignition and ignores the backseats existence for the rest of the drive home.
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Trying her hardest to absolutely forget something usually puts most of her thoughts right on it. That's why it only took six days for Ruby to break.
She left the note in her car for three days, brought it in and then left it in her desk drawer for two. For one day only, she had it lying on top of her MacBook, staring at her every time she walked past.
At seven thirty the next day, all of that not thinking of Niall’s weight against her gets too much and she punches the number into her phone.
“Hello,” he picks up on the second ring, sounding curious as to who it is calling him.
Ruby, out of nowhere, feels giddy at the sound of his voice. So biting down on a smile, she returns, “Hi, Niall.”
“Ruby?” He guesses, the smile sounding in his voice.
“Who else?”
He chuckles at that and over it, he throws out, “Took ya long enough.”
“Shut up.” Ruby insists more than demands. She's pacing around her room, making her way to the door from her desk and then back again. Ruby hasn't had many phone conversations like this - normally one night stands are just that and then dates are premeditated occurrences built up by weeks of texting. Unsure of what she's even doing with Niall, she asks just to ask, “What are you doing?”
“Waiting on pizza to get here.”
“Yum.”
“Watching America's Got Talent soon.”
“Wow, crazy night.” Ruby lifts her eyebrows with sarcasm, not that he can see. The idea of him being such a homebody kind of excites her though - his voice sounds cozy through the phone line, like he's lounging on the couch and perfectly content with that.
“Well, it is a Tuesday.” He counters, shifting - maybe the phone from one ear to another or his body from one position to the next. “What are you up to?”
Ruby thinks of giving him the real answer - pacing - but that seems a bit too weird. She thinks of the notes she still has in her grasp. She takes a deep breath, lifts the note to reread it, and goes with a slightly less weird answer. “I'm just staring at your note.”
“Oh, I see. Any thoughts?”
“Just,” She sighs out that deep breath and smiles, “I had a lot of fun too.”
“Yeah.” Now a grin of his own isn't just heard but it's felt. They both hold in the silence that follows his words for a little too long - probably trying to determine what it means. Niall must have come to a conclusion first because he timidly suggests, “Um, ya know, since you're just staring at a week old note, you could come over and watch these amazing performers with me instead?”
Ruby slows her pacing, getting what she probably honestly called for - an invite. If she is being true to herself, that is, without a doubt, why she picked up her phone. One part of her wants to deny Niall, say she is about to do something she has already agreed to, but that other part, the same part that called him, questions, “And steal some of your food?”
“Only if you get here before it does.” He responds right away, no thought to it. When Ruby giggles in response, he does too and says, “I'll text you my apartment address.”
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It isn't until they're back in their underwear, watching the ending of America's Got Talent that Ruby realizes how much she could possibly be screwing up. For a second time, she slept with the person she probably shouldn't have.
It's just… she got here and he was smiling at her like he does. Like he couldn't have been happier to see anyone else on the planet. And then, unlike how she remembers him from high school, he was kind but also sassy about the first three performances they watched in the talent show. He had her actually laughing as she tried to eat a slice of pizza. Not just a little snort or huff of a laugh, but full blown cackling. Even after he heard the horrible snort she makes when she hears something funny and can't control herself, he looked at her with fascination behind his impossibly blue eyes.
So, after being there for only twenty minutes, she was on his lap, coaxing his shirt off. And his hands were unbuttoning her jean shorts.
They were like teenagers, honestly. They were slow with the build up and then got it over with as quickly as they could once they got to feeling one another. It had Ruby breathless from the moment it started until the second it ended.
Now, after she's slid her panties back on, she sits on the couch they couldn't be bothered to leave and looks around the room. The flat screen is mounted to the wall, and on either side hang two guitars each - mostly acoustic but one electric. To one side of the room is the open floor concept with a kitchen and small dining area and on the opposite wall, is an assortment of picture frames. They're all filled with different people but two people in particular show up a lot - the blonde and a curly haired brunette.
Niall makes his way back from the bathroom in the shirt Ruby had thrown off and a pair of black briefs, looking perfectly messy from what they had just done. Ruby thinks he almost looks better now than he did when he first swung the door open - all dazed and rosy and giddy.
“So…” he says, sitting down next to her, leaving a lot of space between them considering what just happened.
Ruby nods, “Fun.”
Niall agrees wholeheartedly with a grin even if her words were sparse.
“I’m a little mad I missed the rest of that episode.” He jokes as he picks up his remote control. “Good thing I recorded it.”
“Is that so?”
He looks away from the tv to wink at her as he repeats, “Only a little mad.”
