Laddie

“Um… Ok?” he said hesitantly, waiting for me to explain further.

“Ok. First, we need to drive back to Marcus.” I continued, my mind reeling with the possibilities for my plan that was currently forming in my head.

“Um… Why?” he asked.

“Because we need him. Now please let me finish.” I answered him. I didn’t like to be interrupted. It was one of my pet peeves. That and incorrect grammar, Styrofoam, and people who try too hard. They all stirred something deep within me that caused an unsettling feeling in my bones.

“Marcus will drive the car while we’re in the back. He’ll drop us off within walking distance of my apartment and drive up to the paparazzi. Hopefully, they won’t see us and they’ll think he is you. He’ll drive off and they’ll follow him, thus allowing us to sneak undetected back into my apartment.” I informed him. He looked at me with bewilderment.

“But that isn’t fair to Marcus.” he complained, obviously concerned for his friend. “If the paps catch him, they’ll just believe he’s just an innocent man with no connection to you. Do they know about you guys being friends?” I questioned him, worried about his answer that could ruin my whole plan.

“Nah, they don’t know, thank God.” he told me. I sighed with relief. “Ok. Well we want to keep it that way, so we’ll need to change the plates.”

He looked at me like I had grown 3 heads. “What the fuck?! Abby, we might as just walk right into them at this point!” he scolded me.

I looked down at the floor and that’s when my inner fire started flickering. I am only trying to help his stupid, famous ass. Fuck him if he doesn’t like my idea! It’s not like he has one that’s any better! my mind screamed, pissed off. I sighed in frustration. He took his hand and placed it on my thigh. A small shiver racks through my leg and up towards my head. I raised my eyebrow at his gesture. Um… Ok? I thought. Thankfully, he didn’t see my expression.

“I’m sorry. I’m just stressed. I don’t want you to get involved in all of this. You don’t deserve that kind of bullshit.” he said in a calm, soothing voice that made me almost forgive him instantly. But my walls were still up. I raised my up and fixated my gaze at him with a hardened face, trying not to let him see that he had affected me.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault. I’ll just walk. It’s not far.” I said with a monotone voice as I unbuckled my seatbelt. He still held his grip. I turned my head towards him and we locked gazes. “Now Lassie, I can’t let you face those fuckers alone.” he explained in a stone-like tone, his eyes frozen into mine with their blue hue. “Now Laddie, you can because I’m a big girl. I can take em’.” I stated in a softer tone, hoping it would ease his concern.
It didn’t.

“Let me go, Niall Horan.” I complained in a less than friendly tone. I was a bit ticked off then. I wasn’t one to think it was romantic when a man didn’t want to let his lady go in the line of fire alone. I found it straight, damn annoying. I hated it when people underestimated me. If a pap laid a hand on me, I’d slap him so hard that he’d have a mark of my hand print on him for weeks. I didn’t play around.

His eyes widened at the sound of his full name. He knew now that I was aware of who he was. And as if his face wasn’t enough, he had to ask me as well, saying “You know who I am?” with a look of shock.

“Yeah. Not before the pub though. I don’t go on dates with strangers, Laddie.” I said with a bit of cockiness in my voice and a smirk on my lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, shock still present in his features. “Why does it matter?” I retaliated. This eased him a bit, seeing how his eyes lost their stone like hardness. I took the opportunity to unlock my door and hop out.

But before I closed it, I lifted my head so that I saw him and his now worry filled orbs. “Thanks for the pizza.” I mentioned with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

“Laddie.” I added after a few seconds of silence, just like I had at the pub when we first met. I smirked and shut the car door.

The traffic on the road wasn't bad. There would only be a few cars every couple of minutes, making the roadway safe enough to cross without much danger. I began to walk away from the vehicle when I heard the sound of a door being shut and I turned around to see Niall walking over to me.

“Wait Abby.” he called out.

“What?” I asked, a bit annoyed that he won’t just let me go already. He was standing in front of me and before I could say anything else, he grabbed my arm, and yanked me back over to the side of his car that was facing away from the road. He pushed me against the metal, put his hands on my hips, and kissed me.

I gripped his shirt, desperate for something to steady myself. He slid his tongue along the length of my bottom lip, begging for entrance. My mind was still reeling from the surprise of his actions, so without thinking, I opened my mouth for him to ravage.

He slipped his tongue in past my lips and coaxed mine to follow, licking and sucking as he went.

I uncontrollably moaned softly and raised my hands up to his hair, tangling my fingers into the blonde fibers. His chest rumbled softly at this and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing me against his chest.

I plunged my tongue into his mouth, our pizza tasting breaths mixing with each other’s. Now, normally I would be utterly grossed out by this. But for some fucked up reason the smart side of my brain was clouded with Niall’s effect on me. God damn him and his hold on me. God damn it all.

Now that I was responding to his touch with my own, he moaned softly and crushed my body in between the side of his car and his chest, our crotches rubbing. I could feel his hard on and it made my core wet. I gasped at his abrupt motions and he chuckled in response. I suppose he found it humorous that I, the bitch who called him out in the pub a few weeks ago, was so weak and fragile to his touch.

With this idea of my lack of strength, I became a bit pissed. Not necessarily at Niall per say, but at myself. For letting him affect me so much. For letting myself enjoy this kiss more than I should. For this: biting his bottom lip, which caused him to growl as his chest vibrated against my breasts that were, at the moment, pressed against his pectorals.

Suddenly, because my mind was so on time with everything, the logical part of my brain clicked on. It took over my body as I pulled my head as far as I could back away from him, which was only a few inches because, in case you didn’t already know, I was propped up against his car with no space in between us. The protest in his eyes was as evident as their striking blue hue.

“I need to get walking. People might think we’re doing something.” I said softly, my voice surprisingly taking a seductive tone, and a smirk molded on my now Niall tasting lips. His eyes widened as he pressed his crotch against mine, leaning in so his mouth grazed over my ear.

“Why don’t we do this ‘something’ you tell me of.” he purred with a deep, set in rasp that complemented his accent quite nicely. I shivered.

“Sorry, not tonight, Laddie.” I chuckled, pushing him lightly off of me.

Now, if I was a fan of his band or whatever, you’d think I would jump him, whether it be in his car or right then and there on the side of the road.

But I was not the type of lady who fucked a man on the first date, let alone in his car on the side of the road when a large number of paparazzi were currently surrounding my apartment building, oh no. I was the type of lady who delved in the sweet ability we women had to always leave men wanting more. So that’s what I did.

I started walking away from the car again, my head held at even level. “Wait Lassie.” he called out again, running up to me. Ugh. Seriously? Can’t the man just let me go!? my mind protested. He didn’t pull me back to his car again. Instead he simply pecked me on the cheek.

“Needed to give you your goodnight kiss.” he whispered into my ear with that same deep rasp he had before. I shivered again. God damn.

I flashed him a smirk and continued walking into the night, proud of my sudden suaveness towards him.

Now all I had to is just walk to my building. Simple enough. my mind stated. I just hoped that the paparazzi hadn't seen the black Range Rover and had gotten suspicious...

Notes

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