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writingthegoodwrite · 5 years ago

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Sunshine in the Moonlight

Minhyuk x Reader

A/N: mention of past accident and scars but nothing very descriptive. Needs some editing tomorrow, but not feeling so well tonight. I hope you enjoy! ☆

Word Count: 3,361

After your accident you didn’t get into relationships. You didn’t know how to let people in anymore. You’ve been seeing Minhyuk for nearly a year but as usual you were hesitant to make anything official. He accidentally sees your scars before you were ready to show them, then he starts spending more time working late nights. You decide to walk away so he doesn’t have to.

After picking up the supplies you needed for a photo shoot you were working on, you made a quick stop and picked up mango ice cream and Minhyuk’s favorite take-out.

You wanted to surprise him with a nice evening. It was Tuesday night and you always spent the night together. It was a date night of sorts and you wanted to make this one wonderful for you both.

It would be the last.

Pain twisted in your chest at the thought of walking away from him. You let out a ragged sigh as you pulled into the parking garage. You parked near the elevator and took a second to look at your reflection in the rear view mirror. You looked heartbroken.

“This is why you don’t get too close, y/n,” you said to your reflection, “It just isn’t in the cards for us.”

You rested your head on the steering wheel, trying to summon the energy to be happy for one final night with him.

You had been seeing Minhyuk weekly for just over a year. You never intended to make it a regular event, but he wasn’t one to take no for an answer.

You had worked on many shoots with him and the rest of the group as a stylist. After a few months they started bringing you in before appearances as well and you worked almost exclusively on Minhyuk and Shownu.

Shownu was quiet and polite, and Minhyuk was a talker. A total motor mouth. You got to know him pretty well, and vice versa. He didn’t just talk about himself but also asked questions as well. At this point he knew nearly everything about you.

He was very observant and asked early on why you always wore long sleeve shirts even when it was summer and you were clearly suffering from the humidity. You told him how you fell off a balcony and went fell into a glass table when you were a teenager. As a result, you had scars scattered across the front of your body. You didn’t like to answer questions about them or have people look at you differently. You told him that you were more comfortable keeping them to yourself for the time being, and he accepted that and didn’t push the subject.

For your birthday he gave you several beautiful short sleeved tops. On top of them was a note that said, For when you’re ready.

Underneath them was another, smaller note.

His phone number.

It started out with just texting. Silly pictures, goofy jokes, and increasingly ridiculous memes as you became more familiar with each other’s sense of humor.

One night while he was on tour overseas he “accidentally” video called you on Line.

The calls became a daily ritual, and he eventually convinced you to grab a coffee with him when he returned.

Weekly coffee slowly turned into lunch. Then lunch into dinner, until it evolved into takeout and movies at your place once a week.

He made it clear he wanted to be with you but he also insisted that he was happy just to spend time with you. He never pushed you for anything you weren’t ready for.

The first movie night you wore one of the shirts he gave you and the way his face lit up, you thought he might really be the one you could let into your heart.

He waited for you to make the first move and when you finally did, you wished you hadn’t waited so long. He made you believe in him. Trust him to see you. To really see you.

After you had recovered people started to treat you differently. You weren’t just y/n anymore. All they could see was your accident. Your boyfriend distanced himself from you, and your friends stopped inviting you out. You accidentally overheard your best friend say that she didn’t know how to act around you anymore, that it killed the mood having to see me “trying” so hard to be happy.

The thing was, you had been happy. Until that moment you had come to terms with your scars. It wasn’t easy in the slightest, but you were happy you still had your life and a chance at a future. It could have been so much worse.

It was after you heard what wasn’t meant for your ears that you started wearing clothes to cover yourself because you were sick of the looks of pity. In the end, you decided to finish your studies abroad. Go someplace where no one knew your past.

You created a new life for yourself. You threw yourself into your studies and work, and now 6 years later you were entirely self sufficient. You had even been thinking of finally telling Minhyuk that you were ready to maybe give a relationship a chance.

That was until he walked in on you coming out of the shower. He saw everything. He hadn’t known you were in there, he usually made it to your place before you got home. That evening you had finished work early and decided to take a quick shower before he got there so you could have extra time together. He had just arrived and went to use the bathroom when you were stepping out of the shower and reaching for your towel.

You could tell he was lost in thought most of the night. He tried to assure you that he looked away before he saw anything, but his silence worried you.

Over the course of the next week he wasn’t texting as much as usual, and he was spending a lot of late nights at the studio.

You tried not to worry, but your old insecurities started to creep back in.

You knew you couldn’t wait any longer, the ice cream would be melting. So you gathered your courage and your supplies and you took the elevator up to your floor.

You arms were full so you knocked your elbow a few times on the door hoping Minhyuk would come let you in. Your arms got tired waiting, so you set everything down so you could open the door.

It was locked. Weird, he always calls if he isn’t going to beat me here. Once you got everything inside and put away you dug your phone out of your bag to see if you had any missed calls.

Nothing.

You send him a quick text asking if he was alright.

Heyyyy! I think I left my newest lyric book at your place. It should be on your bedside table. Could you bring it to me? It’s gonna be a long night here. I’ll owe you one!!

Your heart sank. He never forgot date night. You sent him short response saying you’d check and then bring it after your shower.

You put all the food away, figuring you could reheat it for lunch for the next couple days. You took a longer shower than you intended and when you got out you didn’t even look in the mirror while you brushed your teeth and dried your hair. You put on your black hoodie and snoopy pajama shorts and slowly shuffled your way back to your room to get dressed.

You were in no hurry for this. You would just break it to him tonight that you needed some time for yourself.

It was the last thing you wanted. But maybe it was what you both needed.

You pushed your bedroom door open and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the shadow of someone sitting in your reading nook. The moon was shining in behind him, but you knew Minhyuk’s shape anywhere.

You gave a nervous laugh and said, “Ok, so what was up with the bogus text about your lyric book?” You gestured at the night stand and looked over to see there was no notebook there but he had something in his hand.

Your heart sank. “Oh…you came to get it yourself…” He must have not been able to wait. “I’m sorry I made you wait. I was just kinda…”

“Mad I missed date night?” His voice held a trace a laughter but also sounded nervous.

You started to deny it, but stopped yourself and nodded. “Yeah, a little maybe. Rehearsal run late?”

He looked nervous but his gaze held yours as he said, “No. Not exactly.” He patted the seat next to him. “We should talk.”

You honestly couldn’t say how your legs held you up as you walked over and sat on the cushioned seat next to him. You couldn’t focus. You were looking everywhere but at him. It was one thing for you to walk away from him, but you didn’t know if you could handle him being the one.

“Look I get it, ok?” You forced yourself to meet his gaze. “I get it. You don’t have to-” you searched for the right words.

It was Minhyuk’s turn to look thoroughly confused. “Wait, what do you get?”

You shrugged, “That it was more than you bargained for. I don’t blame you, alright?.”

The look of confusion was replaced with annoyance. “Blame me for what, exactly?” He placed a hand over the fist you hadn’t realized you made. “Why don’t you let me tell you what I’ve been doing so we can be on the same page.”

You unclenched your fist allowing him to turn your hand over and lace his fingers through yours, and then you took a deep breath. You nodded and waited for him to continue.

“After that night, I had a lot on my mind.” He looked down at your linked hands. “I had a lot of feelings, but I didn’t know how to express them properly.”

You closed your eyes and tried to gather your thoughts. You prepared for the worst.

“I made this for you.”

Your eyes snapped open and saw that Minhyuk was holding a small square package out to you. You opened the box and there was a CD inside.

You opened the case and saw the tracks titles were scrawled in Minhyuk’s handwriting around the edge of the disc.

They were some of your favorite songs, along one a few names you weren’t familiar with. He expressed his feelings in the way he was best at. Music.

“Is this what you’ve been working on?” He looked anxious for you to continue so you pulled out the paper from the case and read it. It had one line written on it.

I’m not going anywhere.

He knew all about what happened with your ex, and the issues you had because if your past. So he knew that this was something you needed to hear.

All the pain and insecurities that built up fell away and you couldn’t stop the tears you had been desperately trying to hold back. You clutched the CD and note to your chest as you attempted to steady your breathing.

Minhyuk’s eyes glittered in the moonlight and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you ok? What are you thinking?” He scooted closer and slipped a warm arm around your shoulders.

You laid your head down on his shoulder and whispered, “I just thought it was too much for you. You’ve been quiet, which is so not you, then I thought you forgot about tonight.”

When another rush of tears threatened to spill over Minhyuk turned you and wrapped his arms around you, “Come here.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back, hating to see you cry. “Shhhhh…hey hey, you have nothing to be self conscious about with me. Not ever. You hear me?”

You nodded into his shoulder and waited for your heartbeat to slowly return to normal.

Minhyuk pulled back and placed a hand on each shoulder, waiting until you raised your eyes to his. “No. Y/n, really. I need you to hear me. Your past doesn’t define you. These scars don’t define you. They are a part of you, but not all of you.”

You smiled and placed your hands over his and gave them a squeeze. “I hear you. It’s gonna take some time, but I hear you.”

Finding you were able to focus again, you noticed another box on the sill behind Minhyuk.

He followed your eyes and looked back at you with a tentative smile. He pulled out a sleep mask and held it up. “I wanted to try something.” He raised an eyebrow, “Do you trust me?”

For the first time in years you didn’t feel a single ounce of hesitation. “Yes. Absolutely.”

His eyes sparkled in the light and his smile was so bright you couldn’t help but smile in return.

Minhyuk reached forward to place the mask over your head but hesitated before bringing it down over your eyes. “Still OK?”

Your curiosity was piqued, “Go ahead.”

He settled the mask over your eyes and brought his hands down to take both of yours in his. He ran his thumbs over the back of your hands and you felt the seat shift as he got up. “Alright, can you stand up for me?”

He pulled you to your feet and you smiled when he placed one hand on your side to keep you steady.

His other hand held the zipper to your hoodie, but he didn’t make a move. “May I?”

You took his hand and pulled it along with the zipper down. You felt your skin heat up as Minhyuk slipped his cool hands under the shoulders of your hoodie and ran his hands down your arms letting it slip to the floor.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for a reaction. The silence was deafening. “Umm….Hyuk? You ok?”

He let out the breath he had been holding, “I’m sorry, it’s just…your skin in the moonlight…”

Within his short pause your mind finished the sentence a thousand different ways.

“You’re stunning, y/n.” He pulled you back to the nook and helped you sit down. “Be my canvas?”

“Your what?” You heard some light clacking as he dug around in the box of supplies he had. Your eyes fluttered shut behind the mask as he ran a paintbrush across your collarbone. “Alright then, where do you want me?”

“Lay back against the pillows. I need the moonlight to see.”

You settled yourself against the pillows and relaxed, waiting to see what happened next.

Minhyuk put the CD on low before coming back and sitting next to you on the cushions. “Lean toward me?”

You started to turn towards him and you felt him slip a pillow under your right side. He knows how your hip bothers you, and it touched your heart that he always made sure you were comfortable.

He sang quietly along with the music while he ran different paintbrushes along your skin. Goosebumps raised up along your arms as he continued the long languid strokes.

The brushing stopped and you heard what sounded like a lid coming off a jar. Your back arched when you felt the paintbrush return to your skin, now having been dipped into a cool paint.

You gave yourself over to the sensations he brought out in you. Not only the tingles and shivers you felt from the brushing, but this new sense of freedom, the realization that you could truly trust him.

Then a dark thought suddenly came unbidden out of left field. He’s just hiding your scars with paint…

All of a sudden couldn’t feel the brush strokes anymore. You felt nauseous. You sat up, knocking Minhyuk out of your way. You knew he meant well, and you don’t want to hurt him but you couldn’t help the tears that start to fall.

He saw the tears slipping under the mask and immediately removed it. “Baby, what is it? What’s the matter?” His voice cracked and he was visibly shaken. He gently wiped the tears away as they slipped down your cheeks.

You closed your eyes, afraid to look down. “What are you doing, Hyuk?” You needed to hear his words, so you could figure out how to process what was happening.

He reached off the side and grabbed your hoodie off of the floor and placed it over your shoulders. “Do you remember the first shoot we did together?”

You opened your eyes and pondered the question. “Of course, I mean, I remember parts of it.”

“Remember how I asked you to try to help me hide some of my insecurities?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at the memory, he had been so nervous early on. “You just lacked confidence.”

“And you told me to trust you. You helped me own my insecurities and find my confidence.”

“I just believed in you,” you narrowed your eyes slightly, “but what does that have to do with anything?”

“What did you tell me you were doing, when you styled me and didn’t let me hide?” Minhyuk stood up and held his hands out for you.

You cautiously placed your hands in his and allowed him to help you up. “I don’t remember…”

He cupped your face in his hands and his eyes were warm and patient as they held yours, “You told me you were highlighting my strengths.” He turned you around to face the standup mirror by the wall.

