Laddie
Chapter 3
{Abby's POV}
I heard the doorbell of my temporary apartment ring. I, in my large Coldplay concert shirt that came down to the middle of my thighs, jean shorts (which were covered by the shirt's length), and messy bun, groaned.
I had already been up for an hour or two, but I was in the middle of Tom Sawyer and being interrupted while I was reading ticked me off. I reluctantly placed the book down, planted my bare feet on the hardwood floor, and walked over to the door to see who would in the Hell be knocking at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
I opened the door with a less than pleased look, only to have my expression reversed. He, that guy from the pub, was at my door. "Well hey there Lassie." he greeted me with a friendly smirk. His eyes gazed at my outfit and I noticed that they slightly widened when they reached the end of my shirt. Even though it covered my butt thoroughly, it was still short. He probably thought I was wearing no pants.
I shot a smirk right back at him. "Heya laddie." I replied. He snapped his head back up towards my face and I cocked an eyebrow at him. He sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "What brings ya here on this fine Saturday mornin'?" I asked with a mock Irish accent.
"I got your letter." He answered calmly as he opened a letter with such suave that I thought he'd rehearsed it. I actually forgot about that night, especially about the letter I wrote him.
I reviewed the piece of paper and saw that it was indeed my letter. I convinced my stubborn mind that he had a reason, although strange, to be at my door. I invited him inside and led him to the living room. "Tea?" I offered. "Builders.... Please” He answered while looking at the vast collection of books on the bookshelf, studying the titles.
I searched through the pantry until I had found a box of Builders tea. I inspected the label and saw that it was a pretty strong tea. Huh? I pondered over the new information. I didn't expect for him to like such a tough and strong flavor. I came back from my thoughts and made the decision that it would have to do. If he didn't like it, there’s a coffee shop not far from here that he can walk to and get his own tea.
I was also happy that Amy stocked the pantry with every kind of tea possible, most of which I had never even heard of! I placed the kettle full of water on a burner on the stove top, turned on the heat, and shifted my attention back to Him, who was still browsing my numerous novels.
{Niall's POV}
Holy shit.
She had nothing on except a Coldplay concert t-shirt. Boy, she sure likes concerts. the good part of my brain mentioned. However, the naughty part of my mind was doing back flips.
I can't help it! She has no pants on! The shirt hung loosely over her curves. All I could think about is how easy it would be for me to rip it off of her sweet body and take her right then and there. My mind wandered to these dark thoughts .
"Heya laddie." she greeted me after a few seconds of silence as I gaped at her pant-less form.
My eyes shot straight back to her brown orbs and my cheeks got a bit hot, embarrassed that I was caught checking her out. I itched the back of my neck, my gaze facing downward, unable to look at her at the moment. I glanced at her again and she cocked an eyebrow at me.
Sassy eh? I thought with that sly smirk slapped on my face again.
She allowed me inside and into was I believed to be her family room. I noticed a large collection of huge bookshelves against the wall that was left of the kitchen, all filled with books. The walls, like the main level lobby, were all exposed brick. The furniture was urban, rustic, and industrial, just like the building. Surprisingly, there was more color in the room than I expected. It was mainly pastel colors, except for the crimson couch that was placed opposite of the bookshelves. There was no lights on in the room, for there were enough windows and the sun was bright enough to allow loads of natural light to flood the rooms.
I decided to investigate her large collection of books that were neatly placed on the shelves. As I was in the middle of browsing, she called over to me.
"Tea?"
I glanced over towards her waiting gaze and replied "Builders."
But I paused for a second, remembering my Mum's lessons on manners. "Please." I added.
She disappeared into the kitchen and my eyes shifted over to see her pant-less, shirt-covered arse. It swayed with her hips as she opened what I suppose was the pantry.
I smirked, shook my head, trying to remove the naughty thoughts that refilled my mind, and resumed my exploration of her novels in hopes of distracting me from her.
