“Carter, come here babe.” Niall held his arms out for a hug later on that night.
Carter stepped into his embrace and he wrapped his arms around her tightly. He kissed the top, boven of her head and sat down on the couch, placing her onto his lap.
“You alright now babe?” he asked as he stroked carter’s cheek gently.
“Yeah I’m fine.” She smiled. She cuddled into his chest and they watched Eastenders. “I love fatboy so much!” she swooned. “He’s not as good-looking as me, right?” Niall quizzed, narrowing his eyes at me. “No! Not at all dear!” she patted his head and giggled....