You took a deep breath in and out before looking up to your reflection. Your heart caught in your chest at what you saw.

He hadn’t covered your scars at all but drew delicate patterns beside them. Swirling lines that mirrored the same curves and lines. In between them he made little star bursts made of gold glitter.

It was beautiful.

You looked beautiful.

Minhyuk pushed your hair off to the side and pressed a warm kiss to the side of your neck. His voice was husky as he whispered, “You are perfect to me.”

You let your hoodie fall to the floor and leaned back against his chest enjoying his warmth against your back.

He wrapped one arm snug around your waist and the other across your chest, his fingers playing with the skin between your neck and shoulder. “You know you inspire me? Every single day. You’ve helped me become a better man, y/n.”

Your gaze met his in the mirror and you were shocked to see tears shining on his cheeks. You leaned your forehead on his cheek and closed your eyes, savoring the moment.

“You’re the first person that’s made me want to try a relationship. The first person to really make me feel attractive.” He turned to press a kiss to your forehead. “So how about it?”

You leaned back so you could see his face, “How about what?”

“How about you and me give us a shot?” His brows knit together with worry while he waited for your reply.

“How about some cold take out and a horror movie and then we talk?” You winked and pulled him toward the living room. “I have a date that I’m late for.”

Minhyuk stepped up and pulled you close, capturing your lips with his for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry for worrying you this past week. I just had to find a way to show you that I’m all in if you’re willing to give me a chance.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and enjoyed his steady heartbeat against your ear. “I am all in, Min.” You pulled back and pointed a finger at his chest, “However, if you recount this story to the rest of the group, I was wearing something more sophisticated than an old bra and snoopy shorts. Are we clear?”

He couldn’t stop smiling. You could nearly see his wisdom teeth, he was smiling so big. “Crystal.”

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years ago

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Look At Me

A/N: The second Halloween fic. I had high hopes for this, but ended up cutting a lot to save y’all from a 10,000 world one-shot. Still, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at spooky (?) things.

Warnings: Horror themes. Not proofread...yet.

Word Count: 5,074

In a year of firsts for the young couple, Chadwick and Tasha had finally arrived at the eight-month mark of their relationship and a beloved tradition for them: Halloween. In college, Tasha was known to drag Chadwick to parties across the campus, often convincing him to attend despite his general disdain for the holiday. To him, dressing up in an uncomfortable costume to stand around and maybe dance for a few hours wasn’t worth hassle. For Tasha, the fun of dressing up and stepping outside of normal life was exciting.

This year, however, the roles had mysteriously reversed. Chadwick was excited to put together the Laura Winslow and Steve Urkel couple’s costume he had spent weeks preparing while Tasha seemed to be on edge. The unsettling suspicion that this year was not normal sat on her shoulders like a heavy cloak, and she couldn’t shake the feeling.

Even as she stood in the mirror examining her outfit from all angles, the thought passed through her mind in a never-ending loop.

“Oooooh, Laura,” Chadwick sang, putting on a nasally tone to embody Steve Urkel's essence. Tasha rolled her eyes and continued to stare in the mirror to judge the length of her skirt in the back. Chadwick rested his body against the door frame for a moment, admiring the woman in front of him. “Wow, you look nice. The short wig reminds me of how big your head was back then.”

“Hardy-har-har, Aaron. Aren’t you just the comedian this evening.”

Chadwick took immediate note of Tasha’s despondent tone and quirk a bushy brow over the frame of his glasses, “You okay, Co? This is your thing, but you’ve been out of it all day. Wanna talk about it?”

“I just - I don’t know. Forget it,” she answered while waving him off. “It’s all in my head.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.” Chadwick watched Tasha move around the bedroom in curious silence as she searched for items to stick into her purse. “So, where are we going again? And who all is coming? You haven’t given me any details yet.”

“It’ll be the usual suspects. Me, you, your friends....my friends.”

“Your friends like who?” Tasha could sense that her fiance was being vague on purpose, but would not let him skate by without providing answers.

“Shit…you know, friends!”

“Are any of these friends Maurice? The one I can’t stand.”

“No!”

“You’re lying,” Tasha accused, eyeing him closely to catch a glimpse of the subtle signs that pointed to his dishonesty. Sure enough, his left hand flew to the back of his neck to fiddle with the coiled hairs at the nape, a sure-fire indication that he was being less than truthful.

“What? I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Then you better stop talking now, because all I hear is a lie.”

Accepting defeat, Chadwick moved to kneel in front of his lady to begin the second phase of the begging process. “Hear me out, baby. I know you and him don’t see eye to eye, b-”

“Say it how it is. I don’t like him. He’s an egotistical asshole who always gets his “friends” into problems that they end up solving because he is too inept to figure them out by himself. Now, you may continue.”

“Damn, that’s how you really feel?”

“I was holding back for your sake. I can keep going if you want me to.”

“No,” Chadwick exclaimed to stop the onslaught of less than savory comments he was expecting to receive. “I’ll pass, thank you. I promise, though, nothing will happen. The first moment you get uncomfortable, we’ll leave. Deal?”

“Can I get that in writing?”

“Only if I can get a kiss.” A short stare-off between the two preceded and gentle kiss and a few giggles from Tasha. “I promise, nothing will happen tonight.”

“You damn right. Not as long as I have something to say about it. Now, if you don’t mind, please step to the side. You’re squishing my sneakers.”

Looking down, Chadwick noticed his knee creating a dent at the toe of Tasha’s Nike’s that were peeking from beneath the bed. Now presented the perfect opportunity to debut what he’s been working on all day.

A sneaky smirk spread across his face as he locked eyes with Tasha. She knew that look all too well. He was about to unleash something silly that would either annoy her or send her into a fit of giggles.

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m saying it.”

“Please, no.”

“Too late,” he smiled, taking a pause for dramatic effect. “Did I do that?”

“You said it. That’s it. We’re staying here.”

“Wait, no,” Chadwick called after Tasha as she made her way into the Master bathroom. “I was joking, baby. I won’t say it again!”

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Tasha watched trees pass the window in large green blurs, trying to ignore the churning in her gut that she thought she’d gotten rid of before leaving the house. Chadwick’s hand rested comfortably on her thigh in an attempt to soothe his fiance without words. If had known that coordinating Halloween antics with Maurice would make her this upset, he would’ve settled for the industry party he was invited to. Unfortunately, it was too late.

“You’re listening to KFI AM 640 where we give you more stimulating talk. Hey, look, before you go out with your friends or your lady to celebrate Spooky Season as the kids call it, let this tidbit of information set the mood.”

Talk radio, or any radio for that matter, playing in the car was a rarity for Chadwick. He preferred his curated old school hip-hop and classic r&b stations across the popular streaming platforms. Had his mind been focused on the sounds around him, he would’ve changed the settings and reconnected to the Bluetooth.

“Today, Halloween, is the 25th anniversary of the Castleberry Murders. All you transplants and tourist don’t know what that is, but around here, the Castleberry Estate is off limits. The story goes like this. John Castleberry, son of Diane and Elias Castleberry was a soft-spoken kid that didn’t get much attention from his parents because of their acting careers. When he turned 21, he decided he was fed up with his parents’ treatment and murdered his family in their sleep. According to police reports and documentaries, the murder was so gruesome, detectives refused to enter the crime scene.”

“Aaron, turn that off,” Tasha requested, snapping Chadwick out of his thoughts.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Wanna know what the craziest part about all this is? John was never caught. There’s people that say he still lives in the city limits. Others say he works in the film industry overseas to get the attention his parents never gave hi-”

“That’s what’s wrong. Turn it off!”

“It’s just a story, Co. It’s probably not even true.”

“That’s not the point. Please, turn it off.”

“Okay, okay.” Chadwick relented with no further protest. Using the directional pad on his steering wheel, he attempted to change the station but found that the system wasn’t responding.

“I’m out of here in a few, but here are some spooky toons to hold you until I get back.”

“Chadwick!”

“Fuck, I’m trying! It won’t switch the station.”

“There is someone walking behind you...” Vocals from The Vogues meant to serve as a romantic reminder filled the front seat with chilling energy that neither passenger had ever felt before. “There is someone watching your footsteps. Turn around, look at me.”

“Please! I’m scared!”

Chadwick struggled with the knob on the radio to no avail, leaving the song to play and distort under its own power. Having had enough of fighting with the object, the palm of his hand collided with the button to shut the system down completely.

Tasha’s labored breaths became the only sound for several moments as she fought to stop her heart from playing a deafening concerto in her ears.

“I-I don’t know what happened. I guess it’s time for maintenance,” Chadwick whispered more to himself than to anyone else. The car came to a slow stop at a red light, giving him the chance to turn and look Tasha. “You okay?”

“No! I am not okay. I’m everything, but okay, right now.”

“Calm down, T.”

“Calm down?! Are you serious, Chadwick? You don’t any of this strange?”

“I told you that it’s time for maintenance. Look,” he added before pointing to the digital dashboard. “Right there. The light just came on.”

Tasha leaned forward for a better look to confirm Chadwick’s findings. Sure enough, an amber light stood out among the rest to indicate the car needed to be serviced as soon as possible.

“Everything is gonna be okay, baby. You gotta trust me.” Chadwick was careful with his movements as he reached over the middle console to interlace his fingers with Tasha’s. Bringing her hands to his mouth, he places a tender kiss to her knuckles. “We’re having fun tonight. Don’t let that trash ass song and fake story ruin our good time.”

Chadwick’s goofy smile and the playful twinkle in his eyes helped to release some of the tension Tasha was holding, leading to an audible sigh of relief.

“Whatever. But, Aaron, I swear if I start feeling weird again -”

“We have to leave. I know, baby. I plan to keep my word.”

“Mhmm,” she mumbled between pecks from Chadwick. “We’ll see. Focus on catching this light before I have to smack this old ass lady. Go around us, damn!”

Directions provided by Siri led the couple to a run-down venue surrounded by unkempt shrubbery. This time, it was Chadwick’s turn to battle with an uneasy feeling as he took a look around the property for any sign of life.

“Let me guess, Maurice told you about this place, huh?”

“Don’t start, Co.”

“That’s what you should’ve told his dumb ass,” Tasha ranted under her breath. “Should I call him and let him know we won’t be staying or will you do the honors?”

“Give him time to show up, then we’ll tell him. I want to hear his explanation in person.”

“You really wanna sit here and watch him those beady eyes look back you and tell you a lie? Couldn’t be me.”

“Tasha, chill.” Chadwick’s was patience was wearing thin with his friend and sarcastic comments from the peanut gallery were not helping the cause. Though Tasha had more comments to unleash, a line of cars entering the lot kept them tucked behind her full lips. “See, we were just early. I’ll ask him what happened.”

“So, I can’t say anything?”

“Nothing.”

“Not even a little bit? Just a teeny tiny bit?”

Pulling his hand back into the care after waving Maurice over, Chadwick turned to give Tasha a stern look. “Nothing. Nada. Let me handle it and we can go.” Tasha’s desire to leave as soon as possible outweighed her need to chastise a grown man though she would’ve loved to hand Maurice a piece of her mind. Instead, she busied herself with social media apps while her man handled the issue.

The faint buzz of the windows rolling down filled the air until Chadwick’s recent friend dressed as Lucky from Poetic Justice was able to return Chadwick’s handshake inside the car.

“Aye man, what type of shit you got us at?”

“Me? You sent the text message with the directions. I was just about to ask you the same shit.”

“Bullshit. I didn’t even know this place existed. I got a text from an unknown number saying it was you and you had to get a new phone or something.”

“Nah, that can’t be right. This what you sent me this morning.” Maurice pulled his cell phone from his pocket to open is message app and show Chadwick the contents of the text he received earlier. “It’s all you brotha. I was just following directions.”

“Wha-,” Chadwick muttered, unable to finish his sentence as he read the message for the third time. While the contact name and number belonged to him, the message did not. “I didn’t send that. Here, you can look for yourself.”

Maurie copied Chadwick’s previous actions and read over the text message before handing the phone back to his friend. “I don’t know what the hell goin’ on, but we ain’t ‘bout to stay and try to figure the shit out. Y’all trynna hit up Avalon. My homeboy said he could get us in if we get there by 10.”

“That cool with you, baby,” Chadwick asked looking in your direction.

“Oh,” you started, feigning shock at being acknowledged. “Can I talk now, Master?”

Rolling his eyes, he rotated his head against the headrest to refocus his attention on Maurice.

“We’re coming. Just lead the way.” A short handshake to end the conversation sent Maurice to the other cars to relay the information. Chadwick focused on damage control and determining the new cause of Tasha’s attitude in the meantime. “What’s wrong with you now?”

“I’m fine. Ecstatic. Wonderful. Couldn’t be happier!”

