It Was Just a Night at the Bar

Jacey's POV
There was a good inch of snow coating the sidewalks. The only noise between the two of us was the sound of the snow crunching under our feet.
We were walking for about a half hour around Brooklyn, me clung to Niall's side, and Felix curled up into his chest.
"Here we are." Niall said, pulling a key out from his side pocket. We had walked up to an office building type structure. He unlocked the front door and a gust of warm air hit me. As he closed the door behind him and locked it, he unzipped his jacket and put Felix on the ground. "Make yourself at home." Niall said smiling. "Zayn owns this place. For all the art he's does in the city, its pays off." he continued. I looked around at the empty ground floor and just nodded. "Well it doesn't look like much here, but- come on, I'll show 'ya." he said and tugged on my wrist leading me up the stairs.
We entered a room about the size of a single story house. It was the biggest and most spacious place I'd ever been to. That really is saying much though, since my mom was an alcoholic and my dad was addicted to gambling, so I haven't been anywhere nicer than the holiday inn with my child molester uncle.
Zayn was in the kitchen unit making something that smelled like barbeque. It reminded me of the weekends I'd spent when I ran away from home, hung out with the homeless people of the Bronx. They brought me to a soup shelter and this pretty lady with red hair and freckles gave me a Sloppy Joe, a glass of apple juice and a big hug. The homeless people I had spent two months with more generous than either of my idiot parents ever were.
Liam was on the sofa sleeping, snoring considerably loud. Louis was sitting crisscrossed on the floor petting Zayn's dog, smiling like a little kid. And Harry was-- Harry was gone.
"Is this the beauty herself?" Louis asked as he looked up from the spot he sat in. "Harry talked so much about you."
"We're strangers, to be honest." I said putting my bangs behind my ear.
"Not to him." Zayn chuckled from the kitchen.
I blushed and looked at the floor a moment. Then looked back up and said, "What is this place?"
"Well, its where I live," Zayn started as he wiped his hands on a towel and started to walk towards me "but it's also our own little witness protection program."
"Yeah, you can stay here until we get Harry back." Niall smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder.
"How long until then?" I asked.
They all looked at each other (except Liam) nervously before Louis piped up to answer. "Love, there is a chance that Harry won't come back."
"But you're his friends." I said confused. "You'd do anything to help him."
"Of course, but, Jacey, we don't even know where he is." Niall said moving the hand on my shoulder up and down soothingly. "We haven't even gotten a ransom yet."
I nodded slowly whilst staring at my feet. "So I might have to stay here... Forever?" I asked awkwardly.
"You say that like its a bad thing." Zayn joked, trying to lighten the mood.
They could feel how uncomfortable I was. It was hard to ignore. I kind of wanted to walk around and explore, but I was also contemplating if I should just run away. I didn't kniw any of these guys at all. Well, Niall and I had gotten pretty close, or, as close as two strangers can get. He saw me in my underwear and kind of saved my life (if this while gang thing is even real).
"Why don't I show you to your room?" Niall said after clearing his throat. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me through the long hallway, leading to a room at the end.
He opened the door to a cute little room that seemed already designed for me, or, for any girl with similar personality traits. "Tada!" he said grinning wide.
"Thanks." I said meekly, looking at Niall's hands instead of face.
He put his hand under my chin and brought it up so I had no choice but to look at him.
"I might be in a gang, but I'm a good guy, I swear." he said, his smiling subsided to a little smirk.
"Okay." I said, captivated by his glistening blue eyes. "If I may use it, where is the shower?" I asked, feeling dirty still from last night's events.
"Right across the hall." he smiled. "the food'll be ready in an hour, so take your time." he said, before walking out and closing the door.
I took a deep breath in and then exhaled slowly, shutting my eyes whilst doing it.
I grabbed a towel from my suitcase and headed for the doorknob.
***
The hot water hit my skin, easing the stress and tension I had built up over this entire week. I didn't care to hurry since the food a group of strangers were making me wouldn't be ready for an hour.
I lathered my hair with the shampoo provided. It smelled like men's cologne, and now, so did I. Great.
I finished washing up, taking about twenty minutes in all, but wanting to stay in the rain of steam and water for longer. I peeked behind the shower curtain trying to locate my towel and clothing. I looked around and they weren't anywhere to found. I wasn't worried or angry, just exhausted and too tired to react negatively.
