Knowing You
Niall's Love
ELEVEN
I feel sick starting his plan so early but I can’t help it. I pushed open my door and Niall was dozing off on the duvet of my bed. He probably didn’t hear Harry screaming at me or me screaming at Harry so he started to fall asleep again on my bed.
“Niall.” I whispered, shaking him slightly.
“Hmmm?” He said, pushing his face farther in one of my pillows.
“Kiss me.” I whispered.
That woke him up. He opened his eyes instantly, turning to face me. He got up quickly, sitting back on his hands in awe as I looked down at him. He was confused. His eyes narrowed at me and he tilting his face to the side just a bit before speaking, “What?”
I rolled my eyes, I had just done this with Harry… I don’t want Niall to say ‘what?’ I want him to kiss me right now. Before he could think anymore, I bent down and pushed my lips onto his. He was hesitant for a second, just a second, then he slowly put both of his hands on my cheeks, pulling me farther towards him.
My arm was bent, my hand on Niall’s bicep, my other on the crook of his neck, my fingers pressing into his skin lightly there as Niall started to move his lips. A spark lit off in my stomach, making me smile while I kissed him back. My hair fell down my shoulders and around my face, causing me to giggle as I broke off the kiss to push it back behind my shoulder. Niall smiled at me, “Why did you ask me to kiss you?” He smirked.
“Why are you asking me questions?” I smugly countered, before allowing myself to straddle his lap with the aid of Niall’s guiding hands. I smiled as wrapped my legs around Niall’s back, putting both of my hands on his cheeks and pressing my lips to his once again.
The touch of his hands made me shudder. They started at the top of my back and slowly slid down my spine. I could feel the brush of his fingertips as I deepened our kiss by opening my mouth. Niall did the same and I started to feel the pressure of his fingers at the small of my back.
My right hand slid up and brushed through his soft hair… it’s not a mess like Harry’s. I know I won’t get my fingers trapped inside of it so I twirled my pointer finger it the soft gold hair. Niall’s lips taste safe, happy. Actually, the taste of his lips directly correspond with the feeling I have when I’m with him; safety.
I couldn’t help myself; I let out a small squeak when Niall put his hands under my thighs and lifted us up, scooting himself father back onto my bed. My hair fell down with his action, but I ignored it this time as Niall leaned backwards so he was now lying down. My knees pivoted me up so I was hovering over him, my legs on the sides of his waist.
Our lips met inside the curtain of my falling hair. I found my arms giving out, purposely, and I lowered myself to be flat on Niall’s chest. His hands gripped my waist and cupped me perfectly. My toes curled in my footie socks when Niall slid his lip across my teeth, and then moved quickly to kiss my jaw.
Last night I was trying to decide who I actually loved; Niall or Harry. Now Harry has told me to be with Niall and minutes later I’m in an intense snog with the blonde boy. What the hell? My life has turned for seemingly the better and now I am just going to have to go with it.
My fingers pushed my chest off of Niall’s and I collected my hair on one side of my head. We both paused, breathing heavy. Niall’s stomach flexed underneath me, I don’t think he did it on purpose, but it was still hot nonetheless. I stared down into the blonde’s eyes and let out a deep sigh.
Niall seemed disappointed with my sigh, furrowing his eyebrows at me. I smiled, shaking my head, “Why are you giving me that look?” I giggled, “If you’re nervous, you should realize that you left me breathless.”
He then smiled, “Why did we just do that?”
“Because I love you, Nialler.”
“I have loved you since your eightieth birthday, Gia. I know Harry says that… but I really have. If you need me to prove it, tell me what you need me to do.”
I shook my head, not being able to suppress my huge grin, “I believe you, Niall. I believe you so much that it hurts.” I then let out a giggle, “God, we are such dorks.” I lifted one of my hands and put it on my forehead.
Niall sat up on one of his elbows, but kept one hand on my hip, steading me. He let out a light laugh, “I love the dork inside of you.” This made my smile fade a little bit into seriousness.
“What does that mean?” I whispered my question.
“That means that I want to be with you.” He responded his voice hush even though no one would possibly be able to hear us. Ed was still held up in his room.