“Stop, T. You’re not fine.”

“I just find it funny how he can suggest a new idea and you trip over yourself to make it happen, but I say I wanna stay home because I’m uncomfortable and it’s a big deal.” Chadwick opened his mouth to speak but was stopped before he could rattle of an excuse. “Save it. Start the car up so we can go.”

More interested in dropping the bubbling argument than ruining the remainder of the night, Chadwick turned the key in the ignition to restart the car. Instead of expected purr of the engine, their ears were met with a stalling sound and a hollow clunk. Several subsequent tries yielded the same results until there were no sounds at all.

Maurice and the remainder of the group faced the same issue, trying over and over to start their engines with no success.

“Yours down too, man,” Cedric, another member of the group called from his Porsche. “I just got this shit. It shouldn’t be acting like this.”

“This ain’t even my whip. The dealership gave me this until my car was finished in the shop. Keisha, get them niggas on the phone.”

“It’s Saturday at 9:30 pm, jackass,” Maurice’s wife called from the passenger side of their vehicle. “Ain’t nobody answering the damn phone.”

“We can take a look at it real quick and call somebody if we need to. Stay in here, T. This shouldn’t take long.”

Collectively, Cedric, Maurice, and Chadwick crowded around the hood of Maurice’s BMV to figure out the problem. When no answers turned up to explain how three different cars were suffering the same fate, Chadwick resorted to technology.

“Baby, see if we have cell phone service around here.”

“I already did. I have some, but not enough to hold a call.”

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “We don’t have service over here. Anybody else workin’ with something?”

Answers scattered across the group all ended with the same conclusion: there was no cell phone service, and seemingly no other hope but to walk until they could find help.

“Fuck it. There’s a cell phone tower going that way,” Maurice pointed out as he motioned ahead of the group. “If we all walk in the direction together, somebody gotta get some bars in the bitch.”

“Walk? In these shoes. Hell no,” Shameeka, Cedric’s girlfriend protested.

“Okay then, girl, stay by yourself. C’mon, Aaron. I don’t like the way this is turning out, so the quicker we figure out what’s happening, the quicker we can get out of here.”

Once the entire group agreed to walk together, the plan was set in motion. As Maurice suspected, the signal strength on everyone’s cell phone did increase. For once, it seemed as if the usually clueless grown man was able to figure out a problem.

“I got some bars,” Shameeka announced. “Baby, should I make the call or s-” A shrill scream cut the young woman’s inquiry short as the ground beneath her caved in. There was no opportunity to react before her body plummeted to steep fall, ending in a blood curdling scream and crunch that was sure to result in several broken bones.

“Yo, what fuck! Meeka! Meeka, can you hear me?” Cedric desperately shouted for his woman to respond, but no answer was returned.

A quick look over the hole left behind revealed two things: whatever she had fallen into was an orchestrated trap and Shameeka wouldn’t be responding anytime soon. Her body lay lifeless and horribly disfigured from the fall. The sight was too much for Tasha to handle, leaving her to bury her face into Chadwick’s chest.

“What the fuck, man? I ain’t come out for this shit. What’s going on.”

“Welcome to the Castleberry Estate,” as sinister voice began over unseen loudspeakers. “Are you ready for your close up?”

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck,” Keisha chanted. “Fuck, we gon’ die. We gon’ fuckin’ die and it’s your fault, Maurice!”

“I ain’t do shit! This was Chad’s idea.”

“Why the hell would I set us up to die, idiot? Just because you got us in some stupid shit doesn’t mean you can pass it off on me,” Chadwick accused as he began pacing in place. “I should’ve listen to Tasha. Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. You were right.”

“Shh,” Chatter and movement stopped at Tasha’s request as she came to a disturbing realization. “Did you hear what he said. The Castleberry Estate. The one from the-”

“Radio,” Chadwick finished. “It’s the story from the radio.”

“Y’all heard that too. We tried to change the station, but it - it wouldn’t work.”

“Ah, you all have gotten my invitation. I’m happy to have you here.”

“He can hear us,” Keisha questioned in fear.

“Of course I can hear you. I can see you as well. I’ve been able to see all of you for a while now. I’m glad you could make it.”

“What do you want from us?”

“Oh, the answer to that is simple, Chadwick. Perform...or die.”

“What? Why?”

“For years I watched my parents get sucked into the evil world of filmmaking. Everyday they would forget about me to make movies for audiences would never meet. Years later, all of you continue to engage in the same filth! And for what? To torment me day in day out with the same senseless babble that my parents started?”

Running his long fingers through the coils atop his head, Chadwick tried to make sense of the information being relayed to him from an unknown source.

“But what does that have to do with us? You got your revenge already!”

“I merely started my revenge. Tonight, I continue my quest to exterminate the industry one person at a time.”

Standing to his feet, Cedric took one last look at his girlfriend before addressing the group. “Man, fuck this. I’m leaving. Y’all can sit here and let this nigga with Mommy and Daddy issues scare y’all, but I’m going to find some help!”

“No, Ced, wait!”

Trying to stop him was futile. Cedric’s attempt to escape was shut down in seconds following an assumed rifle shot to the back of the head. Too afraid to make a sound, Tasha felt the wind rush out of her body as her knees gave out beneath her.

“There is no escape, but if anyone else would like to try, be my guest. I’ll try to make your death as painless as possible.”

Wails of terror interfered with Chadwick’s ability to process rational thoughts while he searched for a solution. The group of six had been cut down by two in a matter of minutes, leaving no discernable way of the clutches of the madman coordinating a sinister home movie.

“All we have to do is perform,” Chadwick shouted into the night sky to God knows who.

“Ding, ding, ding! The script is prepared. Stick to the role and you could make it out alive. Are you ready for your first scene?”

Chadwick scanned the leftover members of the group of the group hoping for any guidance on what they should do next. His comfort came from Tasha who had finally recovered from her dizzy spell to grab his hand.

A simple head nod was her way of agreeing to whatever he decided. If they were going to get through this, they would need each other. Maurice fought to calm his wife’s hysterical crying while Chadwick readied himself to provide an answer.

“The clock is ticking. Do we have a deal, or should I audition someone else?”

“We-we have a deal. Give us the first instructions.”

A dark laugh boomed across the lawn of the estate, bouncing from rickety iron fence to flickering light pole and back again.

“Wonderful. This first scene is improv. I’m sure you’re familiar with that Ms. Comedian,” the voice chuckled in reference to Keisha. “I’ve seen your shows, but I’m not impressed. Maybe you could redeem yourself here. The task is simple. Someone has to burn and you have 10 minutes to figure out who before I decide for you. The materials are in the front parlor of the house. And...action!”

The group exchanged looks steeped in terror and confusion before making a mad dash for the inside of the house. Swinging open the door put the gang face to face with the pungent odor of decay and waste. As promised, the short walk to the front parlor led them to an array of burning devices ranging from small fire to full-blown blaze.

“Eight minutes, people. Seven minutes fifty-nine... fifty-eight.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“I don’t wanna die, Mo! Please, don’t make me do this!”

“You not gon’ die, baby, I swear. Let us figure it out real quick. C’mon, we gotta figure this shit out! We gotta figure this shit out, man! Help, Chad!”

“Fuck, okay, let’s think!”

“We don’t have time for that shit. One of us is gonna fuckin’ die if we don’t figure this shit out.”

“Look,” Tasha shouted. “There’s some type of mannequin in the corner. Give me your dress!”

“What?”

“Do you wanna live or die?” Keisha studied Tasha’s face for a moment before silently slipping out of the red replica of Tina Turner’s iconic dress that covered her brown skin.

Tasha worked in relative silence while the group watched her dress and hang the mannequin from the ceiling. She was careful to angle the rigged body in a precise manner, though the reason was unknown to those around her. Ripping a piece of the curtain, she tucked the tattered fabric into the dress before turning to Maurice.

“Douse the end of this in the fluid and light it with a match. Don’t stand too close.” Tasha then turned her attention to Keisha to silently direct her to stand in the corner of the room and remain silent.

“Why can’t you do it?”

“Just shut the fuck up and do it dumbass. Do you wanna die in here tonight?”

Maurice seemed to give the idea serious thought until Keisha cleared her throat to get his attention. With a nudge from his wife, Maurice did as he was told. The blaze was bright enough to force the group to shield their eyes and it engulfed the mannequin before anyone could process what had just happened.

Seconds after the deed was done, feedback from the speakers made way for the voice on the other end.

“Now, that was a production. Well done, team. Keisha was a kind woman. I’m sure someone in the world will miss her. Are we ready for the second scene?” The voice waited for an answer but did not receive one. “A quiet bunch, I see. No worries. One of you won’t be so quiet during this next one. Down the hallway, you will find a bathroom. Let’s stage a peaceful night in gone wrong. I want to see sparks fly, Mr. Director. You have fifteen minutes until showtime!”

“Wait! Who is Mr. Director?”

Chadwick received no reply from the voice on the other end, only an ominous laugh and the soft thud of a microphone hitting a flat surface.

“T, what the fuck just happened back there.”

Looking around, Tasha took a step to her left and point to her mouth. “You have to read my lips,” she mouthed without sound. “There are cameras. Five of them. He can see and hear us. You have to stay out of the way.”

“How,” Chadwick questioned.

“Pay attention to me. I’ll tell you where to stand.”

All nodded in agreement before allowing Tasha to take the lead and usher them out of the room. A dingy bathroom not suitable for human visitor living or dead became the next set of the horror movie being filmed at their expense. Again, Tasha instructed Keisha to stand out of the way of the camera she had detected upon entry.

“Mo, I think you’re Mr. Director. This is your scene.”

“Oh my God,” he groaned, distraught at the revelation.

“Listen to me, maybe you can get out of this alive, but you gotta get in that tub.”

Maurice hesitated for a moment as fear paralyzed his body. Stepping out of eyesight, Tasha gave him careful instructions to enter the worn-in bathtub.

“You’re going to have to act. Aaron,” she mouthed from the corner. “Start the water.”

Chadwick hurriedly followed instructions as he tried his hardest to maintain a neutral expression without looking to Tasha for help.

“Keep your eyes forward,” she warned Maurice with a hand signal. “Two taps and then you shake.”

The plan was simple. Tasha would walk by the tub to knock the old radio close enough to the basin to make it look like it entered the water. A subtle tap to Maurice’s shoulder would alter him to begin the most important acting role of his life to make the death believable.

With the plan in motion, she expected everything to go as planned. What she didn’t count on was Keisha being unaware of what was happening around her. Genuine fear of her husband being electrocuted in front of her eyes terrified her into making an ill-fated decision.

As Tasha began the motion to knock the radio “into” the bathtub, Keisha lunged forward to stop the motion. Her effort to save her man became their demise as she mistakenly caused the device to fall into the murky water, sealing their painful death.

The smell of burning breath pulled the contents of Chadwick’s stomach forward as he doubled over to relieve himself of the nausea that had taken over.

“Wow, Tasha, I must say that I didn’t expect this from you. Chadwick maybe, but never you. I guess I had you pegged all wrong.” The voice from the speakers was louder and clearer than before. The disfigured and frightening man beyond the shadows emerged from an unknown area wielding a large knife. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”

“Please, just let us out of here,” she pleaded, feeling the tears she’s been holding back pricking the back of her eyes.

“No can do, Princess. See, I was going to let you be the one to make it out of here. I’ve been watching you, and I like you. You’re not apart of this shit show industry and you’re smart. Almost too smart.”

Chadwick stood frozen in fear as the assailant, assumed to be John Castleberry, used his free hand to apply overwhelming pressure the area covering Tasha’s trachea. A pained gasp from the love his life nearly brought Chadwick to his knees.

“Not her! Please! Let me switch with her.”

“Oh don’t worry, Chadwick. Your time will come. First, you have to suffer.” A Cheshire grin spread across John’s face as he pressed the cold blade to her throat, drawing blood with every movement.

“Stop!”

“It’s over, baby,” Tasha whispered through her tears. “Run, Aaron! Don’t worry about me. It’s my turn to save you. I’ll see you soon. I-I love you.”

Chadwick watched the blade continue its journey across Tasha’s neck as he screamed a plea at the man metaphorically ripping his heart from his chest.

“No! Stop! Please, stop,” he chanted. “Stop!”

“Aaron! Aaron! Boy, would you shut up? I’m trying to sleep!”

Chadwick should up from the bed in a cold sweat, his eyes darting to each corner of the room to decipher his surroundings. Beside him, sporting a cold glare and the bonnet that he never thought he’d be excited to see, Tasha lay propped on her elbow to face him.

“Are we at home?”

“We’re both in your house, but I’m about to go back to mine if you don’t let me sleep. I have to work in the morning and you in here running from demons.”

Chadwick released a sigh of relief and a short laugh that confused Tasha.