“Well, I'm sorry I distracted you.” Ruby lies, because she isn't sorry about the distraction at all really. Maybe she's sorry about other things but not about the fact he didn't get to watch America's Got Talent.
“Nah, that's really alright.”
The way he contorts his face - as if to express the exact words that are coming out of his lips - makes Ruby chuckle as she looks back at the wall of pictures. Her eyes happen to land on a picture that has to be years and years old - Harry and Niall outside of the bowling alley in town, standing side by side, expressionless.
“I like this apartment.” Ruby compliments, reaching for her shirt and pulling it over her head. “So many cool pictures,” she throws her thumb over her shoulder, pointing to the wall.
“Thanks. I've lived here for like, 4 years. The pictures accumulate over time.”
Ruby feels shock wash over her as she says, “Wow. That is commitment.”
She has never lived anywhere for longer than a year that wasn't her parents house. She has never agreed to anything that would keep her confined, if she could help it.
Niall smiles and sighs at the same time. “Yeah, I know. Harry always loved living here though. It's close to anything we'd need.”
“You used to live here with Harry?”
“Uh huh.” Niall watches Ruby pull her shorts out from underneath her on the couch. Jokingly, he clarifies, “Just until he got engaged last year and broke my heart.”
“Ah. Nice.” Nodding, Ruby puts on her final article of clothing. Her face has gone sour and she knows it, but she can't help it when she is surrounded by the same air her ex boyfriend used to live in. More and more, she's feeling wrong about this.
Niall notices and stands to his feet as well, placing a hand on her elbow to steady her rapid search for her other shoe. “Hey, what is it?”
Ruby looks at his face, his blue blue eyes, the scruff around his chin, and exasperates, “I just - I don't know. I feel like an interloper.”
“In what?”
“In you and Harry. I don't want to start a fight.”
“Ruby.” Niall snorts, in disbelief that she's actually serious. When she doesn't change from her stern expression, he declares, “He is married to Emma and head over heels in love.”
“Yeah, but I'm his first. And you're his best friend.” Ruby moves her elbow out of his grasp. “You honestly think this wouldn't hurt him at all?”
A long pause follows her question where Ruby finds and slips on her shoes and where Niall just examines her - her expression, her way of movement, the frantic nature of her panic.
With a standoffish tone, Niall crosses his arms. “I mean… do you want it to hurt Harry?”
“No. Not at all.” Her refusal is immediate and the whole truth. Harry was the perfect boyfriend and she has no ill will against him - that's exactly what leads her to her hesitation with Niall now. A once over of Niall is enough to tell Ruby that something she's said, or implied, is not sitting well with him, so it's easy to get out the words, “I should go.”
“Yeah. Probably.” He nods along as she backs away, and then doesn't say anything more as she opens and closes the door behind her.
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Ruby's town is small. Not insanely small that everyone knows everyone else's business or to the point where a town hall meeting could fit into one room. Small as in occasionally she sees people she knows when she's going somewhere for lunch. Occasionally.
Usually, she can avoid any contact with these people. She just pretends not to see them and they're normally okay with it. Ruby isn't some evil person who hates everyone, she just isn't good at small talk or stacking up achievements with people she knew years and years ago.
Usually, she'd bow her head to look at her phone and avoid all eye contact. Niall Horan isn't like that apparently. Before she can even think about sneaking away from him and finding some back isle, he is approaching her with a bag of purchased goods in hand.
“Hey.” He smiles at her as she keeps her eyes focused on the shelf of different teas. “You come here a lot?”
His tone is so different than the last time they spoke, so much easier, so much lighter.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she looks him over. “Not normally at this time.”
The only reason she's there at such an early hour is because for the last four days, she's been tossing and turning in bed over the not-so-blonde-anymore standing next to her. She hasn't been able to sleep in until noon one time since she said to him something that she shouldn't have.
“I was just about to leave when I saw ya over here and wanted to say hi.” Niall says when Ruby offers nothing else.
She can feel herself being cold - in her short answer, by her body language - but she just can’t calculate her next move here. Last time they talked, it ended so weirdly. Niall was almost aggravated with her and now she can feel his grin directed at her.
“Hello,” is what she decides is appropriate. Simple and friendly enough. Still, her eyes shift from earl grey to jasmine to green tea, not sparing a glance his way.
“So listen,” Niall places a careful hand on her shoulder, calling for her attention. “About the other night…”
“It's alright.” She finally musters up the courage to face him and pull a tight lipped smile, shaking her head.
“Yeah, but I just… well, I really have fun with you.”
“I have fun with you too.”
His hand, that hasn't left her, grows warmer. His fingers that were somehow stiff loosen up and curl more easily against her.
“So you're not mad at me?” Ruby asks, again remembering the way Niall looked at her after she brought up Harry in his apartment - almost offended.
