Mistake {Niall Horan AU Fanfic}
Chapter 7
HANNAH’S P.O.V.
My eyes flutter open and I see nothing at first. Once my eyes start to adjust, I notice the small amounts of light seeping through the windows around me and realize I’m in the old cabin. Thoughts rush through my head and I start to remember what happened earlier today. Who knows how long I’ve been sleeping. I’m wearing a shirt again and I do remember that coming off. I sit up and look around, trying to find Niall, but my eyes are still not completely adjusted to the darkness. It must be late at night. My legs are constricted by a blanket that I don’t remember having before. On one of the nearby couches, Niall is curled up into a ball, shirtless and shivering in his boxers. I stand up and walk over to him, blanket in hand and feeling quite embarrassed by my earlier actions. I almost don’t want to wake him up to avoid the inescapable awkwardness. He looks so cold, though. I rest my hand on his shoulder and shake him lightly.
“Niall. Wake up.”
He shivers more than before as his eyes flutter open. My hand is still on his shoulder and I start to stroke his arm in an attempt to warm him.
“Hannah?”
“Yeah, it’s me. We fell asleep. I think its been a while.”
His teeth chatter and I spread the blanket out on top of him. He sits up halfway and wraps his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him until I accidentally topple onto the couch with him. He situates the blanket so that its over us both and wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing my shoulder.
We lay like this for a bit in silence until I feel the need to clear things up between us.
“Niall, I-I’m sorry.”
His head shoots up and he sits himself up on one elbow, his face inches from mine.
“For what?”
“Earlier. I was stupid and desperate; I don’t know what got into me and I-“
I’m rambling and he must dislike it because he stops me with his lips, pressing them sweetly to mine and moving slowly with them in unison. His cold hand finds its way to my cheek and I shiver as he touches me, running his thumb over my skin softly and pulling his mouth away slowly.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, Hannah. I stopped it because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Even sober, I don’t know why he’s making it such a big deal. We hardly know each other and,
for some reason, he cares about my virginity. I know he’s right, though. I don’t want to regret that for the rest of my life; so, why do I feel like I couldn’t regret it if it’s with him?
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
He sighs and runs his free hand through his hair.
“I don’t want to, no. But, you don’t know me, Hannah. I hurt people; it’s what I’m best at.”
“I don’t believe that.”
He scoffs and rests his forehead gently on mine, squeezing my waist.
“I wish I could be as good as you think I am.”
“You can be whatever you want, Niall.”
“That’s just something dumb your mum tells you growing up so you try in school.”
I chuckle.
“Not my mom; I’ve never had options. But, that’s not what I’m saying. How you treat people is entirely up to you. Sure, sometimes it takes work, but I’ve only seen you nice even though you keep trying to tell me how awful you are.”
He stares at me for a while and I wonder what he’s thinking. Finally, he leans down and pecks my lips softly.
“You’re very clever, Hannah. You know that?”
I grin and let my eyes roam down his partially exposed chest anxiously. He rests his index finger under my chin and forces me to look at him again, waiting for an answer.
“Maybe, sometimes.”
He smiles, dimples reaching his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. He’s actually beautiful in a rugged, manly way that I can’t explain. I lift my head from the couch and meet him halfway, kissing him slowly and gently like he has been since we woke up. This time, however, he pushes my head back down and rolls over so that he’s hovering over me like he had been on the other couch earlier today. I still want this; I still want him. He thought I would make a different decision sober, but here I am, wanting exactly the same thing. He lowers his body so that his hips meet with mine and the pressure alone gives me butterflies swarming in my stomach. I arch my back ever so slightly to press my body against his, deepening our kiss.
“Hannah-“
“Shhh.”
“But-“
I continue to kiss him, trying to prevent his objections.
“Stop, stop.”
I fall back and give up on my endeavors, feeling less embarrassed and more annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Hannah. I just can’t-“
“Can’t? Do you like have a girlfriend or something? Or do you really just dislike me that much?”
“No, no. I don’t have girlfriend and it’s because I like you that I can’t sleep with you...yet! You
didn’t let me finish; I was going to say yet.”
Sure he was. He mumbles that last part, unsure of himself. I don’t understand his reasoning
one bit.
“I don’t understand you, Niall.”
“I don’t understand myself sometimes.”
I roll my eyes and try to move and stand up, but his body holds mine in place.
“Just let me go if this isn’t going to happen.”
“I’m not done trying to explain.”
I relax my body and nod for him to continue.
“I don’t let myself sleep with people I care about, Hannah-“
“Oh, that makes sense. You know, you sounded less like an asshole when you were drunk. Isn’t
it supposed to be the other way around?”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“I’m trying, okay? I don’t let myself sleep with people I care about, and usually that’s not a
problem. I don’t care about a lot of people. I don’t know why I care about you so much, but I do.