“Then be with me.” I offered, blinking my eyes at him
Niall moved fast, lifting his stomach and me with him. He spun his body around roughly but softly pressed my back against the mattress as he kneeled between my legs. I lifted them, locking them together around Niall’s torso as he leaned over me, pressing a kiss to my jaw line, then the corner of my mouth, then the back of my hand when he intertwined our fingers.
“Can I be a dork for one more sec?” Niall asked as we got off my bed and entered the living room.
“Of course.” I said, plucking an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. I sat next to him on the couch and he draped an arm around my shoulder, turning on the TV.
“I want to take you out on a real date. Most people ask someone on a date, then they decide to go out with each other. I want us to be like a normal couple, not too much fame. You know how fame can ruin relationships…” He sighed.
I do know. Ed had a relationship with a girl named Hailey for three years. It was a good relationship, strong. Then Ed became famous. I had been so convinced that they were going to end up together forever but they didn’t… fame killed them… crushed them.
“That sounds absolutely perfect.” I smiled at Niall.
TWO DAYS LATER
I haven’t seen Harry since he told me to be with Niall; where does that leave us? Niall and I have planned out our first real date later tonight, but I want to talk to Harry before. I just need to see where his head is… yoga pants and a sweatshirt were the ’fashionable’ outfit for the midday and for seeing Harry.
It was cold outside, very cold. I kept my coat buttoned up all the way as I wandered up to Harry’s apartment door. I had texted him earlier seeing if it was ok that I stopped by this time. I didn’t receive a response, but knowing Harry, he would make sure that he was here anyway.
My knuckles racked against the wood and he yanked open the door a few moments later. He was shirtless, of course, and smiling at me, “Hi.”
After I took off my coat and boots, I turned to Harry, throwing my scarf aside and took the few steps to him in a jog. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he let his arms snake around my upper back lifting me up in our hug. My face was buried in his neck for a moment before I pulled back.
“Why didn’t you respond to my texts?” I asked, fanning my face, “Damn, Haz, it’s so hot in here.”
“I figured that if it’s really hot you’d take all your clothes off and walk around naked.” My immediate glare was a warning to him. He instantly laughed, “I know you’re with Niall, ok? I’m just poking fun at your amazing body like I always do.” He defended, putting his hands up in defense.
When I didn’t respond, Harry answered my question from a moment ago, “I’ve just been busy, and that’s all.” He said about his lack of response to my text messages.
“I just wanted to see how you were feeling.” I sighed, sitting down on his couch.
“I’m feeling great.” He said instantly. It sounded like he’s rehearsed it a thousand times… I know he’s lying. I know that Harry is hurt, but there’s nothing I can do about it but desperately hope that time will heal him because I don’t think I have the ability too. He continued with a fake smile, “But I know you must be feeling great.” He wriggled his eyebrows, “You’re having that big date with Niall tonight? He hasn’t shut up about it for the past two damn days.”
I winced, “I can tell him to tone it down a bit if it makes you uncomfortable.” Then I sighed, “Niall really doesn’t want to hurt you, Harry. I promise.”
“Thanks for that promise.” Harry shrugged me off, “I know he doesn’t… and I kind of hate that. If he was a jerk and rubbed it in my face, I could use it against him but he’s not. Too damn nice.” Harry complained.
I smiled at the thought of my boyfriend… it’s true. He really doesn’t want to hurt Harry. Harry is basically his best friend besides the other boys and he doesn’t want to lose him. He wondered if keeping us a secret for a little while longer would be best but I didn’t think so… don’t think so. If we kept ourselves a secret, someone would find out and Harry would explode… and he wouldn’t have backed off.
“I still want you to be my best friend, you know?” I said to Harry.
“Yeah, ok.” Harry mumbled, “You want me to be your best friend until Niall offers to do some sexual thing with you then you’ll ditch me faster than you even thought possible.”
“What makes you think that?” I laughed.
“Because all girls are horny… I’ve been with enough women to realize that. And besides, Niall’s a soft snowflake, hell, if he offered to do things to me I might not object.”
I widened my eyes, kicking a stray pillow that had found itself on the floor towards Harry. Harry dodged it easily enough then pointed at me, “You didn’t deny it.”