“Baby, I had a dream that someone was about to kill you and make me watch. It felt so...so real!”

“I’d take a bullet to the head if it meant I could get some rest. Sweating all over on my side and shit. Are you finished with your Nightmare on Elm Street or should I go sleep in the other room.”

“I’m good,” he answered trying to convince himself more than Tasha. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

“Take as much time as you need. Maybe stay in the there for the next six hours. Sheesh.”

Chadwick let out another laugh at her antics. Relief began to replace fear as he entered his bathroom to compose himself. He was safe with the love of his life beside him after the most traumatic dream he’d ever had, and he couldn’t be happier.

Splashing a handful of cold water on his face, the sound of a car passing the house did little to get his attention.

“There is someone walking behind you…”

The tune playing from the vehicle made his body hot with anticipation as the memories he wanted to forget came back with a vengeance. His palms flew to cover his ears, hoping to drown out the sound and stop the images running through his head. His body crumbled to the ground in a heap as he backed himself into a corner.

“Fuck, no! Stop!”

“There is someone watching your footsteps. Turn around, look at me. Look at me. Look at me…”

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Just For Us

Chapter Eleven

Liam and I took the train to Reading earlier that Friday evening, with Niall driving over later after his scheduled practice ended to meet up with us at some local pub. The festival was the next day and with Liam already having secured two hotel rooms adjacent to each other, we decided to make a longer trip of it and leave a day early, hitting up this nice little grub and pub. Some good food and equally as good drinks, it was nice getting to finally relax and to also see Liam letting loose a bit. It had been awhile since I had seen him like this, a little bit sloshed and his inhibitions down, and it brought me back to when we had first started dating. The thing was, when I met Liam he had just started uni and was a bit of a party boy, his drinking couldn’t match Niall’s by any means, but he sure did try and keep up to the best of his ability. He was loud and fun and silly, a huge flirt with his big doe eyes and heart stopping smile; he could charm the pants off any girl that he wanted.

I guess you could say that’s how he bagged me. I hadn’t had much experience dating guys by the time I decided to move from Birmingham. I had just turned 20, dropped out of uni and left home to try and follow my dream of opening my own yoga studio and quickly fell right into a relationship with him, not even a few weeks after getting settled in London. He was everything I was looking for, everything that I needed at the time. He was sweet and supportive, caring, thoughtful and an absolute joy to be around. He was unlike any boy that I had known back home and that in itself had attracted me to him right away.

I had felt a connection to him that, at that time, I had yet to feel towards anyone else.

Until Niall.

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Stumbling back to the rooms sometime past 2am, I desperately tried to keep Liam quiet, the alcohol having really done him in as Niall struggled to lug his heavy body through the corridors of the hotel and into our room before swiftly dropping him to the bed. Laughing at his inebriated state, I ran my fingers through my hair, mindlessly twisting at the ends as I looked down to see Liam completely sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed with a goofy smile on his face.

“He seemed to have fun,” Niall commented, perching his hands on his slim hips and glancing over at me.

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “A bit too much probably.”

Niall snorted, pinching his one eye shut as he waved me off. “Never too much.”

“You would say that,” I snipped, reaching out to give him a soft push on his shoulder as I rolled my eyes.

Shooting me a half smirk as his clear blue eyes dragged over my face and down the length of my body, I felt the heat pulse up to my cheeks from the way he was staring at me and I hastily shifted my eyes to the floor. God damn these butterflies! “You gonna be okay?” he asked me, keeping his voice settled at a mere whisper.

Flicking my stare over to him through the corners of my eyes, I gingerly nodded my head as I bit at my lip. “Yeah, we’ll be fine,” I said, furrowing my brow and looking back over at Liam on the bed, who had already begun snoring, “Just gonna…get him tucked into bed, I guess.”

“Alright then,” he said, taking in a huge breath as he ran his hand through the front of his messy hair, “I’m, uh, I’ll just be over there - he pointed towards the room next to us - so, if ya need anythin’…” I watched his eyes dart with mine, his lips pursing a bit. “Just give me a ring, yeah.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned my chin into my hunched shoulder, giving him a small smile as I scrunched up my nose at him. “Thanks, Ni.”

He breathed out a tiny grin and leaned towards me, placing his hand at the curve of my lower back as he gently rested the side of his face to mine. “Anytime, petal,” he whispered in my ear, my eyes fluttering as he turned his face to push his pink lips to my cheek. He let them linger at my soft skin for a moment longer then needed, my breaths hitching in my chest with every second that his calloused fingers stayed curled into the bottom of my top, eager to keep me as close to him for as long as he could.

Hearing Liam shift on the bed with a loud grunt pushing from his throat, Niall quickly pulled away and stepped around me, my eyes flying open to peer at him over my shoulder as he left the room without a word. With a deep sigh puffing out past my lips, I looked back over at Liam, letting my arms slump down by my sides as I slowly stepped over to him to begin removing his shoes.

“Oh my God,” I grumbled out in a groggy voice, my eyes blinking heavily to accustom to the bright light that was filtering out from the bathroom. “What time is it? Liam?” Rolling over in the bed, I pinched my eyes shut a bit, struggling to focus on the luminescent red numbers that flashed on the digital clock beside the hotel bed. I could hear Liam shuffling loudly around the room. “It’s 5:30 in the morning, Liam, what are you doing?”

“My boss rang me,” he huffed out, my stare flicking over to where he was standing at the end of the bed, shoving his dirty clothes from the previous night back into his bag. “I gotta go into work.”

Knitting my brows, my mouth hung open as I glared at him, my hand slapping down to my thigh. “What? Now?” I squeaked out. “Are you kidding me? It’s a fucking Saturday!”

“Dessie,” he sighed, pulling the zipper closed on his travel bag, “they got a bunch of new evidence in and my boss, she needs me to go in and help her question some new clients, fill out paperwork and shit…if I leave now, I can probably catch the next train and make it there before–”

“Liam, this whole trip was your fucking idea!” I said to him, my voice going stern as I cut him off, “And now you’re just…just gonna leave?”

Pressing his eyes closed for a moment, he pulled his lips in a line and reached up to run the flat of his hand over his head. “Love, I’m sorry, I can’t…” he paused, stepping over to me and catching my stare, “I have to go in. They’ll fire me if I don’t, you know that.”

Letting out a groan, I rolled my eyes closed and thumped my head back into the pillow, using my hands to bunch it up around my face. “What am I supposed to do now?” I grumbled, my voice muffled by the material as I kept my eyes closed tight.

Liam shuffled back down to the end of the bed to grab his bag. “Niall’s still here, Dessie,” he informed me, swinging the strap of the bag over his broad shoulder. “You two go to the festival, have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Not saying a word to him in return, he walked back over to me and leaned down to press a kiss to my temple, my face pushing into the softness of the pillow before he stood back up and peered down at me. “Just get a ride home with Niall. It’ll be fine. Love you.”

And with that, he left. The hotel room door closed behind him, the silence of the empty room billowing around me and becoming almost deafening. I pulled the covers closer to my chin, curling up on my side as my disrupted sleep easily began to creep back up on me.

Niall wasn’t surprised at all to find out that Liam had gotten called back into work and had to head back home. I guess I shouldn’t have been either. This was typical and one would think I would’ve been used to it by then. We grabbed a nice breakfast before heading off to the music festival, Niall mumbling something about ‘you shouldn’t have to put up with that shite’ when I began complaining about Liam having to, once again, bail out of our plans. I gave him a stern look, but quickly laughed it off as he then made a stupid face at me, completely blowing any seriousness of the moment right out of the window.

We had an absolute blast at the festival. Blaring music from some obscure artists that we barely knew, lots of pints going around and plenty of laughs between us as we watched random people become drunker by the hour and completely lose themselves in the music. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had had such a fun and relaxing time.

By the time the first act came on, I had pretty much forgotten about Liam not being there with us. Niall was a good distraction. Really good. He was a proper gentleman too, which actually surprised me a bit. Making sure to keep his hands to himself while in public, he was dead set on it being clear that we were just two friends having a good time, but I’m not going to lie and say that I would have objected had he maybe tried to hold my hand. I’m also not going to lie and say that there were parts of me that wished he actually would’ve tried to hold my hand. To feel his big warm palm pressed to mine, our fingers perfectly intertwined and curled tight against each other. To sit there in the grass with him, warm sun beating down on us as the music boomed in our ears. Cold pints flowing down our throats as we sat contently with each other, my body leaning against him and his hand laced with mine, I wasn’t going to lie and say the thought didn’t cross my mind. But I was thankful that he respected me, I was thankful that he understood that as much as I wanted that to happen, I wasn’t actually ready for that. We weren’t ready for that and it wouldn’t be right.

Our time together wasn’t for the world to see, not yet. It was just for us.

We left the festival early to go grab some dinner and wanting to take full advantage of being in a new city for the night, we both headed back to our respective rooms to freshen up and change our clothes. I decided that wreaking of cigarette smoke (and God only knows what else) and sweat all night long wasn’t going to do me any favors. So after sending Liam a quick text to check in, I eagerly turned on the water to fill up the giant whirlpool bathtub in my hotel room that had been calling my name since I got there. Seriously though, I had never seen a tub that freaking huge before. It was glorious.

Putting my hair up in a loose bun, I slipped down into the lightly scented water, letting my eyes fall closed for a moment to bask in the slightly bubbly, steamy hot bath. I drew in a deep breath, sinking my body even further down until the top of the water sat just below the bottom curves of my breasts. Humming out lightly as my fingers gently flit through the water, my eyes went wide as I heard my hotel room door being opened.

“Des?” Niall’s voice called out, my mouth falling slack and my mind freezing in confusion for a split second before I remembered that I had given Niall the extra room key. “You almost ready?”

Clearing my throat and tucking some fallen hair behind my ear, I pushed my body up into a sitting position as I peered over at the closed bathroom door. “In here, Ni!” I yelled back out to him, biting at my lip as I watched the handle of the bathroom door turn and slowly open up.

He scrunched his face up in an amused chuckle and stepped into the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. “What ya doin’, petal? Thought we were gonna go get some dinner?”

Tipping my head to the side, the water sloshed around me slightly as I leaned back on my palms, a smile curling up on my lips. My light brown eyes lazily drifted down his body, slowly raising back up to lock on his. “Come get in the bath with me,” I demanded, my tongue slipping out to run over my lips.

Narrowing his eyes, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his head cocking back a bit as he stared down at me in the tub. He was standing in the middle of the spacious bathroom, his blue eyes floating down to peer at my bare breasts before catching my stare again. “You look really pretty,” he said to me, his voice soft as the corner of his lip tugged up, “but, baby, I’m not really a bath kinda guy.”

“Yeah, well…didn’t think you were a ‘sleep with your best mate’s girl’ kinda guy either but…” I quipped, my brows raising at him as my cheek rested gently on the hunch of my shoulder.

“Ha! Nice one, Des…”

I watched him roll his eyes, his tongue running across the front of his teeth at my snarky comment. Hunching my shoulders forward in a laugh, the water vibrated around my body before I sucked in a breath, my chest rising high. “C’mon, lover, just get in. Please?” I whined, pouting out my bottom lip. “For me?”

Tucking his pink lips into his mouth for a moment, he let out a heavy sigh as he dragged his stare over me, flicking his eyes up to the ceiling as he faintly shook his head in defeat. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. I burst out a sly giggle at my victory, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he brought his eyes back down to mine. “Fine, for you then,” he breathed out, reaching down with a huff to yank off his shoes.

Fighting the enormous smile that was steadily trying to creep up on my face, I kept my big curious dark eyes glued to him, watching as he shed each piece of his clothing one by one and dropped them straight to the white tiled floor. Giving in and shooting him a huge grin as he shuffled over to the edge of the bathtub, my brown stare flicked down his pale lean frame as I slid over to make room for him.

Throwing his one leg over the side to step in, I snorted out a giggle and quickly reached up between his spread thighs to lightly drag the pads of my fingers along the shaft of his soft cock. His body coiled in from the feeling and he let out a raspy chuckle, his bare foot slipping on the bottom of the tub and making him fall down into the water with a thud. “Hey!” he cried as he fumbled to situate himself across from me. “You tryin’ to get him excited or somethin’?”

I tipped my head back in a hearty laugh, my eyes pinching shut before I settled my breath and eased my stare back to his. “Maybe…” I said matter of factly, shrugging my shoulders.

Peering down into the water as he crossed his legs in front of him, he knitted his brows slightly. “What’s in here?” he asked me, cupping some of the water in his hand and bringing it up to his nose to take a sniff.

I shook my head in a giggle, “Just some smell good stuff. Lavender oil…chamomile too, I think.”

Turning his mouth down, he let out a hum and shot his blue eyes around us, inspecting the pretty decent size of the tub. “Haven’t taken a proper bath since I was like 5,” he laughed out, reaching up with both his wet hands to shuffle them through his hair. “Pretty big tub, innit?”