He finally drops his hand but doesn't move away. They're standing in the isle alone, maybe a foot or two apart at most.
“You aren't actually sleeping with me to make Harry mad, right?” Something about the way Niall questions her seems playful and weary, disbelieving she would do such a thing but he deemed it necessary to confirm.
“No fucking way.” Ruby takes a step back out of their bubble, just so she has more room to gesture with her declaration. “Never would I do that to either of you… well, maybe I would've when I still hated you.”
“Hey. There is no need to keep bringing that up.”
Ruby is loosening up now that her teasing joke landed and Niall responded with a laugh, so she lets her shoulders relax and, “What? Me hating you?”
“It still stings a bit.” Niall covers his heart, playing wounded.
“Imagine being the actual victim in the incident.”
“Moving on.” He sighs as soon as the words leave her mouth. He clearly has no desire to get back into that discussion. Instead, he takes it upon himself to step closer to her. “What are you doing now?”
Her eyes focus on the blue speckled button down that covers Niall’s chest once it's right there. She feels the urge to trace the space between the little dots to create their own little constellations but thinks that maybe that would be a little strange at this time and place.
“Shopping for tea, obviously.” Suppressing a smirk, she moves her eyes to find his.
“And after that?” He asks in a leading tone, letting her know exactly why he's asking.
This time it's Ruby who steps closer, asking quietly, “Don't you have a job to get to or something?”
“I'm a musician. I record and I tour.”
Ruby remembers a blurry comment from the night of the wedding when they were discussing careers. She's pretty sure Niall has the summer off before he picks up a fall tour of the eastern states.
That doesn't stop her from tilting her head. “So when's your plane leave?”
“Shut up.” He chuckles and nudges her shoulder. “Don't you have a job or something?”
At that, Ruby bites her bottom lip and pulls out her phone from her back pocket. She whips it around and turns out of her close proximity to Niall, focusing her camera on the line of tea and then taking a picture. What was taken for a point turns out to actually look okay so before she turns back to him, she thinks she might actually post it.
“Well played.” He nods in defeat with a look in his eyes - kind of impressed with her response. “Do you wanna leave with me though?”
“To do what?”
With a shrug, he suggests, “Let's get lunch.”
“Where?”
“The cafe across the street?”
Ruby is tempted. She loves that little cafe. It is owned by an old, old woman who knows her by name and always slips Ruby a free latte. More than that though, sitting with Niall, talking with him without alcohol in her veins or half her clothes off, doesn't sound half bad.
She does her best not to give away her willingness so easily by looking over his shoulder to the cafe and smiling, “I do love their turkey clubs.”
Apparently that doesn't work well because he just steps back and holds out his hand for her to grab and for him to lead the way with, “Come on then.”
Just as she is about to slip her hand into his, just to say what the hell, one damn familiar voice calls for the him.
“Hey, Niall!”
Both Ruby and Niall turn their heads to find a smiling Harry. But that doesn't last long when he spots the person his best friend is with, questioning, “Ruby?”
Part iii.
Ruby drops the hand that was on its way to Niall's back to her side, feeling her heartbeat pick up, calmly asking Harry, “How's it going?”
To say that she is feeling a bit caught is a understatement but Niall, who must really not have any reservations about sleeping with his best friends ex, gives Ruby a weird stare before greeting his friend with a hug.
As Harry is locked in it, he responds, “Just got back from the honeymoon. Loving life.”
A smile from ear to ear is cast across his face - pure bliss just like what he wore at the reception.
“You look it, bro. Sick tan.” Niall lets Harry go and makes a point to poke his shoulder blades where his skin is darker than usual.
“Thanks, babe.” Harry pokes right back. “We sat out in the sun for like, eight hours a day.”
Sarcastically, Ruby huffs and shakes her head, “Rough.”
“Oh Ruby, it was indulgence at its finest.” Harry's voice almost quivers with delight, fondly reliving something he just got back from.
The way he is almost daydreaming about it in the middle of the isle makes Ruby giggle as she nods, “Sounds like it, Haz.”
Niall sends a smirk her way at the expense of their friend, laughing a little too. “Where is the missus?”
“She is at home resting. She sent me out to get the wine for tonight.” Harry lifts his basket that holds four bottles of wine, a box of popcorn, and a wine stopper.
Niall's jaw drops immediately. “How come I didn't get an invite?”
“Emma just has some work friends coming over with their husbands.”
“Oh, I see. It's a married couples party.”
“Exclusive.” Ruby chimes in to stay relevant, loving the little spat she's witnessing, not minding if it helps Niall's side as his arms cross and his head tilts.