"Niall!" I shouted. I heard footsteps hurry down the hallway to the door.
"Yes?" he said from the other side of the door.
"Someone took my stuff. Could you get me a towel, please?" I asked as politely as I possibly could.
"Sure." he said, scurrying off and rushing back quickly.
In a matter of minutes, Niall was knocking on the door of the loo. I twisted the shower off and wrung out my sopping wet hair till it was only damp. I walked to the door and opened it, forgetting I was stark naked. There Niall stood with pink cheeks and a blue towel in hand.
"Uh, here." he said handing me the cloth, keeping is eyes on my chest. I scoffed lightly, thinking it was silly to be aroused by myself. I was too skinny to be the curvy girl I had hoped to be, and I didn't have the Double D cup breasts I had wanted. My skin was tanned, unlike all the beautiful fair skinned women I had seen in winter catalogs, and I had long wavy chestnut hair, not the blond pin straight hair guys liked so much.
"Its just a body, Niall." I smiled as I took the towel from his grasp.
"Not just any body. Harry's girlfriend's body." he said, diverting his attention back to my eyes. I roles my eyes. He stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
"Don't call me that. Him and I hooked up twice. Once when I was drunk and another when I was sad and shit." I started as I dried my hair with the towel given to me.
"It must've meant the world to him. I mean just look at you." Niall said.
"Yeah, sure, look at me. Pathetic, lanky, brunette fucks gang leader out of self pity. Really hot, right?" I scoffed.
"Jacey, you're more than that. You have amazing taste in music too." he joked.
"Ha. Yeah, I guess so." I smiled to myself, once again, forgetting I was standing with Niall in a small room, completely naked. "Sorry." I said pulling the towel up to cover myself. Niall, grabbed my hand, pushing it back down. I looked up at him, confused. He smiled at me, looking into my eyes, and then kissing the corner of my mouth.
He then push me up against the side wall of the bathroom, and started attacking my lips. My tongue entangled with his, I could feel myself come undone under his touch. He began to kiss down my neck, then sucking on my collarbone.
"Niall" I said breathlessly "What are you doing?"
He immediately stopped and looked up at me. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
"Well, no. But, why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Because I like you, Jacey." he said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. "I have ever since you walked into my record shop. And now you're here. With me. Naked. I couldn't just pass up the chance to do this." he said.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling a warmth between my thighs overwhelm me.
"I'm-"
"No-- show me." I said, breath hitching.
He smirked down at me. He removed his white tee, revealing his toned stomach.
I felt my knees become weak as he began kissing my neck again. His hands roamed from my petite hips to my bum.
He kissed up from my neck to my jaw, back to my lips. My fingers were intertwined in his hair as his tongue swirled around in my mouth. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it down lightly before releasing it.
He then lowered himself so his head was leveled with my entrance. He looked up at me, eyes asking for my approval. I nodded. He spread my legs apart by grabbing my inner thighs and pushing. Then he licked up once. I threw my head back, biting my bottom lip, letting out a small whimper. He proceeded lick up and down my slit before sucking harshly on my clit. My hands were pressed to the back of his head, keeping him in place. As he kept a steady pace with his licking and sucking, he inserted his index finger inside and started to pump. I was gasping for air and silently screaming. He then inserted a second finger inside, and increased the speed of his thrusts.
"Ni- Niall. I- I'm gonna cum." I said breathlessly, chest heaving.
"Not just yet." he said as he removed his fingers from me.
He unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, already hard, and put inside me as quick as possible. I let out a small moan before feeling Niall begin to pump in and out of me so quickly I couldn't feel a point where he wasn't filling me.
I soon reached my orgasm, my insides clenching around Niall, but he didn't stop. He kept going until he finished himself, ending with a hard smack to my g-spot. It was so quick I didn't have time to scream out. I felt Niall drain out inside of me.
"Dinner's ready!" Zayn yelled from the kitchen.
I looked at Niall, unable to breath.
"Thank you." I whispered

Notes

So that happened. I hope my smut is getting better. Ugh. My writing is so bad. I'm sorry.
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i get so few comments I think I should cancel the story sometimes.... Sigh.
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-Rachel xxoo