“Yup,” I said, curling my fingers in my lap as I tilted my head, watching him rub his big hands down over his face before hastily dropping them back into the hot water, “that’s why I need the company.”

Hearing him huff out an amused chuckle made me unable to hold in my own laugh as I gently scooted my bottom closer to him, our knees knocking together. His eyes shot down, watching as I slowly wiggled my legs, the movement making small waves ripple around us. “Ever thought we’d be taking a bath together?” I asked him, biting at my lip as my stare drifted across his face.

Peering back up at me, he took in a breath and licked at his lips. “Honestly?” he said, tipping his chin down and raising his brows, “No, but I have thought about fuckin’ you in the shower before.”

“Oh really?”

The corner of Niall’s mouth tugged up slightly as he nodded his head. Parting my lips, I reached out and placed my hands on his knees, carefully lifting my bum up and leaning over just enough that I was flush to him. I could see the dark slowly starting to infiltrate the light blue of his eyes as my heart began to pound wild in my chest. Nudging my nose to his, I let my parted lips just graze over his own, his eyes trickling down to watch the movements of my mouth. “I’d like you to fuck me in the shower, Niall,” I whispered, my tongue pressing to the tip of my front teeth as I slowly let a smirk pull at my lips.

Settling myself back down in front of him, his eyes locked cold on mine, the air around us becoming thicker and sticking to the back of my throat. Sitting here in front of him, completely naked and dripping wet, with his insanely gorgeous eyes boring into mine as the tiny prickles of goosebumps formed over my skin with every tiny burst of cold in the air, was more intimate than anything I had experienced before in my life. The intense quiet that was now surrounding us, the heat wafting up from the water as the warmth surged through our bodies from the way we were looking at each other, it made everything else seem to disappear. Every worry and sting of guilt, every single thought of anything else but me and Niall, gone.

Swallowing hard, my teeth scraped over my bottom lip as my chin tipped down slightly. “Do you…think about me a lot?” I asked him candidly, a bashfulness taking over me and making my eyes shift away from his.

His brows lightly pulled in at the oddity of my question as he cocked his head to the side. “You know I do,” he assured me in a raspy tone as a soft smile crept over my mouth. “Do’ya think about me?”

Peering back up at him through my lashes, my bottom lip tucked in between my teeth as I nodded my head. “Probably more than I should,” I mumbled, pushing the bend of my knee into his. He breathed out a smile and reached out to me, his big hands wrapping around my sides as his fingers dug playfully into my ribs. My wet body reacted in a jerk, my knees pulling up to my chest as I folded over in an ear-splitting laugh. Eyes pinching shut as my head tipped back, he snickered at my reaction as the hot water splashed around us both, my hands desperately trying to peel his own off my skin.

Niall slid his hands away from me as I calmed down from my laughter, bringing my chin back down to lock eyes with him again. “You are the worst,” I joked, skimming my fingers across the top of the water to splash a bit on him. He gave me a laugh as he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his bent knees, his hands coming to sit at the cross of my lower legs right in front of him. My stare shot down to watch as his fingers gently kneaded the wet skin underneath the water.

“Ya know the first time I actually knew I really liked ya?” he spoke up, his deep voice echoing out against the stark quiet of the bathroom.

I flicked my brown eyes back up to his. “Hmm?”

Reaching up to run his finger under his nose to wipe away at a drip of water, he drifted his stare away from mine, his eyes narrowing as he continued. “It was about…six months into you and Liam datin’, the first time that me and you kinda went off on our own–”

“The championship game,” I blurted out, cutting him off.

His eyes flew back to mine, the corner of his lip tugging up as I shifted my body to lean back on my palms behind me. “You remember?”

Tilting my head to the side to rest my cheek on my raised shoulder, I huffed out a chuckle. “Of course I remember, Ni.”

I watched his mouth turn down in a smirk, his brows raising in a nod. “Well, there was this moment…don’t really know what was goin’ on in the game at the time,” he said, peeking down at his fingers as they ran across the skin of my leg before catching my stare again, “but all I remember is I said somethin’ and you looked over at me like it was the dumbest shit you had ever heard in your life and then you just…laughed. Like…really laughed.” He paused to push out his own chuckle, the memory of that moment flashing back to him. “You were all loud and your face was gettin’ all red and your eyes all pinched shut and I just remember lookin’ at you and thinkin’…you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.”

He shrugged. “That’s kinda when I knew.” My breath slipped past my slightly parted lips as I slowly lifted my head from my shoulder. Darting eyes with him, I watched as he shook his head slightly, his tongue jutting out to nervously run over his lips as his eyes dropped back down to his fingers. Pushing my upper body towards him, he flicked his blue eyes to mine in a startle as I reached out my dripping wet hand and hooked it around the back of his neck. With my fingers digging into the slick skin, I pulled myself up slightly, my mouth steadily crashing to his as our eyes fell closed and our warm tongues pressed together. His wet hands reached up to cup around my face, noses bumping and teeth clanking as we messily tilted our heads to deepen the kiss. Our hot breaths beat out as we both laughed into our open mouths before finding our familiar rhythm.

I absolutely loved kissing Niall. Maybe more than I was supposed to, but I just couldn’t possibly get enough of it. The slight hint of sugar mint on his tongue from his toothpaste, the wet heat of his skilled tongue sweeping into my mouth, the way we moved so in sync, so perfectly. It was like the artistry of kissing was made just for us, almost like we had invented it ourselves and perfected it along the way. With Niall, it was like this is what kissing someone was intended to be. Every kiss was like a first kiss with him, every kiss was memorable. The undeniable heat and needy passion in the beginning, the simple contentedness we felt as the warmth began to build between us with every passing second. The sweet tenderness as it slowed down and we both struggled to gather our breaths. That look as we reluctantly pulled our sticky lips away from one another. Oh my God, that look.

Sitting back down, our hands fell from each other as I licked the sweet taste of him off my lips and gave him a tiny smile. “I like that we have those moments, Niall,” I told him, my voice coming out in a hushed tone. “Ones that we don’t have to share with anyone else, ya know? They’re just for us.”

Scrunching up his nose, I heard him huff out a breath as he smiled. “Me too, petal.” The room fell silent for a moment before he playfully ran his fingers through the water to splash some up towards my face, easing a kind of awkwardness that had tried to set in. I laughed, flicking my head back out of the way and letting my eyes settle on the ceiling. Pulling in a breath, I dragged my stare around the room, gnawing on the corner of my mouth as I eased my body down into the water, my head resting on the end of the tub. Uncrossing my legs, I locked eyes with Niall as I slid them over the tops of his thighs, a giggle slipping past my lips.

Watching as his stare slowly drifted down the span of my body, his eyes stopped at the peak of my breasts, my perky nipples just sticking out of the water. Trying to fight off my smile as his hands gently came to rest at the sides of my thighs, I slowly slid my fingers over the front of my lower tummy, circling it around my belly button. “So,” I cooed out, his eyes shooting back to mine, “you gonna fuck me in this bathtub, Niall?”

Ghosting his fingertips over my slick skin as his eyes lazily trailed down the features of my face, he quirked his brow and rolled his lips into his mouth. “No,” he said firmly.

Pushing out my bottom lip, my brows knitted at his statement. He let out a soft chuckle at my reaction. “I’m gonna relax in here with you,” he began, his hands sliding up and down the sides of my body as he spoke. “Wash ya up, then I’m gonna get ya out, lay ya on that bed in there and snuggle with you while watching shitty telly all night long until we completely crash.”

“What about dinner?”

“Fuck dinner,” he spit out, darting his eyes with mine. “We’ll order some food or somethin’. I just know I ain’t leavin’ this room tonight. Not with you lookin’ like this.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I drew in a shaky breath. “You honestly surprise me every single day, Horan,” I told him, flicking my eyes down to watch as his big hands enveloped the entire side of my hips.

“That so?”

“Yup.”

I peered back up at him, a smirk curling at his mouth. “And ‘s that good or bad?”

Tipping my head to the side, I slid my feet over to sit right at the crease of his upper thighs, tucking my toes in against the skin of his sides as my spread knees bent up out of the water into the chilled air. “Good,” I mouthed out to him.

I had tried to get Niall to finger me while in the bath, teasing and begging him relentlessly to just touch me a little bit. But he fought off my advances, both of us ending up in a fit of laughter as my legs tangled around his slippery wet body and our mouths crashed together countless more times. A flirty little make out session while naked in a tub would have undoubtedly turned heated incredibly fast for anyone else, but with us it wasn’t even about that. Not anymore. It wasn’t just about how fast we could get each other off or even getting off at all, it all meant something totally different at this point. It was about being together, sharing and experiencing moments that only we could and as much as that thought before would have scared me and sent me running, all it made me do now was crave it and relish every single second of it even more.

We hopped out of the bath, both of us almost toppling over as he clumsily wrapped a huge soft bath towel around my soaking wet body and playfully nuzzled his stubbled jaw into the crook of my neck from behind, tickling at my skin. I breathed out a giggle, his boyish behavior making the butterflies squirm in my tummy as I shoved him away with thrust of my shoulder. A hearty laugh pushed from his throat as he shook his head and wrapped a towel around his lower half, walking out into the hotel room.

I thoroughly dried myself off before re-wrapping the towel around my body and tucking it up under my arms, securing it closed right over the top swell of my breasts. Stepping out of the bathroom, I was met with a half naked Niall, towel still wrapped around his slim hips just as he sat down on the edge of the bed, combing his fingers through his damp hair. I walked past him, bending down to open my bag that was laying on the floor by the foot of the bed.

“Des, can I ask ya somethin’?” His husky voice rang out as I dug around through my clothes.

“Sure, Ni.”

My eyes stayed focused down at my task, unfazed by the shaky clearing of his throat. “Does it bother you when he leaves?” Niall asked me, the bold question stopping me dead in my tracks and making my brow furrow slightly.

Turning my head to tentatively peer at him over the hunch of my shoulder, I caught his inquisitive stare as my lips slowly parted. “What?”

He let out a shaky huff, his fingers reaching up to pick at the small hairs over his ear. “When Liam leaves…and like, brushes ya off all the time? Does it bother you?”

“Mmm, not really…anymore,” I stuttered out, shrugging up my shoulder as I dropped the pair of underwear that were pinched between my fingers and stood up to step over to him. “I mean, I just get frustrated more than anything.” Letting out a sigh, I pursed my lips to the side as I slumped down next to him on the bed, my eyes staring down at the split in his towel that stretched across his spread legs. “It obviously used to bother me in the beginning when it first started happening, but I guess I’m just…used to it now.”

My voice drifted off at the end and I could feel the heat from his stare blistering into the side of my face. My stomach twisted in on itself, my arms crossing over my middle as I hunched my shoulders. Sliding my stare up to meet his, I pulled in a rather jumbled breath as he reached up to brush some fallen hair off my face. “I don’t like that he does that to you. It’s not right,” he muttered, the words causing a ripple through my chest as that was probably the first time I had ever heard him voice anything about Liam and I’s relationship. It was something we just didn’t discuss, let alone him showing me any kind of concern over it.

Licking at my lips, I forced a smile and flicked my eyes off his. “Yeah, I mean, he can’t really help it. He doesn’t really have a choice, I guess.”

“Des?”

I looked over at him. “Hmm?”

Feeling the bed start to shake with the nervous wiggle of his knee, his eyes dropped to his lap, his big hands running down the length of his towel covered thighs. “Am I like…just fillin’ some kinda void for you?”

The question hit me like a ton of bricks to my chest, practically thrusting all the air straight from my lungs as I let my mouth slowly fall open. “What?” I squeaked out, his eyes closing for a moment as he let out a sigh.

“Ya know, like you bein’ with me, what we’re doin’,” he said, his voice quiet as he turned his face to peer back over at me, his half lidded blue eyes fixating on mine. “Is it only ‘cause Liam’s gone so much?”

Knitting my brow, my arms unfolded from around my middle, my one hand coming up to let my fingers card through the side of his hair right above his ear. “No,” I breathed out, firmly shaking my head, “I mean, maybe at first I thought it was a little bit but…I don’t really see it like that anymore, Ni. Not at all. I like being with you and spending time with you. I like the way I feel when I’m with you.”

Pressing my lips in a line, I tilted my head to the side as I darted my eyes with his, feeling him swallow hard as my hand came to rest around the back of his neck. “You know I travel a lot with me own job,” he reminded me, the comment making me smile.

“Yeah, I know.”

Letting out a huff, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he lifted his shoulders in a faint shrug. “I just feel like even so,” he began, my eyes drifting over his face as he spoke, “when I do travel and if we were…ya know…like, me and you, ya know…together, that I’d never make it feel like I was leavin’ ya.” His one eye pinched shut slightly as he curled up the side of his mouth. “You know what I mean?”