Before this can get too out of hand, Harry cackles a laugh and starts backing away. “Alright, alright. I'm outta here. I don't need to get into this!”
Niall laughs too, clearly not as offended as he was pretending. After his friend, he throws, “Call ya later!”
“You better.” Harry says with a wink and then turns around, headed straight for the cash register.
Turning back to face Ruby head on, Niall takes no time in pushing, “So… lunch?”
It only takes one second for her to shrug, “Why the hell not?”
Though, this time, she just follows him out without either of them reaching to entwine their hands.
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As anyone could guess, lunch with Niall turns out to be great. Ruby soon finds out that so is breakfast and dinner and every snack in between. For an entire week, all they seem to do is eat with one another. And of course when they're eating, they're talking. Most of its throw away conversations about trivial things - favorite alcoholic beverage, funniest movie they've ever seen, what they did/planned on doing that day. But sometimes they dive deeper. They get into topics like why Ruby quit college or what lead Niall to the life of a touring musician.
On this particular Sunday morning, Ruby had finally stayed the night. Without any kind of acknowledgement, they were both taking things slower since the last time they had sex. Neither one of them tried anything during their week of meals except for a kiss here or there. Something about the way Niall was describing his favorite gig - a hometown one - as he was stirring the boiling pasta, became irresistible to Ruby.
Before either of them knew it, the pasta was being left and they finally found out what one another were like in an actual bed. Apparently it was good enough for them to completely forget about the dinner because as Ruby stirs awake she feels her stomach rumble.
She blinks her eyes open slowly, letting the light in, finding herself wrapped in a sheet and facing Niall. The sun is hitting her right in the face and normally she can't sleep with someone else looking right at her, but somehow she's feeling well rested. She stretches an arm up and arches her back to get some blood coursing through her.
Niall doesn't move an inch. He just lays there, mouth parted a little as light snores come from it. And even still, she can't find a problem with the picture of him. So much so that she has to touch him. She lets a hand slip up his neck and fingers curl into the short hair at his nape. Then, she figures he should just get up already and since there is no better way to wake someone up, she pushes forward to peck a few kisses on his lips, morning breath the last thing on her mind - they hadn’t eaten much last night anyway. At first, his lips remain unmoved but by the third one, they're not so dead and start reacting.
Her eyes are closed so she doesn't see if he reacts in any other way but he does start dragging the kisses out longer, slower. His arm wraps around her back and then he's pushing her on her back, hovering over her as he pulls away. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” She finally opens her eyes again to see nothing but his smile and tired eyes. “Thought it was time to wake you up.”
“Uh huh.” He leans back in, stealing more kisses from her before, “You're so fucking gorgeous.”
“Yeah?”
“It's a crime, I'm telling ya.” He shifts all his weight to one arm so he can take his other hand and graze a finger over her cheeks. “I mean, these freckles? The best thing I've ever seen.”
Giggling, Ruby turns her head away, facing the arm that's holding him up, “Stop it. They’re not.”
Personally, half of the time she finds her freckles a nuisance, keeping her from flawless makeup. The other half of the time, she thinks they're alright. But never does she think they're the best.
“Are you kidding me?” He nudges her face forward by the chin. Serious as he sleepily says, “I'm honestly thinking of calling up the freckle people to have them documented and put in some kind of history book.”
“You're ridiculous.” Ruby bites her bottom lip, feeling so fond of the hovering boy.
“Maybe so, but it's true. I fucking love them.” He begins a trail of small kisses, starting on one cheek, over her nose, and onto the the other. “Gorgeous.”
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“No!” Niall is stern as he points a finger up at Ruby who is straddling him in bed.
“What?” She stops her hands that were slowly making their way up his sides.
“I said no more of this tickling shit.” He grabs her hands and pulls her down so she's now flush against him. “It's not fun for me.”
“But it is for me.”
Over the weeks, she realized how much Niall hates being tickled but she also realized how cute it is when his brow furrows and cute little giggles spill out of his pouted lips. It's nearly impossible for her to not do it to him once a day - it's like their thing, she'd say anything just to convince him to let her do it.
Today, though, she can tell that won't work by his totally unamused expression.
“Fine.” She sighs, satisfied enough with the look she is already getting from him instead of the pout. For a second she lets her head nestle under his chin, right in that little space that fits her perfectly, until she wants to say something else.
When she does move, she regrets it, finding him with closed eyes but a smirk on his lips. “Ugh, I wish I could just throw that smug jaw away.”
“Excuse me?” He peers at her in confusion.
Taking both hands, pretending to pull at his jaw but really only running her fingertips over his stubble, she exclaims dramatically, “I wish I could just rip it off and toss it out the window.”
