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justagirlthatlovedtoread · 2 months ago

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The morning after

Niall was lying next to you in your bed, his arms wrapped around your waist as his nose was buried in the crook of your neck. He was breathing in your scent, his body pressed against yours. Niall couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt in his chest as you acted as if the night before never happened. He knew that you and him had had a one-night stand, and it had meant so much to him, but here you were, pretending you didn't remember a thing. Niall tried to hide his emotions but he was hurting.

"You ok?" You say, as you look around to face him, and swallow the lump in your throat when you realize his face is inches away from yours.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you asked if he was okay. He tried to keep his composure, nodding his head slightly as he looked into your eyes. It was difficult for him to hide how he was feeling. He wanted to tell you how much he cared, how the night you spent together was so much more than a one-night stand for him. But instead, he just said, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Niall tightened his arms around your waist slightly, his body pressed closer to yours. He could feel your breath on his skin and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to pull you in even closer, to feel every inch of you against him, but he restrained himself, knowing that you were pretending not to remember the night before. His heart ached as he looked into your eyes, desperately fighting the urge to tell you how he truly felt.

He could hear your heart beat slightly faster as he held you close, his body responding to your proximity. Niall could feel the heat radiating off of you, and he couldn't help but notice the way your eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze. He knew that you were avoiding the memories of the night before, but he couldn't help but wonder why. Was it just a one-night stand to you? Or was it more? Niall was desperate to know, but he didn't want to push you to remember something you clearly wanted to forget.

Niall couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know the truth. He took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice betraying his vulnerability, "Do you... do you remember last night at all?" The question hung in the air between you, his arms still around your waist, his body still pressed against yours.

"I remember.....I remember a little" you hesitantly say.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you admitted that you remembered at least a little. He wasn't about to take that as an answer, though. He needed more. "A little?" he asked, his voice soft. "What do you remember, exactly?"

"What do you remember?", emphasizing the 'you'.

Niall's heart skipped a beat at your question. He knew exactly what he remembered. Every single detail. The way your body felt against his, the way your lips tasted, the way you looked at him, the way you gasped his name. He remembered it all.

Niall swallowed, his voice slightly choked, as he replied, "I remember everything."

He studied your face closely, trying to gauge your reaction. He could see the mixture of emotions in your eyes, the guilt and the confusion. Niall's heart ached as he watched you struggle to respond. He wanted to reach out and touch your face, to reassure you that it was okay, but he held himself back. He needed to know the truth. He needed to know how you felt about what happened between you last night.

You sigh. "Niall, I'm so so sorry" you said, putting your face in your hands.

Niall's heart sank as you apologized, your hand covering your face. He could see the guilt and shame on your face, and he didn't understand why. Niall reached out and gently took your hand from your face, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Don't apologize," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

He squeezed your hand gently, trying to convey his support and understanding. He could see that you were feeling torn, and he hated seeing you like this. Niall wanted to reassure you, to tell you that what happened between you last night was not something to be sorry for. It was something he'd been hoping for for so long.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks

"yes" you say as you looked down. Your voice hardly audible.

Niall took a deep breath, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand with his left hand, and raising his right hand to lift up your chin gently.

He carefully chose his words. "Why are you apologizing?"

He wanted to know why you were feeling guilty, why you were trying to pretend it didn't happen. Niall needed to hear the truth from your lips.

"Because this changes absolutely everything"

Niall's heart skipped a beat at your words. He could hear the fear and uncertainty in your voice, and he knew that you were right. What happened between you last night had changed things. But Niall didn't see it as a bad thing. He saw it as an opportunity, a chance for something more.

"Why does it have to change everything?" he asked quietly, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Because... because we're friends"

Niall's heart ached as you reminded him that you were friends, and yet he couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope. Your breath hitched, and Niall's eyes were locked on your lips. He was so close, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off of your skin, and the urge to be even closer was getting too strong to ignore.

"So?" he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, waiting for any indication that you wanted to stop, but when he didn't notice any signs, He decided he couldn't resist any longer.

So with a mixture of courage and desperation, Niall closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. It wasn't a rough or passionate kiss like the one the night before. This one was tender, pleading, as if he was silently begging you to reciprocate.