Pulling in a heavy breath, I rolled my lips into my mouth and nodded my head. “ ‘Cause ya know, Des, I’d never leave ya…”

“I know, Ni,” I whispered, my breath catching in my chest as I felt him place his hand on the top of my thigh, the pads of his fingers rubbing into my silky skin. It was so warm, the hot press of his palm practically burning into my flesh but the feeling made my eyes flutter and my knees go weak. Had I not been sitting down, that simple touch of him would have made me crumple to the floor.

“And, Des, I’ve said this before but, ya know I’d never make ya choose,” he said, his eyes watching his fingers on my skin before settling back at mine. “Between Liam and I,” he whispered, “I’m not tryin’ to make ya choose.”

Loosening my grip on his neck, I let my fingers slowly slide down the muscular slope of his back before slipping my hand into my lap. Softening my stare, I could feel my heart start to race, beating solid against my ribcage. “Then don’t,” I pleaded lightly. “Please? Don’t make me choose.”

He swallowed hard, dragging his eyes over my face. “Do you like me, Des?”

I furrowed my brows. “Now that is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said,” I snorted out. “Of course I like you.”

Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes slightly. “No, but do you…really like me?”

Letting my lips part, I narrowed my eyes as they darted with his. “Yes,” I breathed out, leaning towards him to rest my mouth right at his shoulder. Pressing my lips to his skin, I let my eyes flutter closed as I pulled in a breath, my finger coming over to run down the back of his upper arm. “I really like you,” I finished in a whisper, the scent of him filling my senses as his hand gripped tighter to my thigh and I lifted my face to lock my eyes back on his. “I like being with you, Ni. I like the way you make me feel when I’m with you. The way you look at me…I-…you don’t take my shit and I don’t take yours…I like that we can be so real around each other, ya know?” I licked at my lips, my nails lightly scraping down the skin of his arm. “You get me and I get you.”

A smile pulled at his lips and he huffed out a chuckle under his breath, cocking his head towards me. “I really like you, too,” he whispered.

Sucking in a breath, I flicked my eyes away from his to peer down into my lap. The sudden revelation of what was happening, the fact that we both realized what could be between us, it was a bit too much for me to take in. I could feel the heat pulsing up to my cheeks, washing over me as my hazy stare fixated on the slow knead of his fingers at the flesh of my thigh. “I love Liam,” I blurted out, my head turning as I whipped my stare to his. I gulped in a shaky breath, his brows knitting slightly as I felt his fingers stall their movements on my skin. “I-…I…you know I love Liam, Niall, I do,” my voice began to crack as I spoke, tears fighting their way to the brims of my eyes, “I love him a lot. You know, he was…he was so different and he was my first and everything, so-”

“Wait, what?” Niall cut me off, his eyes going wide as his brows pulled in. “He was your first…like…” He let out a huff. “Wait, so you’ve only slept with Liam?”

A heavy breath pinched in my lungs as I stared at him and swallowed hard. “And…you,” I breathed out.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled, his hand yanking from my thigh to roughly run through his messy hair.

Knitting my brows by his reaction, I shook my head faintly. “You…you didn’t know that?” I asked him, my eyes dragging down his profile as he stared mindlessly at the wall that sat across from us, “I honestly would’ve thought that he told you that…or mentioned it…”

“No,” he spit out, flicking his eyes back to mine, “I mean, we don’t really talk about you like that, Des.”

Scraping my teeth across my lip, I let out a sigh. “Well, that wasn’t the way that I would’ve preferred you to find that out,” I quipped with a short chuckle, “Is that…bad?”

“No,” he said to me, rolling his eyes a bit at my absurd thought, “No, it’s not bad, I just didn’t know that he had…had taken…”

“I’m sorry,” my voice dipped low as I dropped my stare to his chest, upset with myself for even saying anything, “I guess I should’ve mentioned it before.”

“No, Des, it’s fine,” he told me with a sigh, reaching his hand over to rub down my back, “You aren’t required to tell me that.” Niall gave me a chuckle, the smirk tugging at his lips making the tension settle a bit easier. “It’s just…ya know…”

“Look,” I spoke up again, catching his stare as I turned my body to face him more, “I know you’ve been with a lot of girls and well, now you know that I… haven’t really been with a lot of guys and, I don’t know, maybe that’s why I hold onto Liam so much.” The words tore past my lips like someone had ripped off the barricade of tape that was plastered to my mouth, my stare flicking over his face just as fast, “I love him, ya know, I love the way he makes me feel, I love what we’ve created together, our life and everything.”

I could see Niall’s jaw clench at my words, his hand that was resting in his lap slowly curling into a fist as the words kept flowing, my body unable to stop them. His big blue eyes locked in on mine, his perfectly pink turned down little mouth parted ever so slightly as he listened. I swallowed hard as I paused, my heart thumping in my chest as the hot tears began to well up, no longer able to fight them off as I struggled to catch my breath and continue.

Reaching out to him, I gently wrapped my hands around the sides of his neck, my thumbs shakily rubbing against the stubble of his jaw as we darted our heavy stares. “But you,” I breathed out, licking my lips, “the way you make me feel, Niall…it’s like nothing that I have never felt before in my life,” I shook my head slightly, my chin beginning to tremble, “And I just…it all confuses me so much because I…I love Liam, ya know? I love him…I love him, I do, I love him..”

The words etched past my lips in a broken whisper, his arms immediately wrapping around my upper body to pull me into him. My eyes fell closed as I let out a small cry, my face tucking down into the front of his warm neck as my fingers curled into his skin. He pressed his cheek down against the top of my head, his hands slipping over my body as he shushed me. “I know you do, Des,” he whispered out to me, tugging me even tighter against him, “I know you do.”

Squeezing my eyes tight, my hot breath pelted out against him. “And like…he’s always been there for me,” I strained to continue through my few tears, “He supported me when I was opening the studio, he never questioned anything, he was there…there every second and then last year when my mum died…” My lips pressed shut as I pushed my face further into his chest, struggling to hold back more tears that wanted to fall.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his face pressing against the side of mine, “I know, petal.”

Shaking my head, my watery eyes popped open and I quickly lifted my face up to look at him, his head pulling back so he could lock his stare on mine. “But with you, it’s all so different. You make me feel things…things that I didn’t even know I could feel ,” My voice was soft, sweet on my tongue as his hand pet down the back of my hair, “Things that I didn’t even know you were supposed to be able to feel. And it’s not just sex, Niall, I swear. You know, with you, it’s…it’s everything,” My lips parted as we stared at each other, his hand stopping to cup around the back of my head. The room grew deathly silent, the air around us seemingly falling still and I would be lying if I said I couldn’t hear the pounding of his heartbeat in his chest. I would also be lying if I said it wasn’t matching the pounding of my own. “I tried to tell myself so many fucking times that it all meant nothing. To make myself feel better and that it really was just sex between us,” I said quietly, his chest expanding as he held in a deep breath, waiting for me to continue. “But I…I don’t know anymore.”

Pulling in a jumbled breath, I let my the pads of my fingers drift down the sides of his neck, slowly dragging over his chest. “I love Liam,” I told him, never once taking my eyes off his, “and I don’t know what I’d do without him, but I don’t know what I’d do without you either.”

“I can’t lose you,” I breathed out.

Watching his throat bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes flicked with mine as he moved his hands to curl around the sides of my face. Tipping his chin down, his brows raised as he stared at me through the tops of his eyes. “You’re not gonna lose me, Des, alright?” he said firmly, his voice deep in his chest. “I’m not goin’ nowhere. Not as long as you don’t want me to.”

Rolling my lips into my mouth, I sniffed back another tear and faintly shook my head in the cradle of his big hands. “I don’t want you to,” I mumbled under my breath.

He breathed out a relieved smile and pulled me into a kiss, his lips pressing tight to mine. My eyes screwed shut, my nails practically clawing into his hot skin as he slipped his tongue past my lips. I whimpered faintly, his wet breath pushing out as he chuckled lightly against my tongue, the feeling of it sweeping into my mouth causing a warmth to grow quickly in my tummy.

Slipping his lips from mine, I gasped sharply as he tenderly nudged his nose to my cheek before pulling back to peer at me. My eyes lagged open, my lips parted as I breathed in a deep settling breath. “Fuck, I really like kissing you,” I shakily breathed out in one long mumble, causing Niall to belt out a loud laugh, his mouth opening wide.

Rolling his eyes, he mumbled a shallow ‘c’mere’ as he toppled down onto the bed behind me, his arm curling around my front and yanking me down with him. My body scrambled in a giggle as he tugged us both up to rest our heads on the pillows. Laying on our backs, both still wrapped in our towels, I let my eyes drift over the weird watermarks on the ceiling of the room, the bed shifting as Niall cleared his throat and rolled over on his side to face me, popping up on his elbow.

Peering over at him through the corners of my eyes, I let a smile pull at my mouth as I reached up to run my hand over my forehead. The way he was looking at me, God, it was like he knew exactly how to make me melt; to make my heart flutter, my body fall weak and the heat surge through me like a lightening strike all at the same time. “What?” I squealed out, slapping my hand down to sit at my covered stomach.

A chuckle rumbled out from his throat as he shrugged up his shoulder. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know that?” he mumbled as I turned my head slightly to lock my eyes on his, the dark of his pupils quickly invading the rich blue.

“Niall…”

My cheek brushed at my shoulder as I shyly peered up at him, bringing my left hand up to rub the back of my knuckles against the side of his jaw. He nuzzled against my touch for a moment before reaching out and letting his fingers fiddle with the front tuck of my towel. Both our eyes shot down to watch as he slowly undid the towel, goosebumps rising across my bare skin as he let the material fall down my sides, exposing me entirely to the chilly room. My breath hitched as his calloused fingertips gently laid between my collarbones, tiny circles being rubbed into my skin. Fluttering my eyes as he began to lightly ghost them down my chest, my breathing quickened, the faint scrape of his short nails sending intense shivers down my spine. His touch traveled down the valley of my breasts, my eyes flicking over to his face as he continued to watch his fingers.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” he breathed out, more to himself it seemed, as the pads of his fingers hit the dip of my belly button, causing my tummy to pull in. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him, his profile sharp in contrast against the low light that seeped out from the bathroom. His skin was so beautiful, so pale but warm with a rose-colored hue that was only apparent the more aroused he became. His cheeks were heavily flushed now, his dark lashes fluttering as he licked at his lips and peered down the naked slope of my body.

Reaching over, I dragged my fingers down the curve of his neck, his eyes flying to mine for a split second to throw me a smirk before he moved his body and bent down towards my legs. Leaning his head down, his fingers slipped to the full of my thigh and I watched as he drew a circle into the soft skin. “Gorgeous legs,” he whispered, peering up at me while keeping his mouth just an inch away from my heated flesh. “Can I kiss ‘em?”

Breathing out a faint giggle, I bit at my bottom lip and tipped my head to the side, gingerly nodding in response. The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly before I felt the sweet tender press of his lips on my skin, right at the top of my thigh. His big hand sprawled out as he pressed tiny kisses up my thigh, pulling back just as he got to the crease of my leg. Holding my breath, I watched as his eyes moved across my lower body, his hand sliding over to skim his fingertips across my pubic bone. My body reacted; hips instinctively rolling upwards a bit towards his touch as my center slowly began to leak for him, my lower tummy growing increasingly warm.

He snickered under his breath, peering at my face as his fingers changed direction and trailed upwards towards my belly button. I let out a tiny whine, frustration taking hold as my skin continued to vibrate, my body at his mercy. Stopping at the concave of my sunken tummy, his nose nudged across my belly button. “Gorgeous tummy, can I kiss it?” he mumbled, the hot air pushing out of his mouth making me gasp lightly.

I nodded again, reaching down to comb my fingers through the front of his slightly damp hair as he pressed his lips to my stomach, kissing all around the span of his spread fingers. I faintly giggled as his stubble scratched over my sensitive skin, his darkened eyes flying up to catch my stare. Curling my fingers into the thick of his hair, his mouth traveled up the plane of my torso, kissing right between my breasts before he stalled, hovering his open mouth over the swell of them. I gulped in a breath, swallowing hard as I held it in my chest, just waiting to feel his perfect mouth against me again.

With his upper body half slung over me, he reached up both of his hands and locked his half lidded eyes on mine as he cupped his massive palms around my breasts. “Gorgeous tits,” he muttered, kneading them gently as his chin dragged over the round of my breasts. I hissed in a breath from the prickles of his beard against my skin and he let out a chuckle, teasingly hovering his mouth overtop.