“That is violent.” He shakes his head at her, finding amusement in her insanity. “How would we do what we do here if I didn't have the bottom half of my mouth?”
“It's only good for kissing. I'd put a mask on ya and we could still make do.”
“Really?” He sits up in a rush, staring her down.
“It's better than looking at all this all the time.” She nods without dropping eye contact, outlining his jawline slowly.
“No way. You'd miss it.” He is cocky with his words, flipping her on her back so now they're laying on his bed the other way around. As she shakes her head from side to side, trying her hardest not to crack under the weight of the outright lie, he moves his lips to her neck. “Plus, it is good for more than just kissing.” He slowly and surely begins moving down her body with every press of his lips to her skin.
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A groan radiates off the tile of the shower walls as Ruby hears the sliding of the distorted plastic door. “Niall, this shower is not big enough for the two of us.”
Niall is fully naked and stepping foot in the area that definitely wasn’t made for more than one person at a time. “We can make it if we try.”
His hair is already getting darker with the moisture and he’s smiling at her so sweetly that it is impossible to kick him out. No matter how bad she wants to, it’s not even like it’s her shower.
“I swear to god...” Ruby moves back a few steps so he can get under the water too and gives him a look that finishes her sentence.
He must understand, drawing an x over his heart. “No funny business, I promise.”
The action seems so serious coming from him that it’s endearing and causes Ruby to exhale deeply, “I almost hate you, ya know.”
“Been there, done that.” Niall quips easily and goes about getting himself good and wet. Ruby is stuck, maybe, because she isn’t doing anything other than watching him and letting her lips upturn. Niall just stares at her back and says, “Now, hand me the shampoo please and I'll get my girl all clean.”
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Friday nights in Prescott usually resulted in bowling, drinking, or staying in by yourself or with the company of someone who enjoyed the same netflix shows as you. Ruby and Niall had gone bowling. They’ve covered the entire bar scene in their town in one weekend. And it turns out, Ruby falls asleep to all his drug crime blockbusters and Niall fidgets throughout all of her british period dramas.
That’s why on the their fifth friday of seeing each other, Ruby can’t believe how much fun she is having.
They are at the small music festival their town throws in the townsquare every summer, supplying indie folk music to all the people who manage to make it out. Mostly it’s just booths where the artists sell their merch, stands offering up beers from all over the world, and one stage with one band at a time.
Niall, who was the one that suggested coming, never strays too far from the beer stands, making sure Ruby doesn’t go without either.
As he approaches her from one of his beer runs, holding a dark and light drink for the two of them, Ruby grabs hers and comments over the music, “This was such a good idea.”
“I'm full of them, baby.” He grins and pulls her closer by the hips, kissing the side of her forehead after she giggles at his proud stance - both of them are clearly feeling the drinks.
“Come here.” She grabs his checkered button down and gets him close enough so she doesn’t even have to move to lock their lips together.
They don’t rush through anything, they just indulge.
Tingly and warm, Ruby lets him go and whips back around to continue dancing - something she has surely been making herself look like a fool with, not that she cares. Halfway through her dumbest idea for a dance move, she turns to gauge Niall’s reaction only to find him pointing a camera at her. But like the good Instagramer she is, she just lets it happen and hopes she comes off cool in at least one of the pictures.
A few people get her to stop dancing, though. They are fans of Niall’s, people who have even seen him in concert multiple times. Ruby has only just started listening to his first and only album but once she thinks about it, of course Niall has fans at a festival like this. It is totally his vibe. When the fans ask why he isn't performing, she wants to nudge him along as well.
“I’m off work until August. Taking a little rest before I tour the next album.” Niall explains away to the smiling fans who nod, totally understanding and then excited when the words next album leave his lips.
“Next album? What? When?” The only girl out of the group of four questions with wide eyes.
Ruby is just as curious. She knows he goes back to tour on August 19th, starting in Phoenix for the closest thing to a hometown show, but she hasn’t heard a thing about another album.
“August, you guys, august.” Niall smirks mysteriously, giving nothing away but also being very obvious. It truly is just like Niall to do that - he wants to surprise people but then can never manage to hold it in. It gets Ruby laughing again, or maybe that's the drink, and slinking into his side. Niall welcomes her with an arm over her shoulder and nods to the group, “Thanks for coming over though. See ya around?”
They say their yes’s, their definitely’s, their thank you’s and then Niall is leading the way closer to the stage.
By the time it gets truly dark, and the biggest bands are getting ready to come up, Ruby prefers the assistance of leaning on Niall for support - she is sure she can stand just fine on her own, but it isn’t as fun. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, leaning back the smallest amount.
