NIALL’S P.O.V.


After Hannah retrieves her bra and replaces it, I hand her my t-shirt so she can cover up while we walk to wherever she plans on taking me. It’s exciting to not know.

“Thank you.”

She slips on the shirt over her head, letting it fall loosely over her. We put on our shoes and I watch her make her way to the screen door leading to the back yard.

“Where on earth are you going? Shouldn’t we be headed inside?”

“I said I know the perfect place. I didn’t say it was in Jessica’s house!”

This just keeps getting better. I grin as she opens the door and I hold it open as she walks
through. We stand on a hill overlooking a large golf course. Far in the distance, I can see men in white and golf buggies surrounding a tiny flag.

Hannah reaches down and grabs my hand, intertwining her fingers in mine and pulling me down the steep hill.

“We’re going down there? In our underwear!”

She looks back at me and grins.

“C’mon. Don’t be a pussy.”

I roll my eyes and she tugs on my arm again.

“I’m not a pussy.”

“It was a joke, but I don’t know, if you’re going to get defensive...”

I wrap one arm around her waist and lightly grab at her side, forcing a screaming laugh from her. I continue to tickle her and she finally begs me to stop. I let go and hold her hand again as she catches her breath.

“Don’t worry, It’s a private course. Those guys out there reserved it for two o’clock tee time.
They’ll be out there for a while.”

I decide not to ask anymore questions and just enjoy her company. The way she bounces as we walk down the hill is alluring and adorable all at the same time. I can’t help but to chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute, s’all.”

I don’t tell girls they’re cute. Maybe sexy or hot, but not cute. Hannah is all of those things, though. She blushes and stares at the ground. My shirt falls nicely on her, cut just low enough to see her cleavage and comes up short enough to admire her behind as I let her walk ahead of me. I really can’t stop thinking about touching her again.

“I know what you’re doing, Niall.”

“What?”

I play innocent and don’t move my eyes away from their focus.

“Staring at my ass.”

I don’t pretend to deny it this time. Instead, I catch up with her and start to jog ahead as we reach the flat surface of the golf course. I turn to face her as she approaches me. Instinctively, I pull her into my bare chest and she tangles her arms around my neck. My intoxication from multiple contributors causing me to act unconsciously. I don’t feel too drunk; just enough to feel comfortable with Hannah. She’s never even seen me sober. Well, I did only meet her last night, but she doesn’t know how awkward and insufferable I really am. I don’t know why I feel like I can open up to her, though. Those things I told her in the jacuzzi; I don’t talk about that stuff.

Ever.

“You’re beautiful, Hannah.”

Now, that’s something I never say to anyone. She grins and instead of shying away like usual, raises herself up onto her toes, meeting her lips with mine passionately. I press my hands into the small of her back, pushing her body closer to mine. It scares me how much I need her kiss. Hell, I’ve had sex with girls without ever having kissed them and here I am, fawning over a girl I’ve only made out with. She breaks our kiss and I reluctantly take a step back, still holding onto her. We gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling for a minute before she speaks.

“This isn’t exactly where I was taking you. Come on.”

She drags me along, toward the forest behind the line of houses along the top of the hill that we came from. I still haven’t the slightest idea where she’s taking me. Is she just planning on fucking me behind a tree? I can’t say I’d be opposed, but it would be unexpected. We walk about fifty yards through the woods before I spot a small cabin hidden among pine trees and bushes.

“What is this place? Looks straight out of a horror film.”

She turns and starts to walk backwards, explaining the mysterious house we’re approaching.

“It’s actually got a pretty cool history-“

“‘Cool’ and ‘history’ don’t belong in the same sentence.”

She rolls her eyes and turns to see where she’s walking again before continuing, ignoring my idiotic comment.