“Can we not talk about Niall and I’s sexual relations?” I offered, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Well, I think that would be best.” Harry winked. Then he leaned back, putting his elbow on the table behind him, “But you need to promise me one think, Gia.”
“Ok, shoot.” I said, taking a sip of the water bottle that was set in front of me by Harry.
“Tell me when you and Niall have sex.”
The water spurted out of my mouth and all on the coffee table in surprise. Did he really just ask me that?! I choked on my water for a moment and hit my chest twice with my closed fist and shook my head, “What the hell, Harry?!”
“I just want to know, alright? Just promise that you’ll tell me and then I’ll promise that I won’t ask you anything else about your relationship with the Nialler.”
“Fine.” I snapped, getting ahold of my breathing for the first time, “I promise.”
LATER THAT NIGHT
“Hey.” I smiled to Niall when I opened the door. I was met with Niall standing next to me in a pair of jeans and a plain white long sleeve shirt underneath his large winter coat. I was wearing some jeans myself and a low cut blouse with my hair in a wavy mess down my shoulders and back.
“Ready to go?” He offered.
“Almost.” I nodded, grabbing my coat and wrapping a scarf around my neck. I followed Niall out the door and slipped on some gloves as we walked down the stairs and out the front door of the building. The moment the cold air hit us, Niall wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.
“So where are we going?” I asked him sweetly when he pulled the door open for me.
“To the bowling alley.” Niall winked.
“We are going bowling?” I frowned. I tried to hide it, but the emotion came too fast. Niall glanced over at me and widened his eyes. I can tell he already feels like he’s messing up but I shook my head, scolding myself, “it should be fun, I’m excited.” I lied.
After getting out of the car, I was under Niall’s arm again as we walked through the entrance of the bowling alley. There were loads of people having fun, making out in the seats next to the lanes. I was surprised when Niall led me away from the front desk.
“Don’t we need shoes?” I offered.
“We aren’t bowling.” Niall laughed, “Just follow me.” He stepped in front of me, grabbing onto my hand and leading me through a side door.
It clanged shut behind us and I jumped, “Niall, I can’t see anything.” I complained, getting a bit frightened. I could make out his footsteps as his touch disappeared away from my hand. I heard a few noises in the pitch black and I shrieked when something touched my arm, “Niall!” I cried, jumping forward. Instantly, I was caught in his chest.
The lights started to grow to lights above us and I could see the surroundings around me. It was a private movie theater… one large reclining chair that could fit probably one large person. It was spewed with blankets and pillows behind it, “Like it?” Niall asked me.
I was still in amazement. The screen in front of the recliner was huge, and I could see the surround sound scattered all over the room in small speakers. I’m a movie person and I’ve never been in a movie theater like this. I narrowed my eyes at him, “You scared me in the dark.”
“I’m sorry.” He smiled, giggling at me. He pressed his lips to my temple before leading me down a few steps to the large chair. He jumped up and I followed suit, fitting in right next to him. My side was pressed into his as he turned on the screen with a remote. There was a list of new movies that could be chosen.
“Um, I don’t know.” I answered with a laugh, “There are so many to choose from.”
“I know right… this is Zayn’s private theater… his parents own the bowling alley and Zayn built this in the back when he started to get money. I told him about our first date and he offered it up. I know you like movies so I thought that it might be a good choice.” Niall explained.
“It’s perfect.” I smiled, becoming giddy. I pressed my lips to Niall’s firmly before pointing back at the screen, “What about that movie with Channing Tatum?”
I feel sick starting his plan so early but I can’t help it. I pushed open my door and Niall was dozing off on the duvet of my bed. He probably didn’t hear Harry screaming at me or me screaming at Harry so he started to fall asleep again on my bed.
“Niall.” I whispered, shaking him slightly.
“Hmmm?” He said, pushing his face farther in one of my pillows.
“Kiss me.” I whispered.
That woke him up. He opened his eyes instantly, turning to face me. He got up quickly, sitting back on his hands in awe as I looked down at him. He was confused. His eyes narrowed at me and he tilting his face to the side just a bit before speaking, “What?”
I rolled my eyes, I had just done this with Harry… I don’t want Niall to say ‘what?’ I want him to kiss me right now. Before he could think anymore, I bent down and pushed my lips onto his. He was hesitant for a second, just a second, then he slowly put both of his hands on my cheeks, pulling me farther towards him.