The band that comes on stage is one of Niall’s favorites at the moment - the reason he said they had to go. So as he sings along to the songs Ruby has never heard of, she lets the music play through her and enjoys the night completely. Halfway through the set, she is having such a good time that her mind starts racing over thoughts she didn’t even knew she had.
Holding onto Niall with one arm strewn around his neck, swaying with the beat of the music, she leans close and urges, “Take me with you.”
“Of course.” He nods immediately, shifting his gaze from the stage to her eyes, then laughs, “Where?”
“Let me go with you on tour,” comes out of her mouth without any permission from her brain. She was just thinking about how he’ll be leaving soon, and how she doesn’t want him to. Next thing she knows, she is saying things, things that she totally desires in that moment.
The music must be getting to Niall’s ears because he tilts his head closer and yells, “What?”
“Tour. I wanna go with you.”
“What?” His brows furrow this time so it can’t be the music.
Disregarding any cautioning sober voice in the back of her head, Ruby holds him closer and says as clear as possible, “I want to see the world with you.”
“You mean the United States?” He laughs and shakes his head at her incredulously.
“That's more than I've seen stuck in Arizona.”
Niall pauses all movement to look at her, because she isn’t wavering or smiling like she’s kidding. It hits him right then that she is serious but he isn’t dumb enough to blame it on a clear thought process. Throwing his head back to laugh, probably at the absurdity, he stares at the sky and shouts, “You're so drunk, Rubs!”
Ruby gets a kick out of his response, finding it insanely ridiculous at this point. Still, she grasps for his attention with hands to each one of his cheeks and when he does stop laughing long enough for her to talk, she raises her eyebrows, “Think of my Instagram feed if I were with you in every city every night. The Empire State building one day and then the Sears Tower the next.”
Niall has to bite down to keep a mildly serious expression as he humors her with a, “That would be sick.”
“So you'll let me go with you?”
While she is being completely hopeful, peering up at him with her deep brown eyes, he has a hard time refusing her. His fits of laughter calm as he wraps his arms around her back to hug her close. “Let's see if you remember this tomorrow and then I'll give you an answer.”
“Okay,” she pushes his chest back so she is still entangled with him but far enough apart so her arms are free. She places two fingers to each one of her temples and scrunches her eyes tight together. “I'm putting all my brainpower into remembering this. It’s Unagi, Ross Geller taught it to me.”
“That's my girl.” He says over a chuckle and then grazes a few kisses on her forehead. Ruby is unmoved, still locking away their conversation when he is done. Those few kisses must not have been enough because he plants one more to her cheek as he exclaims, “Fuck, you're cute.”
Ruby peaks her eyes open at that and slowly moves her hands away. “You'll let me go then, won't ya? Cause I'm cute?”
“Maybe.” Niall shrugs, looking away when she puffs her bottom lip, pouting enough to break any man. This time, she is the one who kisses him on the cheek and won’t stop doing it until he stops her and grins, “Who am I trying to kid? I'd let you come with me anywhere.”
Ruby’s lips are on Niall’s instantly, soft and thankful that he bent to her pleading.
“I like you so much.” She creates space between them just to whisper that, just a little.
And as Niall rests his forehead on hers, he counters, “Right back at you.”
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So, Ruby has to call Harry. Because this thing with Niall, that started off as sex in the backseat of her station wagon at a wedding, has transformed into so much more. Somewhere along the way it has warped into the most beautiful, wholesome thing she has ever been a part of.
Niall takes her breath away these days. One look at him and she questions what she was doing with her time before being near him. Never in her life has she known someone who has connected so well with her. It’s not even that they’re in tune with each other all the time. It’s the fact that when they aren’t, they can be what the other needs. When Ruby is feeling pissy, Niall is sweet enough to pull her out of it. And when Niall is grouchy, Ruby knows just the kind of joke that will get him to laugh.
Six weeks of a half relationship is long enough for her. She’s done with being in the in between with him. She is done with the uncertainty of what they are, what they could be, and what they will be. As cheesy as it sounds, she wants official with Niall.
And the only way she can go into that conversation is if she musters up the courage and breaks the news to the one person that would maybe, probably wouldn't, stop it.
She sits alone at that same cafe she had lunch with Niall at for the first time, waiting for Harry to show up. It was only a month and a half ago but oddly, Niall has managed to make it seem gloriously longer.
Over time, he has not so subtly hinted at wanting to tell Harry about them but Ruby was never ready. That doesn’t stop her from feeling nervous at the thought of the repercussions if Harry doesn’t take the news well. She thought it would be romantic to get the blessing from Harry on her own and then come to Niall, all I want us to be together for real, but as soon as she sees the curly headed guy, she is wishing she wasn’t alone.
“Hey.” He greets, pulling out the seat across the table from Ruby, an easy kind of worry donning his features.