Niall's heart hammered in his chest as you kissed back, his lips gently moving against yours. The feeling of your lips touching his sent electricity shooting through his body, and Niall couldn't help but savor the sensation. He pulled you in closer, their bodies molding together, and he felt your breath hitch again as he deepened the kiss.

It was a mix of tenderness and hunger, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as he explored your mouth, his feelings pouring into every move. Niall's hand slid up from your waist to cradle your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently as he tried to convey everything he was feeling through the kiss.

Finally, after what both felt like an eternity and not nearly long enough, Niall pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He could feel your pulse racing, echoing the beating of his own heart. Niall's thumb continued to stroke your cheek, his eyes searching your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

"I don't regret what happened last night," he said quietly, his voice gruff with emotion. "I don't want things to change. But I want... I want more. I want you." Niall's voice was laced with vulnerability and desperation as he confessed how he truly felt about you.

"Niall...I-"

Niall's heart hammered in his chest as he waited for you to respond. He could feel the tension between you, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. Niall's eyes searched your face, silently pleading for you to say something, anything to give him some idea of how you were feeling.

"Please," he whispered, his hand trailing from your cheek, down to your neck and back up again, "tell me what you're thinking."

"Um, I...What do we do about this? Looking into his eyes.

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you whispered, and he nodded his head slightly as if to say he understood what you meant.

"I don't know about you, I mean....I could take a guess....and I know I've said it a handful of times already, but I want you" he breathed, his voice hoarse with emotion, "so badly. I've been wanting you for so long. Last night... It was everything I've ever wanted, and I don't want it to be just a one-time thing."

"But you're my bestfriend, and you- i- you're my brothers best friend too. What if we have a nasty break up and you guys never speak again, what if-"

Niall could sense the fear and doubt in your voice as you spoke, and he realized that you were expressing the same concerns that were gnawing at the back of his mind. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours.

"I know," he nodded, his hand gently stroking your cheek, "there's a lot at risk here. But I've thought about this for a long time, and the thought of losing the chance to be with you, it's... it's scarier than the thought of losing Harry's friendship."

"I believe in us," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. "I believe that what we have is worth taking the risk. I don't want to keep pretending that I only see you as a friend, because that's not true. You're so much more than that to me, and I'm willing to fight for what we could have together."

"And as for Harry," he continued, a small hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "I think he'd probably be pretty ecstatic if we became a couple. He's always joked about us being together."

"He has? He's my brother...why I didn't know this?" You say as you giggle lightly, facepalming.

Niall chuckled softly at your surprise, his thumb continuing to lightly caress your cheek.

"Yeah, he's been making little comments for months now," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "He's always saying things like 'You two should just get together already' and 'You're both so obvious, it's adorable.'"

"Oh my gosh" you say with a laugh, as It suddenly all comes to you.

Niall's smile grew as he saw the realization dawn on your face. "I don't think Harry's gonna mind," he said, his voice filled with a touch of playful confidence. "In fact, he might even be happy for us. And who knows, maybe he'll stop with the jokes about us being a couple once we actually are one."

"But more importantly," Niall said, his voice growing serious again, "I want to make sure you're on the same page as me. Do you... do you want this as much as I do? Do you want to be with me, to be more than friends? Because if you don't, I won't push. The last thing I wanna do is pressure you into something you're not comfortable with."

Niall's heart beat faster as he waited for your response, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on your skin. He was trying to keep a calm exterior, but the fear of rejection was gnawing at him from the inside. He wanted this, he wanted you so badly, but he needed to know if you felt the same way.

You smile at him. "You're always such a gentleman, you know that right?"

Niall chuckled softly, a mixture of bashfulness and surprise at your unexpected compliment. He couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth wash over him at your words.

"Ah, well," he said, a sheepish smile on his face, "I try to be. Especially with you."

You both laugh with each other a couple of seconds. It's always been like that between the two of you. So easy and free flowing.

He took a moment to savor the feeling of being close to you, his hand still cradling your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The tension between you had shifted, the air was charged with a different kind of energy. Niall couldn't help but feel relieved.

"So," he continued, his voice filled with a hint of hopeful anticipation, "you didn't answer my question. Do you, uh, do you..." Niall's voice trailed off, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for your response.