I just- I don’t know what I’m doing and it needs to sink in before we take it any farther.”
Even though I don’t get it, I can tell it’s a legitimate struggle within him. He stares at me, waiting for a response of some sort and I have such mixed emotions that I don’t know how to react.
“That’s fine. I like you, Niall. I know I just met you, but I feel like I already know you. Is that weird?”
“No, I feel the same way. It’s kind of scaring me. I don’t know why I’m so comfortable with you.”
I grin and rest my hands on his back, pulling him closer to me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He leans in closer and I feel his breath on my lips.
“You should. It’s a privilege for me to talk to you.”
I chuckle and turn my face so that his lips land on my jaw. He tickles my sides and trails kisses down my neck, sucking light bruises along my collarbone. I whimper and my hips instinctively raise to meet his at which point his hand runs down to my thigh, tracing circles on the inside, dangerously close to my sex.
“Okay, Hannah. We need to set some rules if we’re going to wait.”
He moves off of me and lays between my body and the back of the couch, pulling me close to him on my side. I roll my eyes and just want him to touch me again like he had before. Maybe that’s why we need rules.
“Okay, fine. What are these rules?”
“Rule number one, hands above the hips.”
“Oh, come on!”
He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. I giggle and rest my hand right at his hipbone.
“Fine, rule number two, you can’t touch my boobs.”
“But, that’s above your hips.”
“Yeah, it is. But, we have to keep this fair.”
“Alright, fine. Rule three, you have to come to some of my favorite places in the city. Even if you don’t want to. We’re going to keep getting to know each other.”
“Okay, I have no problem with that. Final rule, because we don’t want to make this too complicated. After five dates, and yes, I consider this the first, we’ll talk about having sex again.”
He smiles brightly again, pecking my lips and propping his head up with his hand on his elbow.
“You’re very eager, aren’t you?”
“I just know what I want.”
“Okay, deal?”
“Deal.”
I giggle and kiss him again, teasing him by keeping my hands just above the line his boxers come up to.
My eyes flutter open and I see nothing at first. Once my eyes start to adjust, I notice the small amounts of light seeping through the windows around me and realize I’m in the old cabin. Thoughts rush through my head and I start to remember what happened earlier today. Who knows how long I’ve been sleeping. I’m wearing a shirt again and I do remember that coming off. I sit up and look around, trying to find Niall, but my eyes are still not completely adjusted to the darkness. It must be late at night. My legs are constricted by a blanket that I don’t remember having before. On one of the nearby couches, Niall is curled up into a ball, shirtless and shivering in his boxers. I stand up and walk over to him, blanket in hand and feeling quite embarrassed by my earlier actions. I almost don’t want to wake him up to avoid the inescapable awkwardness. He looks so cold, though. I rest my hand on his shoulder and shake him lightly.
“Niall. Wake up.”
He shivers more than before as his eyes flutter open. My hand is still on his shoulder and I start to stroke his arm in an attempt to warm him.
“Hannah?”
“Yeah, it’s me. We fell asleep. I think its been a while.”
His teeth chatter and I spread the blanket out on top of him. He sits up halfway and wraps his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him until I accidentally topple onto the couch with him. He situates the blanket so that its over us both and wraps his arms around me tightly, kissing my shoulder.
We lay like this for a bit in silence until I feel the need to clear things up between us.
“Niall, I-I’m sorry.”
His head shoots up and he sits himself up on one elbow, his face inches from mine.
“For what?”
“Earlier. I was stupid and desperate; I don’t know what got into me and I-“
I’m rambling and he must dislike it because he stops me with his lips, pressing them sweetly to mine and moving slowly with them in unison. His cold hand finds its way to my cheek and I shiver as he touches me, running his thumb over my skin softly and pulling his mouth away slowly.
“There is nothing to be sorry for, Hannah. I stopped it because I don’t want to hurt you.”
Even sober, I don’t know why he’s making it such a big deal. We hardly know each other and,
for some reason, he cares about my virginity. I know he’s right, though. I don’t want to regret that for the rest of my life; so, why do I feel like I couldn’t regret it if it’s with him?
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
He sighs and runs his free hand through his hair.
“I don’t want to, no. But, you don’t know me, Hannah. I hurt people; it’s what I’m best at.”
“I don’t believe that.”
He scoffs and rests his forehead gently on mine, squeezing my waist.
“I wish I could be as good as you think I am.”
“You can be whatever you want, Niall.”
“That’s just something dumb your mum tells you growing up so you try in school.”
I chuckle.