“Hi.” Ruby fidgets with the few things on the table to calm her as he gets comfortable and then blantaly asks,
“So like, what’s up? What did you want to talk about?”
It's a lot quicker than she assumed it would happen - she figured Harry would at least wait until they were in the middle of their meal before he brought up what she inevitably would've stalled on.
“Just something that you may or may not even care about.” She attempts to play it off with a flick of her hair over her shoulder even though on the inside, the nerves are rising from her stomach to her chest.
“What is it?”
“Okay, well, I should just rip the band aid off…” Ruby takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she allows her mouth to produce these words in a rush, “Niall and I have been seeing each other.”
Once the words are out in the world, they don't seem nearly as scary. But the silence coming from Harry's side of the table picks up their slack.
Ruby opens her eyes to be surprised when Harry has an upturned tilt to his lips, “Like dating?”
The term she would categorize their current relationship status is a bit fuzzy but the alternative would be weird to divulge, and that is her end goal anyway so she shrugs, “I guess you could call it that.”
“Fair enough.” Harry snorts, nodding, thinking. “And?”
“And… I really like him… So, so much. He makes me really happy and I think I make him happy. At least, well, he always seems to be happy but you never know because when is he not smiling?” She pauses shortly to laugh fondly over the rosy guy and to breath again. “But if that's weird for you or if you feel betrayed or-”
“Ruby, chill.” He interrupts once her chest really begins to rise and fall with anxiety. “I'm married to a girl I am in complete and utter love with. She is my soulmate, I'm certain.”
His smile gets wider the more he talks about Emma, illustrating the truth he speaks. Still, Ruby wouldn't be Ruby unless she asked, “So you're not mad?”
“What we had in high school was so long ago. It was everything to me then but now it's like another person lived it.” Harry spoke calmly, saying the words Ruby has always felt about their relationship. As soon as it ended, it felt like that chapter was truly closed. Signifying the very final nail in their relationship coffin, he says, “So no, I'm not mad that you're dating someone new. I mean, if this was like five years ago I probably would have been hurt since Niall is my best friend. I see where you're coming from but relax.”
It's impossible for Ruby to do anything other than exhale a breath of relief right then. She visibly deflates. At only twenty four, she rarely has moments that show her how much of an adult she actually is but this one is doing a good job at showcasing the fact that she isn't a teenager anymore. “We've both grown up so much, ya know?”
“Look at you!” He raises a hand towards her, laughing, “You couldn't stand Niall, it was so fucking annoying. Now you like him. It's more shocking than anything.”
Ruby laughs too and then lets it die as she remarks with cowering eyes, “I probably more than like him…”
“My little Niall?” There's that shock in Harry's tone again, but laced with joy. There's no way she can get anymore difficult words out so she just gives him a look of confirmation, causing a smirk to appear. “Sixteen year old Ruby is so pissed at you.”
“Twenty four year old Ruby can take her.” Lifting up two fists, she pretends to throw one at Harry as he dodges.
“Wait, is this why Niall is alway so busy all the time?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Ruby raises the menu to cover half of her face, trying to use it as a shield in case things turn ugly.
Harry dramatically wipes away at his forehead. “Good. I thought it was because he was weirded out about my marriage. He like, never comes to my house anymore.”
“That's definitely my fault. He always says we should just go over and tell you what's been going on but I was scared of messing things up with your friendship.”
“Wow, way to live in the past, Rubs.” Harry grabs the menu from her hands. “If my best friend and first love have to date someone, I'm glad it's each other. Now that I think about it, you guys do kind of work, huh?”
“I think so.” She feels a bubbling excitement at the approval, watching Harry search over the menu. She probably looks like an insane woman - sitting, staring, smiling - but she can't help it due to how lucky she realizes she is. With that, she adds, “You know, you really were the perfect first boyfriend? I was spoiled.”
Harry’s pride in that shows as he gets a smug look and, “Yeah, you're lucky you had me.”
“Oh, whatever! See, this is why we would never have lasted. You're so arrogant.”
“Emma likes that most about me.”
Rolling her eye, Ruby snatches the menu right back out of his hands and snorts, “Keep telling yourself that, bud.”
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With this good news and relief, Ruby goes straight to Niall’s apartment. She doesn’t even remember that she drove her station wagon that day and left it sitting outside of the cafe. Her feet are moving too fast to the path that will get her to her almost-boyfriend to even think about it.
Knocking on his front door, she can hear that eagerness. If she were anyone else, she might’ve tried to tame it. And if Niall wasn’t so understanding, she definitely would’ve played it cool. He is understanding though, and even more so, he lives life giddily. Ruby can’t even imagine how bright his smile will be when she tells him the good news.
