Boy's Youtuber | Naill Horan
My face immediately lit up as I stared at the girl in front of me. I couldn't believe my luck.
There sat Aubrey, looking even more beautiful than I remembered her. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, her greenish blue eyes flickered in recognition when I called her. Her pink lips shaped in a soft "o." I shivered slightly at the memory of them on mine.
I walked toward her and sat down in the booth. Upon closer inspection I saw the tiredness under her eyes and the beer in her hand.
"So you mind telling me why such a lovely lady like yourself is sitting alone in a bar?" I asked. She rolled her eyes at the "lovely lady" part.
"I came here with my brother but he's had a few too many drinks and is having some fun in another room." She shrugged. I chuckled and she gave me a crooked smile.
"How come your brother's blonde and your not?" I questioned out of the blue.
"Everyone forgets that fetus Tyler was a brunette." She explained. I nodded.
"Makes sense." I say.
"But whatever, everyone knows brunettes do it best." She said, sending me a flirty wink. My mind immediately flashed back to last time. Our bodies pressed together. My lips against her neck. Her hands tangled in my hair
"Hey Niall?" She asked, poking my cheek. I blinked rapidly, returning from my memories.
"About last time…I can't get it out of my head. You're all that I can focus on." She confessed, looking down and blushing profusely. I blinked twice and smiled widely, relieved that it wasn't just me.
"Thank goodness. I thought I was the only one." I sigh. Aubrey smiled crookedly.
"You've got an amazing smile." I said. She blushed and tucked a loose stead strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hey! I was supposed to do that!" I whine. She raised an eyebrow.
"Why? So it could be one of those cliché movie moments?" She joked. I leaned closer so that our noses touched slightly.
"Do you wanna make some cliché movie moments?" I asked her, my voice low. I saw her shiver slightly as we gazed intensely at each other.
"Why not? I've always been one for the classics." She quickly closed the distance between us and our lips touched. It was less sexual than our last. This one was more soulful.
I tasted a pleasant mixture of brewery and strawberries as her lips danced with mine. I cupped her left cheek in my hand and held her closer to me. Her hands found their place in my blonde hair, entangling themselves as we kissed.
As our lips parted I noticed the soft tinkling of jazz pouring from the bar and an idea hatched in my mind.
"Would you like to dance?" I asked her. Her eyes twinkled.
"And make our first cliché moment? Well I'd be absolutely charmed." She made her voice sound southern.
(A/N no offense to all my southern belles. None at all!!)
Sorry for any typos.
OMG it's ma booooo's b-day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY STYLES!!!!!! My teacher's wife had a kid today too. Ain't that some shit. TURN UP YALLLLLLLL
"Ctfu. No their music fucking sucks with their irrelevent asses. Calm the fuck down with your peazy ass hairline. Looking like a black history moment in the making."- me when this boy said the wanted was more of a band than One Direction.