My arm was bent, my hand on Niall’s bicep, my other on the crook of his neck, my fingers pressing into his skin lightly there as Niall started to move his lips. A spark lit off in my stomach, making me smile while I kissed him back. My hair fell down my shoulders and around my face, causing me to giggle as I broke off the kiss to push it back behind my shoulder. Niall smiled at me, “Why did you ask me to kiss you?” He smirked.
“Why are you asking me questions?” I smugly countered, before allowing myself to straddle his lap with the aid of Niall’s guiding hands. I smiled as wrapped my legs around Niall’s back, putting both of my hands on his cheeks and pressing my lips to his once again.
The touch of his hands made me shudder. They started at the top of my back and slowly slid down my spine. I could feel the brush of his fingertips as I deepened our kiss by opening my mouth. Niall did the same and I started to feel the pressure of his fingers at the small of my back.
My right hand slid up and brushed through his soft hair… it’s not a mess like Harry’s. I know I won’t get my fingers trapped inside of it so I twirled my pointer finger it the soft gold hair. Niall’s lips taste safe, happy. Actually, the taste of his lips directly correspond with the feeling I have when I’m with him; safety.
I couldn’t help myself; I let out a small squeak when Niall put his hands under my thighs and lifted us up, scooting himself father back onto my bed. My hair fell down with his action, but I ignored it this time as Niall leaned backwards so he was now lying down. My knees pivoted me up so I was hovering over him, my legs on the sides of his waist.
Our lips met inside the curtain of my falling hair. I found my arms giving out, purposely, and I lowered myself to be flat on Niall’s chest. His hands gripped my waist and cupped me perfectly. My toes curled in my footie socks when Niall slid his lip across my teeth, and then moved quickly to kiss my jaw.
Last night I was trying to decide who I actually loved; Niall or Harry. Now Harry has told me to be with Niall and minutes later I’m in an intense snog with the blonde boy. What the hell? My life has turned for seemingly the better and now I am just going to have to go with it.
My fingers pushed my chest off of Niall’s and I collected my hair on one side of my head. We both paused, breathing heavy. Niall’s stomach flexed underneath me, I don’t think he did it on purpose, but it was still hot nonetheless. I stared down into the blonde’s eyes and let out a deep sigh.
Niall seemed disappointed with my sigh, furrowing his eyebrows at me. I smiled, shaking my head, “Why are you giving me that look?” I giggled, “If you’re nervous, you should realize that you left me breathless.”
He then smiled, “Why did we just do that?”
“Because I love you, Nialler.”
“I have loved you since your eightieth birthday, Gia. I know Harry says that… but I really have. If you need me to prove it, tell me what you need me to do.”
I shook my head, not being able to suppress my huge grin, “I believe you, Niall. I believe you so much that it hurts.” I then let out a giggle, “God, we are such dorks.” I lifted one of my hands and put it on my forehead.
Niall sat up on one of his elbows, but kept one hand on my hip, steading me. He let out a light laugh, “I love the dork inside of you.” This made my smile fade a little bit into seriousness.
“What does that mean?” I whispered my question.
“That means that I want to be with you.” He responded his voice hush even though no one would possibly be able to hear us. Ed was still held up in his room.
“Then be with me.” I offered, blinking my eyes at him
Niall moved fast, lifting his stomach and me with him. He spun his body around roughly but softly pressed my back against the mattress as he kneeled between my legs. I lifted them, locking them together around Niall’s torso as he leaned over me, pressing a kiss to my jaw line, then the corner of my mouth, then the back of my hand when he intertwined our fingers.
“Can I be a dork for one more sec?” Niall asked as we got off my bed and entered the living room.
“Of course.” I said, plucking an apple from the fruit bowl and taking a bite. I sat next to him on the couch and he draped an arm around my shoulder, turning on the TV.
“I want to take you out on a real date. Most people ask someone on a date, then they decide to go out with each other. I want us to be like a normal couple, not too much fame. You know how fame can ruin relationships…” He sighed.
I do know. Ed had a relationship with a girl named Hailey for three years. It was a good relationship, strong. Then Ed became famous. I had been so convinced that they were going to end up together forever but they didn’t… fame killed them… crushed them.