My eyes fluttered before he spoke up again. “Can I kiss ‘em?” I gave him a soft smile, my teeth scraping at my lip before I whispered out a soft ‘yes’. My head tipped back, the skin of my throat baring as his hot mouth delicately wrapped around the peak of my erect nipple, slowly pulling it into his mouth in a long drawn out suck. A low whine pushed out past my parted lips as he flicked his tongue, my hand yanking at his hair slightly as he slowly moved to my other breast, eagerly showing it the same attention. My chest heaved beneath the work of his mouth and I brought my other hand up to my face, my jittery index finger shoving past my lips to let my teeth sink down into the skin. I weakly hummed out, unable to make any other noises as his warm mouth left my nipple with a smack and kissed its way up my chest.

Tucking his face down against my neck, his used mouth just sat at the curve of my throat, my fingers popping out of my mouth to join the others that were still firmly twisted in his hair. “Gorgeous neck,” he mouthed against my clammy skin, my pulse thumping out against the heat of his mouth. “Can I kiss it?”

I shakily nodded my head, my eyes squeezing shut as I felt his tongue sweep across the jut of my throat, his lips puckering up around the tender skin. God, his mouth is fucking incredible. It was something I would never get used to. Kissing up under my jaw, he stopped to nudge his nose at my soft skin before pulling away. I opened my eyes and brought my chin down, my hands uncurling from his hair and sliding down to cradle around the sides of his face. He had a turned down smirk playing on his smug face, his one brow quirking up as my glazed over stare met his. Incapable of not smiling back at him, I drew in an uneven breath past my smirk and dragged a finger down over his jaw, tracing along his red puffy lips.

My eyes fell to watch as he parted them slightly, the tip of his tongue slipping out to catch the pad of my finger as it slowly swiped across. The dark in his eyes spread the longer he looked at me, my heart racing as my stare lagged back to his. “Nice lips,” I softly mewed out to him, “Can I kiss them?”

His cheeks rose up and pushed his eyes into tiny crescents as a big smile spread over his face, his hand grabbing around my cheek as he leaned into me and pressed his mouth to mine. My arms slung around his neck, finger ruching up through the back of his hair as he slipped his wet tongue into my mouth, giggles being cut off by needy whines and needy whines being frantically swallowed. Our mouths moved perfectly with each other, delicately licking and roughly nipping, I gasped for air and pulled in his breath as I reluctantly slipped my lips from his. He pushed his damp forehead to mine, our sticky lips just brushing as we both struggled to catch our breaths, my hands dragging down through his hair to sit at the nape of his neck.

My eyes had yet to open, my mind fuzzy with the desire for him and fighting off any attempt to rush whatever this was anymore then we needed to. I wanted to savor him. His kisses and his touch, the way he looked at me as he buried himself inside me, the way he made me feel as I fell apart around him. I wanted him to savor me just as much as I did him.

“Turn over,” he grumbled, his voice gravelly in his throat. Peeling my eyes open, they locked in on his, my brows knitting. A smirk tugged at his lips as he nudged his nose to mine. “Turn over,” he repeated.

“Why?” I breathed out.

Settling back on his elbow, my fingers slipped off his neck as his eyes drifted down my body before peering back over at me. “ ‘Cause I haven’t got to me favorite part of you yet.”

Rolling my eyes, I hid my amused smile as I let out a huff and slowly lifted myself up a bit to roll over to my tummy, pushing the pillow out of the way to let my cheek rest straight down onto the mattress. Feeling the bed shift beside me, my teeth sunk down into my bottom lip, catching a glimpse of his towel out of the corner of my eye as he had torn it off himself and thrown it down to the floor.

He hadn’t even touched me yet and I could feel my skin trembling from anticipation, my body practically setting itself on fire for him. Begging Niall was not below me, I often found myself pleading with him to touch me and kiss me. Not because he was hesitant or didn’t want to, but because I needed him to a lot more than either of us ever expected. Every second that I was with him, I wanted his touches and kisses, I wanted to feel his warmth and the tenderness that he so willingly showed me. But I didn’t beg anyone else, I had never begged anyone else…

His big hands splayed down on the curve of my upper back, spreading down the slope so achingly slow until they stopped right at the dip of my lower back. My eyes had fluttered closed by then, my lungs stricken with the inability to fully catch my breath as his fingers kneaded lightly into my skin and his face sat right at the tiny dimple above my bum. My hands were tucked in by my shoulders, the fingers of one curling at the front of my parted mouth. I swallowed hard, the air around me becoming stagnant and dense, my throat drying up and my body beginning to involuntarily quiver.

Sweeping his hand over the round of my bum, I gasped in a sharp breath, my eyes pinching tight as I eased my legs apart just a bit, hoping to feel his fingers fall between them. The spread of his palm slid down the span of my leg, a whimper edging out of my throat as he skimmed his lips across the skin of my bottom. “Gorgeous ass,” he finally breathed out, the words sending me into a spiraled frenzy as I knew exactly what was going to come next. “Can I kiss it?”

I puffed out a tiny giggle at the phrase, my bout of childish humor taking precedence for a mere second until I felt the sticky warmth of his breath as he chuckled and pushed his pursed lips right to the round of my ass. His hot mouth opened up, his perfect teeth sinking down into the flesh and making me cry out, the sound broken as it echoed off the walls.

Shoving my fingers into my mouth to stave off my loud cries, both his hands wrapped around my bum cheeks, groping at me as his mouth passionately assaulted my backside. Licking and biting, he was gentle but made sure I could feel it, my hips baring down into the mattress as I struggled to move. His upper body was slung over my lower back, elbows placed on either side of my hips, holding me still. His wet mouth moved down, his fingers digging into my skin to pull me apart as he worked himself closer to my dripping heat.

Pulling his mouth from my wrecked skin, he lifted his head and I hissed in a sharp breath as his hand came down in a solid smack against my ass. Immediately pressing his mouth back to the tender spot he had just laid on me, he kissed it sweetly, his tongue jutting out to lick across the red splotched area.

Small high pitched whines lingered from my lips and I pushed the side of my face deeper into the mattress as I felt the slow drag of his fingers just barely dip down between my legs. I attempted to arch my back, lifting my ass up to encourage him more as I felt a laugh rumble out from his chest. He knew how much he was teasing me, he knew how bad I wanted him.

“Niall…” I whimpered, his name barely drifting off my dry tongue past the tips of my fingers.

“Easy, petal,” he calmed me, his fingertips edging down to slide over my dripping wet slit. I gasped in a breath and pulled my fingers from my mouth, burying my face into the mattress. I couldn’t move with his weight on me, the only thing I could do was spread my legs further and I hiked my knee up the bed. “Mmm, my favorite place.” His voice came out rough, his face slipping down over my ass to hover right at my heat.

Holding a breath tight in my lungs, his big hands held me apart from the back, his warm mouth gently ghosting over me, hovering just enough that all I could feel was the intoxicating pelts of his hot breath. “Gorgeous pussy,” he mumbled, playfully brushing his nose against my clit. My body jerked against him, my eyes pinching shut as I felt the tip of his tongue skim over my folds. “Can I taste it–”

“Fuck, y-yes…oh my God,” I blurted out, the words erratic as I cut him off. Blowing out a chuckle, he finally pressed his mouth to my center, my eyes rolling back in my head as my heaving body struggled to curl up, a wave of pleasure rippling through me. His tongue slipped over my slick folds, eagerly lapping up my wetness as he dipped it inside me. My nails scratched into the sheets with every pass of his skilled tongue along my center, his face pushing further down between my legs to wrap his pink lips around my clit.

My body shuddered, hips pleading to rock towards his mouth as he swirled his tongue around me and slid his hand over to let the tip of his finger push inside my opening. The sensation caused a tidal wave of cloudiness to overpower every single thought in my head except for the feeling of him on me. Sucking on my clit, he pushed his finger deeper inside me, slowly pumping it before adding another. I groaned out against the sheets, my fingers grasping at them as he flicked his tongue and fucked me with his thick fingers, sliding them in all the way to his knuckles. He was slow with his movements, his mouth making sure to taste at me as his fingers worked with my wetness and used it to stretch my inner walls. I could feel my center pulsing around them, the heat beginning to rise up and float around in my belly. My breathing became staggered, my moans hoarse in my throat as I felt him slide his mouth off my heat, his fingers slowly slinking out of me.

Gulping in a shaky breath, I heard his lips smack across his fingers as he licked them clean before kissing his way back over my bum to my lower back. Shifting his body, my face stayed smooshed into the mattress, afraid to move as my hot breath beat out in heavy bursts and caused my skin to become sticky with sweat. Placing his knees between mine, he hovered over my back, continuing to kiss his way up my spine and over the heaving span of my shoulder blades.

“Oh God,” I whined weakly, shaking my head as I finally turned my face and forced my eyes open. The dimmed room was a blurry heated chaos around me, my lips gone dry from my rushed breaths and I swallowed hard as I felt his mouth creep over my shoulder to stick to my neck. Using a hand to brush away my hair, he let his body rest on top of me, a heavy breath being forced from my lungs as I felt his hard length rubbing right along my ass. His skin was blistering hot, searing into my own as the sweat was already pooling and melding us together.

Kissing lightly across the back of my neck, his heart was pounding in his chest as I licked at my lips, rolling my hips up towards him. “Ni…” I murmured faintly.

His thick fingers fumbled to pull out my hair tie before curling messily into my loose hair as his mouth slid over to rest right under my ear. My eyes fluttered as I felt the pant of his hot breath against my clammy skin, so sweet in my senses and I let a smile fall over my mouth. Loosening my grip on the sheets, I reached back and pushed my jittery fingers through the side of his hair, holding his face as close to mine as I could. I loved feeling him on me, the weight of his body, the hardness of his cock, the heat of his breath. I loved it all.

“Des?” he mumbled into my ear, the sound of my name in his raspy voice making me sigh out. I hummed sweetly in response, not being able to conjure up any intelligible words as he subtly rocked his hips against me and pressed his lips right to the skin of my neck again. Lifting his chin, he slid his mouth even closer to my ear. “I wanna make love to you.”

A jagged breath caught thick in my throat, my eyes screwing shut so tight I couldn’t see anything but pitch black. Stalling my fingers in his hair, I choked out the only thing I could think of. The only thing I really wanted to say. “Please, Ni…p-please.”

Turning my face towards him, he took the hint, smiling into the kiss as I curled my fingers tighter into the back of his hair. I felt him drop his hand down between us, his fingers slipping across my soaking wet center once more. Lifting his hips, I broke my mouth from his and pushed the side of my face back down to the mattress as he held the head of his cock in his hand, letting it glide along my slick folds to coat himself up. I gulped in a steadying breath, his nose nudging under my ear and his lips stuck to the clammy skin of my neck. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he breathed out in a husky rasp, the repeated comment making me smile to myself. “You’re so f-fuckin’…everythin’.”

“God, petal…”

The utter sweetness in his voice was mixed with a slight desperation as he thrust his hips ever so slowly against me. The tip of his cock, throbbing and leaking, slid down so tenderly over my clit and the feelings made me gasp out as I bucked my hips up towards him. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, mouth sucking on my skin as he finally stalled his hips to let the head of his cock rest at my opening. I pulled in a deep breath, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I waited for him to enter me, waiting for that slight burning feeling that I craved every time I stretched around him.

His big hand gripped at my waist, his muscles tensing as he held himself up on his one elbow with his fingers still twisted in my hair. I sucked in a sharp breath as his weight shifted off me for a moment, his chest heaving against my back as he slowly, so fucking slowly began to push his length inside me. We both moaned out loud, our sounds of pleasure easily filling the room as his body slumped back down on top of me. Our bodies immediately began to move together, his mouth plastered back to my neck, sucking fervently across my spit coated skin as he gently thrust his cock deep inside me, slowly pulling his hips back as he let me adjust.

I struggled to pull in my needed breaths, my mouth hanging open as I felt the sudden warmth ruffle up in my belly. Small cries creaked from my throat, his thrusts steadying now as he dipped his hips and let the tip of his cock just drag at my g-spot. Slow tenuous pulls urged me to feel every single bit of his thickness as it pushed inside me and my body shivered as the feeling of his rigid cock rubbed so perfectly against my swollen inner walls.

Fucking Niall was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. Each and every time was different and explosive and intense. Like the need we had for each other, this raw and carnal need to just be with one another, trumped every other single thing in the universe for us. When I was with him, nothing else in the world mattered. Not even Liam.

Niall’s hot breaths panted out against the skin of my shoulder, his forehead resting right at the nape of my neck. I could feel his fingers tangling tighter into my dark hair, not pulling but just enough pressure to keep me right where he wanted me. His other fingers dug into the flesh of my side and pushed down into my hip bone, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as I felt myself clench down around him. “God damn, baby,” he muttered, his voice rough as it buried itself against my sticky skin.