“Well, back in the mid-twenties, my great grandfather and some of the men that lived in this
area felt like they needed a place to get together and... well, avoid their wives. It’s not even like people in this town had to worry about the prohibition- that’s when alcohol was illegal here, by the way- but, I guess they were bored with their lives. They had this built as a sort of speakeasy. They’d say they were golfing, but they’d come here and play poker for hours, drinking and smoking cigars. My great grandfather told my granddad about it when he was older and his friends started coming here. It’s become obsolete now. The more recent generation of men, including my father, just aren’t even friends. They pretend to be publicly, but they’re worse than the women sometimes with their gossip. Anyway, now, it’s just an empty cabin that nobody comes to, except for the few teenagers who know the code. It get’s cleaned by the maid service that cleans the country club, but it’s basically just a relic of our town and a perfect hook-up spot.”

We’re standing just in front of the door now and she types in a code on the newly installed doorknob, a beep indicating that it’s unlocked. While I’m fascinated by the story, I want nothing more than to return to our business from the hot tub. I’m still half-hard and it’s quite uncomfortable.

Hannah flips a switch on the wall and a dim light floods the single large room. There aren’t any walls besides the perimeter and what appears to be a restroom. Three large, brown leather couches form a horseshoe in the middle on an enormous rug. There is a table to the left, a fully stocked bar behind it.

“This place is awesome.”

“Yeah, it is. Want something to drink?”

I should say no; I’m barely tipsy; the perfect level of intoxication.

“Sure!”

One more drink won’t hurt.

She walks slowly to the bar and her legs disappear behind it. I approach the counter and lean against it on my elbows. She doesn’t ask what I want and pulls a bottle of Patron from the shelf, setting it down and grabbing two tall shot glasses.


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HANNAH’S P.O.V.


Five shots in and my vision is blurred. I’m standing at the bar next to Niall, refilling our glasses every time we empty them. I lift the half-empty bottle and start to pour the clear liquid into Niall’s glass with as much focus as I can muster. I close one eye to see better and I realize that it’s over-flowing. I stop and set the bottle down, clasping my hand to my mouth as the tequila flows down the counter and onto Niall’s bare chest as he leans over the bar. When he realizes, he stands up to his full height, looking down at the liquid dripping onto his stomach. I try not to giggle, but the alcohol burning my veins makes that impossible. He looks up at me, glaring at first, soon breaking into uncontrollable laughter as well.

“I’m SO sorry. Let me clean that up for you.”

Without thinking, I bend down and let my eyes flutter up to meet his to find his face expression to be utterly shocked. I part my lips and slip my tongue between them, licking up the tequila residue on his smooth chest and abs. When I reach his collarbone, I leave a tender kiss and stand up, dizziness overtaking my mind. Niall places his hands on my hips to steady me and I try to focus on his lips. He assists my efforts by meeting me halfway, crashing his mouth into mine with force and passion. We sloppily make our way to the closest couch and I topple onto it once my legs hit the edge. Niall lays his weight on top of me and moves his hands under my shirt and up my waist and back down, his fingertips cool on my skin. He pushes down on my hips with his and I feel his growing erection get harder with every second that passes. I can’t tell if my panties are wet from being in the water or from the feeling he’s giving me. I whimper quietly and he pulls back, biting my bottom lip as he does.

“We- we can’t do this.”

My cheeks grow red.

“What? Why?”

I’m following my instinct; living in the moment, just like I promised myself I would. I don’t mind losing my virginity here and now. Sure I’m not in love with Niall; I only met him yesterday! Still, it’s not as though he can hurt me like someone I love. However, if I had slept with Harry, I would most definitely have regretted it and I didn’t love him. He wasn’t into it either; I guess now I know why.

“We’re too drunk. I don’t want you to sober up and feel like you made a mistake.”

Maybe he’s right. I have way too much tequila clouding my judgement, but here and now, this is all I want. How much of a mistake can it be if it makes me happy at some point?

“I won’t, I promise. Please, I want this.”

He looks into my eyes and I feel a rush of adrenaline that snaps me into reality a little. This is happening. I take a deep breath and wait for his final reply.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

I simply nod, afraid he’ll take that bit of information and run. Instead, he surprises me.