“That sounds absolutely perfect.” I smiled at Niall.
TWO DAYS LATER
I haven’t seen Harry since he told me to be with Niall; where does that leave us? Niall and I have planned out our first real date later tonight, but I want to talk to Harry before. I just need to see where his head is… yoga pants and a sweatshirt were the ’fashionable’ outfit for the midday and for seeing Harry.
It was cold outside, very cold. I kept my coat buttoned up all the way as I wandered up to Harry’s apartment door. I had texted him earlier seeing if it was ok that I stopped by this time. I didn’t receive a response, but knowing Harry, he would make sure that he was here anyway.
My knuckles racked against the wood and he yanked open the door a few moments later. He was shirtless, of course, and smiling at me, “Hi.”
After I took off my coat and boots, I turned to Harry, throwing my scarf aside and took the few steps to him in a jog. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he let his arms snake around my upper back lifting me up in our hug. My face was buried in his neck for a moment before I pulled back.
“Why didn’t you respond to my texts?” I asked, fanning my face, “Damn, Haz, it’s so hot in here.”
“I figured that if it’s really hot you’d take all your clothes off and walk around naked.” My immediate glare was a warning to him. He instantly laughed, “I know you’re with Niall, ok? I’m just poking fun at your amazing body like I always do.” He defended, putting his hands up in defense.
When I didn’t respond, Harry answered my question from a moment ago, “I’ve just been busy, and that’s all.” He said about his lack of response to my text messages.
“I just wanted to see how you were feeling.” I sighed, sitting down on his couch.
“I’m feeling great.” He said instantly. It sounded like he’s rehearsed it a thousand times… I know he’s lying. I know that Harry is hurt, but there’s nothing I can do about it but desperately hope that time will heal him because I don’t think I have the ability too. He continued with a fake smile, “But I know you must be feeling great.” He wriggled his eyebrows, “You’re having that big date with Niall tonight? He hasn’t shut up about it for the past two damn days.”
I winced, “I can tell him to tone it down a bit if it makes you uncomfortable.” Then I sighed, “Niall really doesn’t want to hurt you, Harry. I promise.”
“Thanks for that promise.” Harry shrugged me off, “I know he doesn’t… and I kind of hate that. If he was a jerk and rubbed it in my face, I could use it against him but he’s not. Too damn nice.” Harry complained.
I smiled at the thought of my boyfriend… it’s true. He really doesn’t want to hurt Harry. Harry is basically his best friend besides the other boys and he doesn’t want to lose him. He wondered if keeping us a secret for a little while longer would be best but I didn’t think so… don’t think so. If we kept ourselves a secret, someone would find out and Harry would explode… and he wouldn’t have backed off.
“I still want you to be my best friend, you know?” I said to Harry.
“Yeah, ok.” Harry mumbled, “You want me to be your best friend until Niall offers to do some sexual thing with you then you’ll ditch me faster than you even thought possible.”
“What makes you think that?” I laughed.
“Because all girls are horny… I’ve been with enough women to realize that. And besides, Niall’s a soft snowflake, hell, if he offered to do things to me I might not object.”
I widened my eyes, kicking a stray pillow that had found itself on the floor towards Harry. Harry dodged it easily enough then pointed at me, “You didn’t deny it.”
“Can we not talk about Niall and I’s sexual relations?” I offered, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Well, I think that would be best.” Harry winked. Then he leaned back, putting his elbow on the table behind him, “But you need to promise me one think, Gia.”
“Ok, shoot.” I said, taking a sip of the water bottle that was set in front of me by Harry.
“Tell me when you and Niall have sex.”
The water spurted out of my mouth and all on the coffee table in surprise. Did he really just ask me that?! I choked on my water for a moment and hit my chest twice with my closed fist and shook my head, “What the hell, Harry?!”
“I just want to know, alright? Just promise that you’ll tell me and then I’ll promise that I won’t ask you anything else about your relationship with the Nialler.”
“Fine.” I snapped, getting ahold of my breathing for the first time, “I promise.”
LATER THAT NIGHT
“Hey.” I smiled to Niall when I opened the door. I was met with Niall standing next to me in a pair of jeans and a plain white long sleeve shirt underneath his large winter coat. I was wearing some jeans myself and a low cut blouse with my hair in a wavy mess down my shoulders and back.