I moaned out for him, my cries breaking past my lips as he kept fucking into me, his lips finding their way back to my skin to press kisses along the slopes of my shoulders. I dropped my hand from his hair, pressing my palms into the mattress as I hissed in a breath and arched my back against him. The heat was growing fast between my legs, quickly creeping up my body as I vibrated with every single drag of his cock.

Feeling me start to tense under him, he let out a grunt and moved his hand off my hip, shoving it down under the front of my body. I choked in a breath as I felt his rough fingertips trickle down over my public bone, promptly finding my clit. Rubbing tight circles, his hot mouth clamped down to the side of my neck and I fucking lost it. Barely any time to react, my body began to convulse under him, my lungs pinching tight in my chest as the delicious heat of my orgasm soared through my entire body and quickly filled my face.

My fingers curled tight in the material of the sheets, my knuckles blaring white as my gaping mouth strained to pull in much needed air. I pulsed around him, barely able to choke out his name as I shook uncontrollably, pressing my hips down towards his hand and letting the tip of his cock tap right at my sweet spot. My fingernails raked over the sheets, yanking and tugging as I gasped wildly and trembled through my crashingly hard orgasm.

Feeling the wetness pouring from me, Niall’s coated fingers slowed their circles as he breathed out a pleased chuckle. “Oh my...God, Ni,” I panted out, my body overflowing with warmth, the room spinning slightly as I pried my eyes open and stretched my arms above my head. His thrusts started to become a bit erratic, slowing and picking up speed again as he slipped his hand out from under me.

“You feel so good, petal,” he muttered, nudging his nose into my damp hairline under my ear. I breathed out a smile, biting at my lip as I felt my swollen center continue to helplessly pulse around him. “So fuckin’ good.” His fingers untangled from my hair, both of his large hands grabbing around my ribcage. My heart was beating fierce in my chest, his own pounding against my back as he rocked his hips back to let himself pull almost all the way out of me. Holding my breath, he slowly pushed back inside, swirling his hips just a bit to bury deep within me.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled, my eyes once again falling closed as I pushed the side of my face down into the mattress. I could feel my body already starting to react to him again, the pull of my release already edging its way through my body. Pressing his hands to my skin, he began to slide them past my shoulders, slowly trailing them up the length of my outstretched arms. His hips never stopped thrusting, pulling back and easing himself all the way inside again. Over and over, each time lingering so deep inside me, I had to choke back a breath that wanted to force itself from my lungs.

Tightening my grip on the sheets, his hands crept their way up my forearms, stopping right as he got to the tops of my curled fists. I could feel his fingers gently wrapping around my wrists, my eyes fluttering slightly as his breath panted out so fucking hot against my neck. His heart was racing, literally clobbering in his chest and I let my lips part slightly as his fingers slipped underneath my wrists and slid past my curled fists, gently prying my fingers loose.

Sucking in a breath, my stomach tensed as I let his fingers slowly intertwine with my own, my mind going into a heated frenzy as I clamped my fingers down around his, desperately holding onto him with everything I had. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed the front of my face down, my chin beginning to tremble as he slowly continued to work above me. This was all I ever wanted. This single fucking moment right here with him.

My shoulders shook gently as I let out a tiny cry, shaking my head at myself briefly before I felt his mouth slide up to my ear. “It’s okay, petal,” he whispered, his voice shaken, “Everythin’ll be okay.” He pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. “I got ya…”

Bursting out a soft cry, I sniffed back my tears, embarrassed for myself as I turned my head towards him. “I-I need to kiss you,” I whimpered out to him, pinching my eyes shut as I tightened my fingers around his. I could feel his thrusts slow as he lifted his face to peer down at me. “I wanna kiss you…I wanna kiss you, I wanna kiss you, I wanna kiss you…”

The words just poured from my mouth, barely coherent and slated under the small cries that I was desperately trying to hide as I felt the bed jolt, Niall pulling his fingers from mine and lifting himself off me. Letting his cock slip from my warm center, I popped open my eyes and shot my stare over my shoulder just as he reached out to grab around my waist, helping me flip over to my back.

Lunging back down on top of me, I reached out and quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, his cock easily finding its place back inside me as his mouth finally settled right on mine. His big hands cradled around my face, brushing the hair off my sweat coated forehead as he swept his tongue into my mouth; noses pushing into cheeks, hums and whines being swallowed and shared. My shaky fingers ran through his hair, still slightly damp, more so now with sweat as I struggled to keep myself from completely falling apart.

His wet lips slid from mine, dragging down over my chin as his hips thrust into me a bit harder, his orgasm so very close. I could feel the muscles flexing in his back as I slipped my hands over his dank skin, tugging him even closer into me. His strong forearms snaked up under my head and I leaned my face into his broad shoulder to let my nose bury into his sticky skin. He smelled so good, so fucking good and I scraped my nails down his back as I pulled in a heavy breath. Letting the scent of him overpower me, I felt my center begin to tighten up around him again. His hips dipped and swirled, my walls so swollen and over sensitive, that every single pull of his cock sent a shiver of ecstasy through every single part of me. His big hands cradled around me, his face tucking down into my neck as his nose buried into the thick mess of my dark hair. His body shuddered slightly as he pushed himself all the way inside me, “God, baby, I-…” his voice cut off as he let out a groan and thrust his hips again. Digging my nails into his skin, I choked back a breath, the warmth of my next orgasm just teetering and waiting to be rocked over that edge. I arched my back into him, desperate to meet his thrusts as I moved my hands up and gripped around his face.

Pulling his face up from the crook of my neck to sit flush with mine, I watched his dark eyes lag open to stare down at me. The skin of his face was mottled red, sweat lining his brow as his heavy lidded eyes bored into mine. I let my lips linger just at his, gently letting his breath mix with my own as my body began to lose it for him once more. “Don’t stop, baby, please,” I begged, my brows furrowing as I felt my center growing tight around him. “I need you-….I need y-…I w-wanna feel you…come inside me p-please…” Letting out a throaty moan as my desperate words filled his mouth, his hips continued to move against me, lightly smacking skin and heavy drawn out needy breaths the only sounds that filled the room.

With my eyes begging to roll back, my mouth dropped open and my chest rose high as my stomach pulled in, my body weakly toppling into my second orgasm. “Oh my…” The words barely made it past my lips as his hands curled around my head and he pushed his mouth to mine, thrusting one last time to bury himself deep inside me. I cried out against his wet tongue, skin on scorching hot fire and uncontrollably trembling as his cock twitched against my clenched swollen walls, slowly spurting his thick warm release inside me.

Deep guttural groans burst past his lips, both of us pulling away slightly to gasp for air as his body shook above me, moving along with my own quavers and letting the pulse of my orgasm slowly milk at his own and continue to steadily fill me up. The sweat poured from our bodies, his hips shakily coming to a stop as the sticky white slickness of his release began to seep out of my center onto the bed. My legs clamped up around his slim hips, my arms flimsily slinging over his broad shoulders as I held him as close to me as I possibly could, the uneven thumping of our heartbeats in our chests playing out like a beautifully written song. My eyes pressed closed as he curled his arms underneath my head again, my face tucking up into the sticky crook of his neck.

We laid there silent, overheated and over worked bodies heaving as we tried to catch our breaths and let the wild pounding of our hearts slowly begin to subside. “Wow,” I muttered, my voice cracking slightly out past my dry throat. My fingers skimmed over the nape of his neck, flitting softly up into his hair as he let out a satisfied little chuckle right against the side of my face.

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he said, the breathless words making me smile. Lifting his face, he peered down at me before he leaned in and bumped his nose to mine, a giggle slipping from my lips as he pressed a tender to kiss to them.

Rolling off me with a contented sigh, I easily shifted to my side and tucked myself up against him, his one arm already curling around my shoulders to snuggle my sweaty over worn body into his. I pressed my ear to the side of his chest, my small hand splayed out right at his ribs. He didn’t say much, neither did I for that matter, but really we didn’t have to. We knew that what had just happened between us was something that neither of us had really ever experienced before, at least not like that. We had just made love to each other, and as beautiful and sweet and pure as it was, we knew that that was yet another moment in our little secret trysts that would always be just between us.

His fingernails gently scraped down the skin of my upper arm, the tiny soft hairs rising in their wake as I circled my thumb against the still hot skin of his chest. I watched its movements, his breathing settling in my ear as the skin became whiter under my thumb the harder I pressed, steadily cutting off the blood from his microscopic veins until there was nothing left but the pale pigment of his skin.

He let out a pained chuckle as I must’ve pressed too hard against his rib, snapping my thoughts from the oblivious strength of my thumb. Peeking my eyes up to his, I quickly leaned my face over and pressed a kiss to his skin, my eyes fluttering closed as I pulled in heavy breath, letting the distinct scent of him radiate over me. “Sorry,” I whispered to him, settling back into my little space of warmth against him. He pushed a soft kiss to my head, silently letting me know that it was okay.

“My mum would’ve loved you,” I spoke up after a quiet minute, tipping my head back to peer up at him.

Feeling the warmth of his palm as it cupped around my shoulder, he gave me a half smile, his heavy lidded eyes swarming over my face. “I’m sorry I never got to meet her.”

“Me too,” I said lowly, letting out a tiny giggle as I moved my hand up to grab around his stubbled chin. “She had a soft spot for Irish boys.”

His mouth turned down as my hand came back to rest at his chest. “Oh yeah?” he quipped, my head nodding. “Like mother, like daughter, eh?”

“Nah,” I shot back, pressing my eyes closed for a second, “I only got a soft spot for one Irish boy.”

Niall let out a smug chuckle, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “That ya do,” he said.

“Yup, Niall Breslin.” I gave him a dramatic sigh, watching as his mouth fell open.

“Hey!”

Feeling his fingers drag down to tickle into my side, I burst out a laugh, my body curling up as I fought off his playful attack on me. He laughed with me, a loud boisterous one that sent the heat and flutters shooting through my entire body. “Speakin’ of mums,” he said between his tiny catches of breath, “My mum actually asked about you the other day.”

Furrowing my brow, I darted my eyes with his. “She did?”

“Yup,” he told me with a nod of his head. “Told me you were the prettiest and sweetest girl I had ever brought home,” he paused, breathing out a smile as he lifted his free hand to card through the front of his wild hair. “Said I should bring ya back more often.”

Quirking my brows, I let out a pleased hum, pushing my face back down to his chest. “Well, your mum is super sweet, Ni, and…very correct.” A laugh rumbled out from his chest, the entire bed shaking lightly before I shot my stare back up to his. “Now I know where you get it from,” I whispered, giving him a smile.

He shrugged a shoulder, his mouth tugging into a half smirk. “Yeah, I am always right, aren’t I?”

“You fucking wish,” I scoffed.

He let out a snort as his fingers danced over the slope of my shoulder blades. It was quiet again, the sound of the air con kicking in and filling the room with a slight buzzing. “So…would you ever go back with me?” he asked, his voice deep in his chest.

“Back where?” I mumbled as I watched my fingers pull lightly at his chest hair.

“Mullingar,” he stated, swallowing hard as his free hand scratched at the skin of his lower tummy, “with me one day?”

Sliding my face up to stare at him, I caught the bright blue of his eyes as he was already peering down at me, his little pink lips just barely turned down at the corners as he waited for me to reply. Reaching my hand up, I cupped around his jaw and pulled his face down to mine, sweetly pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. My lips lingered on his, a smile spreading as I pulled away and locked my stare with his. “I’d love to,” I whispered to him, my answer genuine as I lightly licked the taste of him off my lips.

“Maybe next time we go,” he said, pulling me into him with a grip on my shoulder, “we can be more than just mates?”

Rolling my eyes, I let out a huff of breath and playfully shoved my hand at his chest. “You’re pushing it, Horan,” I grumbled, snuggling my body back down against him to settle into his warmth. He let out another hearty laugh and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

I think we both knew he wasn’t joking with that comment, and I think we also both knew that as much as we would want it happen, it probably wouldn’t. My time with Niall was limited, as much as I hated to think about it and as much as I didn’t want it to be true, in the back of our minds, we always knew that. This is why I wanted to savor every bit of him that I could and let my mind drift and dream. Dream of the what ifs and wanting to be loved by him in a way that left me bruised from the harshness of someone caring so much. I would take what I could get from all the perfect little moments I had with Niall and let my mind think otherwise.

This was one of those moments. Wrapped up in his arms, bodies sore and wasted from making love, laced with the marks of how much we truly felt about one another but simply not being able to show it to the world. There was nothing else that mattered but each other, right here, right in this moment. I wanted Niall and I had Niall. He was all mine, if even for this short time. And not once did Liam even cross my mind.

#niall #niall horan #niall smut #niall au #niall fic #liam #liam fic #au #love triangle #fg #chapter 11 #THIS ONE IS SO LONG GUYS IM SORRY #also this is prob my fave chapter #or at least one of my top fave #prob my fave lol #enjoy!!

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