“Okay, but we should go back to the house. I don’t have any condoms-“

“There are a bunch behind the bar. People come out here all the time for this.”

He sighs and grins, standing up and walking back to the bar. I close my eyes and mentally prepare myself. It’s not like I’ve never done anything; I mean, I’ve gotten close to this point with a few people, but no matter how drunk I was, I couldn’t go through with it. Now, for some reason, I feel comfortable. With someone who is practically a stranger. Why doesn’t that scare me?

I feel Niall’s presence and open my eyes to find him standing next to the couch, holding a square foil packet between his fingers.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes! Stop asking!”

He chuckles and returns his body to mine, propping himself up on his knees so that his full weight isn’t on me this time. He sets the condom down behind me and pushes a few strands of hair away from my face, tenderly kissing me and slowly moving his lips with mine. Each time I try to speed things along, he presses a firm hand on my hip, slowing my movements. His hands slip under the shirt I’m wearing and travel back up to the sides of my chest, moving to my back along the bra. He unhooks it with ease as he did in the hot tub and leaves it there. I run my fingers up his back and plunge them into his thick blonde hair, tugging lightly. He keeps his arms around me and sits up on his knees, pulling me along with him. He brings his hands out from the shirt and holds onto the bottom, still kissing me. Finally, he breaks away, tugging the shirt over my head as I raise my arms up. My undone bra then falls from my arms as I let them back down and he tosses it aside, his eyes not leaving my chest. He brings his gaze back to meet mine and grins as he rests his hands on my hips again, kissing me and pushing his body against mine firmly. I lean back and we both fall somewhat gracefully onto the couch again. This feels so right and I can’t explain why or how. Perhaps, that’s what is so right about it.


NIALL’S P.O.V.


This feels all wrong.

It’s not supposed to be like this. Not with girls like Hannah. She deserves to be loved and taken care of, not fucked by a stranger with a rough past. I’m about to break my one rule again: not sleeping with people I care about. First Allison and now, Hannah.

Why do I care about her, though? I just met her! I care about so few people and she’s wormed her way into that exclusive list so quickly. Maybe it’s because I opened up to her in such a big way by telling her about my family. Why did I even do that, though? There’s something about her that makes me want to be honest and good.

“Wait. Hannah...”

She sighs and looks up at me, her perfect chest exposed in front of me. I bite my lip and hold myself up on my arms, thinking hard before speaking.

“I can’t do this.”

“What the hell? You just-“

I lean down and kiss her, interrupting her objection.

“Hannah, it’s not that I don’t want to, because god, do I want to. I just-“

I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like an asshole, because I always seem to manage that.

“I just want this to be special for you.”

“I don’t need it to be special.”

I can tell she’s doubting herself a little bit and who knows what she would do if she were sober.

“Well, I do.”

I probably sound like I’m lying, but I’m not. I actually want to see her again and I feel like I’m taking advantage of her because of how drunk she is. Plus, taking her virginity the day after I meet her isn’t going to let this blossom into a very healthy friendship, or relationship.
Relationship? Did I really just think that?

She looks upset. Sad even. I see her eyes glass over and a single tear drops as she blinks.

Shit.

“No, no, no. Don’t cry, please-“

I lean down again and kiss her cheek where the droplet has slowly fallen.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear. You’ll be glad it didn’t happen today.”

Why am I making promises I can’t keep? She nods and wraps her arms loosely around my neck. I lay down again, kissing her shoulder softly. She buries her face in my neck and I turn us both over so we are on our sides, facing each other.

“I’m sorry.”

Her apology escapes like a squeak, barely audible.

“Don’t say sorry! You did nothing wrong.”

She forces a weak smile and I kiss her, stroking her back comfortingly. I pull away from her lips and we lay our heads down, drifting off into a drunken slumber in each others arms.

Notes

Hey! Sorry, I know I'm taking forever to update! This semester is almost over so I'll be back to normal before you know it! I might even do some double updates since I'll be on break ;) <3 Gonna be updating 'You Make It Real' next!

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