“Ready to go?” He offered.
“Almost.” I nodded, grabbing my coat and wrapping a scarf around my neck. I followed Niall out the door and slipped on some gloves as we walked down the stairs and out the front door of the building. The moment the cold air hit us, Niall wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him.
“So where are we going?” I asked him sweetly when he pulled the door open for me.
“To the bowling alley.” Niall winked.
“We are going bowling?” I frowned. I tried to hide it, but the emotion came too fast. Niall glanced over at me and widened his eyes. I can tell he already feels like he’s messing up but I shook my head, scolding myself, “it should be fun, I’m excited.” I lied.
After getting out of the car, I was under Niall’s arm again as we walked through the entrance of the bowling alley. There were loads of people having fun, making out in the seats next to the lanes. I was surprised when Niall led me away from the front desk.
“Don’t we need shoes?” I offered.
“We aren’t bowling.” Niall laughed, “Just follow me.” He stepped in front of me, grabbing onto my hand and leading me through a side door.
It clanged shut behind us and I jumped, “Niall, I can’t see anything.” I complained, getting a bit frightened. I could make out his footsteps as his touch disappeared away from my hand. I heard a few noises in the pitch black and I shrieked when something touched my arm, “Niall!” I cried, jumping forward. Instantly, I was caught in his chest.
The lights started to grow to lights above us and I could see the surroundings around me. It was a private movie theater… one large reclining chair that could fit probably one large person. It was spewed with blankets and pillows behind it, “Like it?” Niall asked me.
I was still in amazement. The screen in front of the recliner was huge, and I could see the surround sound scattered all over the room in small speakers. I’m a movie person and I’ve never been in a movie theater like this. I narrowed my eyes at him, “You scared me in the dark.”
“I’m sorry.” He smiled, giggling at me. He pressed his lips to my temple before leading me down a few steps to the large chair. He jumped up and I followed suit, fitting in right next to him. My side was pressed into his as he turned on the screen with a remote. There was a list of new movies that could be chosen.
“Um, I don’t know.” I answered with a laugh, “There are so many to choose from.”
“I know right… this is Zayn’s private theater… his parents own the bowling alley and Zayn built this in the back when he started to get money. I told him about our first date and he offered it up. I know you like movies so I thought that it might be a good choice.” Niall explained.
“It’s perfect.” I smiled, becoming giddy. I pressed my lips to Niall’s firmly before pointing back at the screen, “What about that movie with Channing Tatum?”
“No.” Niall laughed, “I’m not letting my girlfriend watch a movie with dancing stripper men on our first date… besides, and they aren’t even as hot as me.”
“Oh?” I laughed, sitting up, “Want to prove that?” I teased him.
Niall shrugged, “You asked for it.” He got off the recliner and shrugged again, then pulled his sweatshirt over his head. He was left in his t shirt, but not for long as he pulled that over his head as well. I shrieked when he tossed his shirt to me.
My eyes drifted down Niall’s many stomach muscles. His abs were perfect and made me open my mouth slightly. I could feel my lip being brought down between my teeth but I didn’t care. Niall then turned around and wriggled his bum at me. I laughed, giving it a little push with my socked foot.
“Yup, told you I was hotter than Channing.” He then jumped up without fetching his shirt and pulled the blanket over his legs. My hand rested on his bare stomach and rose when he breathed, “Your turn.” Niall insisted, giving me a kiss on my forehead.
“Ok.” I laughed. I slid from the recliner and stood in front of him. Niall kept his hand in the spot that I had left, the other one playing with the belt loop on his jeans. I undid the bottom button of my shirt and slowly started up the button line until I only had one left.
Thank god I didn’t wear my plain white bra… it wasn’t that sexy but at least it was a dark grey that contrasted with my skin. It was a push up so my breasts were more visibly seen by my boyfriend. When I had the shirt completely unbuttoned, I let it slip down and drop to the floor. I wiggled my hips, swaying them side to side.
Niall sighed, “You could say we are a pretty hot couple.”
Notes
how is everyone of the many people who have read my storyi just want to know ok
11/27/13