"Yes- yes, I do," you say after pausing for a second.

Niall's eyes widened and his heart soared at your words, a sense of pure joy flooding through him. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He couldn't help but smile widely, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"You do?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and elation. "You want to be with me?"

"Yes Niall, I'd love to be with you"

His smile grew even wider as the confirmation of your words sank in. He picked you up and spun you around you around, placing you back in the ground you down a few moments later and wrapping his arms around you, with body pressing against yours. A rush of emotions washed over him, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and happiness.

"Thank God," he breathed, his voice filled with a mix of laughter and emotion. "I was so worried you would say no."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms holding you tight as he savored the feeling of having you in his embrace. The relief and joy coursing through him were overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he spoke.

"I thought I'd have to do a much harder pitch to convince you," he teased, his breath warm against your skin.

"You already had me long before now, you knew that"

Niall's heart skipped a beat as you confessed that you'd been his all along, a mix of disbelief, relief, and happiness filling him. His arms tightened around you, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

"I had a feeling," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and tenderness. "But I was afraid that I was just imagining things, that I was the only one feeling this strongly."

"you're such a sap!" You laughed.

Niall chuckled at your teasing, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he feigned offense.

"Excuse me," he said, pretending to be wounded, "I'll have you know that I'm simply a hopeless romantic."

He gently poked your side, a playful glint in his eye as he spoke, "I can't help it if I'm a sap, especially when it comes to you. You bring out the romantic in me, you know that?"

He continued to hold you in his arms in silence for a few minutes, his hands gently running up and down your back in soothing circles. Niall's heart was overflowing with a mix of emotions, and he couldn't resist stealing a few more moments to enjoy the feeling of having you close.

"But if I'm a sap, what does that make you? Since you've secretly liked me, too."

He leaned back slightly, a playful glimmer in his eyes, as he waited for your response. Niall couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the fact that he wasn't the only one who had secretly harbored feelings for the other.

"Mmmm" you giggle before saying something else.

"it looks like we have some explaining to do" stroking the top of his head, through his wavy brunette hair.

Niall chuckled at your abrupt change in subject, his arms still wrapped around your waist, his body still pressed against yours. He understood where your mind was headed, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness at the thought of discussing this with Harry.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he agreed, a touch of amusement in his voice. "I guess we can't keep this a secret from your brother for much longer."

"He's going to enjoy this isn't he?"

Niall let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement. "Oh, absolutely," he said, a mix of resignation and humor lacing his voice.

"I have no doubt that Harry will be absolutely thrilled. He already had suspicions about us, now he's gonna have confirmation, and he'll probably take great pleasure in being right all along.

"Just prepare yourself for all the 'I told you so's' and the endless teasing," Niall added, a hint of amusement in his voice. "He'll be really happy for us, too" he says, giving you reassurance without even knowing it.

Niall is such a great guy.

He pulled back slightly, giving you a reassuring smile, his hands still resting on your waist. "He just needs to get his teasing out of his system first. Then, hopefully, we can all move on and enjoy this new stage in our relationship."

"We're in this together, and we'll face whatever comes our way, with Harry's jokes and all. But before we go down stairs and tell him....." He says, stepping impossibly closer.

"I really want to kiss you again" he says, looking down at you, and stroking your hips.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, his gaze filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. He could feel the tension between you, a combination of the conversation you'd just had and the lingering aftermath of your recent make-out session.

"Just one more kiss before we face Harry," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of pleading.

"One more kiss" you whispered, smiling.

Niall's smile broadened at your agreement, his heart skipping a beat as he realized he could kiss you once more. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently leaned in, his lips brushing against yours.

The kiss started off soft and gentle, a tender connection between the two of you. But slowly, the passion flared up again as Niall deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, his body pressing against yours.

He couldn't help but lose himself in the moment, the feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips, overwhelming all his senses. Niall's hands roamed across your back, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin, trying to pull you even closer, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

After a few minutes, Niall reluctantly pulled back, his breath coming in short gasps, his chest rising and falling with the rapid beat of his heart. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of desire and tenderness in his gaze.

"You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly with emotion.

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