“Not my mom; I’ve never had options. But, that’s not what I’m saying. How you treat people is entirely up to you. Sure, sometimes it takes work, but I’ve only seen you nice even though you keep trying to tell me how awful you are.”
He stares at me for a while and I wonder what he’s thinking. Finally, he leans down and pecks my lips softly.
“You’re very clever, Hannah. You know that?”
I grin and let my eyes roam down his partially exposed chest anxiously. He rests his index finger under my chin and forces me to look at him again, waiting for an answer.
“Maybe, sometimes.”
He smiles, dimples reaching his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. He’s actually beautiful in a rugged, manly way that I can’t explain. I lift my head from the couch and meet him halfway, kissing him slowly and gently like he has been since we woke up. This time, however, he pushes my head back down and rolls over so that he’s hovering over me like he had been on the other couch earlier today. I still want this; I still want him. He thought I would make a different decision sober, but here I am, wanting exactly the same thing. He lowers his body so that his hips meet with mine and the pressure alone gives me butterflies swarming in my stomach. I arch my back ever so slightly to press my body against his, deepening our kiss.
“Hannah-“
“Shhh.”
“But-“
I continue to kiss him, trying to prevent his objections.
“Stop, stop.”
I fall back and give up on my endeavors, feeling less embarrassed and more annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Hannah. I just can’t-“
“Can’t? Do you like have a girlfriend or something? Or do you really just dislike me that much?”
“No, no. I don’t have girlfriend and it’s because I like you that I can’t sleep with you...yet! You
didn’t let me finish; I was going to say yet.”
Sure he was. He mumbles that last part, unsure of himself. I don’t understand his reasoning
one bit.
“I don’t understand you, Niall.”
“I don’t understand myself sometimes.”
I roll my eyes and try to move and stand up, but his body holds mine in place.
“Just let me go if this isn’t going to happen.”
“I’m not done trying to explain.”
I relax my body and nod for him to continue.
“I don’t let myself sleep with people I care about, Hannah-“
“Oh, that makes sense. You know, you sounded less like an asshole when you were drunk. Isn’t
it supposed to be the other way around?”
He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“I’m trying, okay? I don’t let myself sleep with people I care about, and usually that’s not a
problem. I don’t care about a lot of people. I don’t know why I care about you so much, but I do.
I just- I don’t know what I’m doing and it needs to sink in before we take it any farther.”
Even though I don’t get it, I can tell it’s a legitimate struggle within him. He stares at me, waiting for a response of some sort and I have such mixed emotions that I don’t know how to react.
“That’s fine. I like you, Niall. I know I just met you, but I feel like I already know you. Is that weird?”
“No, I feel the same way. It’s kind of scaring me. I don’t know why I’m so comfortable with you.”
I grin and rest my hands on his back, pulling him closer to me.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He leans in closer and I feel his breath on my lips.
“You should. It’s a privilege for me to talk to you.”
I chuckle and turn my face so that his lips land on my jaw. He tickles my sides and trails kisses down my neck, sucking light bruises along my collarbone. I whimper and my hips instinctively raise to meet his at which point his hand runs down to my thigh, tracing circles on the inside, dangerously close to my sex.
“Okay, Hannah. We need to set some rules if we’re going to wait.”
He moves off of me and lays between my body and the back of the couch, pulling me close to him on my side. I roll my eyes and just want him to touch me again like he had before. Maybe that’s why we need rules.
“Okay, fine. What are these rules?”
“Rule number one, hands above the hips.”
“Oh, come on!”
He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. I giggle and rest my hand right at his hipbone.
“Fine, rule number two, you can’t touch my boobs.”
“But, that’s above your hips.”
“Yeah, it is. But, we have to keep this fair.”
“Alright, fine. Rule three, you have to come to some of my favorite places in the city. Even if you don’t want to. We’re going to keep getting to know each other.”
“Okay, I have no problem with that. Final rule, because we don’t want to make this too complicated. After five dates, and yes, I consider this the first, we’ll talk about having sex again.”
He smiles brightly again, pecking my lips and propping his head up with his hand on his elbow.
“You’re very eager, aren’t you?”
“I just know what I want.”
“Okay, deal?”
“Deal.”
I giggle and kiss him again, teasing him by keeping my hands just above the line his boxers come up to.
Notes
Thank you again for your patience!!! I hope no one hates me for my recently slow updates :PWhat do you think of Niall and Hannah's deal?
Please Rate/Comment/Subscribe! xx Also, if you read You Make It Real , thank you soooooo much for the 100 rates!!! :D I'm so excited. If you haven't read my other stories, check them out and see if they'd interest you. ILYASM :*
That smile, though :D <3 <3
@onedirectioninthetardis
Well I love the story...I think it's just fine, but I can't speak for everyone else :D
12/3/14