Though, that image gets put away when Niall doesn’t answer the door. Ruby waits nearly five minutes before she calls him. He doesn’t answer that either so she figures he’s busy doing something. Probably something that has to do with this new album of his.
She sends him a text.
Came by. You weren’t home. Text me when you are and I’ll be over xxx
It isn’t until midnight that night that it occurs to her that something could be wrong. And it takes until 6:30 the next evening before she decides that that is the only possible reason she hasn’t heard from him in over 24 hours.
What’s up? She sends and then five hours later, Are you mad at me?
After the most restless night of her life and still no text back, she can’t resist, You’re okay, right?
Ruby strolls around his block twice before she gets the courage to climb the three flights of stairs to his place. And then when she does dare to knock, she isn’t shocked when he doesn’t answer. But she is worried.
So she sits at his door and waits. From an outsider’s perspective, it has to be a creepy site - a sad girl with her head hanging between her knees for hours, waiting outside an apartment that isn’t hers.
Her phone dies at one point so she isn’t sure how many hours pass before Niall finally returns home but her best guess is 4.
“Niall.” She exclaims with a relief more satisfying than the one she felt after gaining Harry’s approval. Bouncing to her feet, she rushes to him. “Where have you been?”
He dodges away from her arms that are trying to wrap around his neck in a hug and walks to his door, keys in hand.
“Been busy.” He mumbles.
The smile only stays on Ruby’s face until she realizes that now she knows he’s okay, there has to be another reason he’s been ignoring her. She grabs his arm and pulls. “Hey, what’s really going on here? Why have you been ignoring me for so long if you’re not in the hospital or something?”
He doesn’t turn as he responds bluntly, “I just totally lost interest in falling for a girl who is still in love with my best friend.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Again, she pulls him by the crook of his elbow, this time getting him to look at her. The only emotion she can kind of recognize on him is indifference. “I am not in love with Harry.”
“I saw you guys having lunch together. You looked pretty damn smitten.” He comments sharply, unlocking his door and sliding inside, leaving it half open, clearly not done with the conversation even though he looks it.
“That definitely wasn’t what that looked like,” is the only cliche line that comes out, his stern brow rendering her incapable of saying the whole truth in that moment.
“It was just like high school all over again.” Niall’s tone took a turn, becoming one of laughing disbelief. His eyes are still cold and unfamiliar though, and he begins to frown again as he admits, “You know I tripped you when we were kids because I liked you, right? Young boys sometimes actually believe that bullshit about picking on a girl to get her attention. So it took a lot out of me to accept Harry was dating you when we were older. During the first five months of that relationship me and Harry almost stopped being friends. This all just feels too similar to that feeling to me, and I don’t wanna go through that again. Especially if you’re just going to be longing over a married guy.”
Niall breathes in deeply with the kind of exasperation after a confession like that. It caused Ruby’s head to go blurry, trying to recall any signs during high school that would’ve told her Niall was into her. All she comes up with, is him, fuzzy in the background. Except now she can’t even see Harry in the memories, just the warm figure that was Niall.
She isn’t paying attention to her surroundings when Niall slams his door, startling her back to the present.
Of course she knocks and knocks and knocks, with no clue how to handle what he’s just said in the correct way but every intention on trying her best.
Eventually, after he turns on music to drown out her persistence, she has to stop.
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Pink is all Ruby sees when she wakes up. Pink walls and curtains and pillowcases and bedspread. It’s all the same shade, reminding her of the time she picked it out when she was young, dumb, and seventeen years old.
Her dad is really a one trick pony, if she’s honest. So he only knows how to wake her up in the annoying way - loud knocking and playful jokes.
“Hey, Ruby.” His head is peeking through the door, possibly protecting his body from any of the pillow throwing she is prone to. “Something has arrived for you.”
“Ugh. Okay. I’ll be out in a second.” She pulls the blankets over her head and waits for her dad to leave. The door latches closed and she groans into her pillow. It is nearly impossible for her to be in a good mood without eight hours of sleep. And after what happened with Niall the night before, she assumes saying she got one solid hour would be shooting too high.
Nevertheless, she rolls out of her bed and uses the hair tie from around her wrist to pull half of her bed head into a somewhat acceptable bun.
She is still stumbling down the hallway, emitting a groggy yawn when she is completely startled to find what her dad woke her up for… Or rather, who.
Niall is standing in her living room, wearing the same clothes as the night before. Her dad is in the kitchen next to her mom, both holding coffee cups and watching her come to an abrupt halt.
The two twenty four year olds look each other up and down. And it's Niall who breaks first, doing a soft smile as he sheepishly admits, “Well, Harry ended up calling me last night.”
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