{Abby's POV}
What was he doing here? Why was he here? I wondered as I watched him for a few moments as he perused at my bookshelves. He got my letter; great. That still didn't mean he had to come to my apartment. Maybe that's the way Brits did it. But in America, it was a little strange. I softly sighed, strode over to the crimson couch, and flopped down. He turned his head towards me and followed suit, sitting next to me with a comfortable amount of space between us.
"So... laddie." I said, breaking the awkward silence that had crept between us, referring to his nickname again.
"Why did you come here?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
Why the Hell would an international pop star come to my apartment over some stupid letter? Did he do this with all of the people that wrote him? I questioned in my mind. But my pondering was interrupted by his Irish accent.
Again.
"Ah, curious one aren't we?" he asked with a slow drawl and that same sly smirk he had on earlier. His blue orbs grazed over me once more, his gaze leaving a trail of heat over my body.
What the Hell is wrong with me? He should be affecting me like this! Pull yourself together Abby! I screamed in my head. I believe he still thought I didn't have pants on!
Oh this is rich.
I rolled my eyes and got back up. I didn't have time for some douche to stalk me and then undress me with his eyes constantly.
But at the back of my mind, I (like any logical woman), enjoyed his attention.
But (unlike any logical woman), I still didn't care for him, his stardom, or his looks. Right then, I just wanted this creep out of my apartment.
I turned away from him as I was raising myself off from the couch, when I felt a hand grab my forearm and pull me back down onto the cushion. I whipped my head around to see his hand on my arm.
What is with him and his grabbing of my arm and pulling me back to him? I asked myself with an annoyed tone.
He had also apparently pulled me towards him, because there were only inches between us. I glared at him, into those damn blue orbs that made me shiver whenever they looked at me.
"Can't a lad like me visit a lass like you?" he asked with that same damn cocky smirk slapped on his face.
He thinks this is a game! Well then, this should be fun.
"Not when it's you visiting me without proper cause." I bit back, my tongue harsh.
He gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes and tried to get up again, but he held his grip and pulled me even closer to him, so that our thighs were touching.
Great.
{Niall's POV}
She asked me why I was here.
Why was I here?.
If I tell her my true intentions, especially when she still had no pants on, she'd probably slap my senseless. I asked her why she was so curious, in hopes of giving me more time to come up with a logical answer that didn't involve smashing my mouth into hers.
I came up with the excuse that I was interested in her letter, which isn't a total lie. I just needed to see her again.
As I regained focus of the situation, I realized that I was still staring at her. I saw her starting to get up from the couch, most likely sick of my disrespectful gazing at her.
Shit.
My mind wandered to less appropriate places, again.
But those legs, I could just see them wrapped around my waist...
I was interrupted when I felt a shift in the cushions of the couch we were sitting on. It wasn't until she was nearly off the seat when I reacted. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards me. The feeling of her heat so close to me sent my naughty mind into an Olympic gymnastic class.
"Can't a lad like me visit a lass like you?" I asked innocently.
Her eyes sharpen their glare at me. She saw straight through my shit.
Dammit.
"Not when it's you visiting me without proper cause.." she harshly replied.
Feisty one, aren't we... Lassie? I thought.
She saw my goofy grin and had had enough. But I was not going to allow her to escape me that easily, like she had two weeks ago. Oh no, I planned on keeping her right there next to me.
I brought her back down again and pulled her even closer, so that we were breathing each others' exhales. Those chocolate eyes were cutting into mine, but I didn't care.
All I could think about were those pink lips. What I would do with those damn pink lips.
All I could hear were those lips moaning my name, those lips interlocking with mine, leaving wet kisses all over, kissing those lips so hard that they turn red.
I can't take this shit anymore!
I finally yanked her arm towards me and into my chest, my lips pressed against hers. Finally, I had her in my arms and I was never going to let her go.
{Abby's POV}
Before I could protest, or spit back at him again, he had me against his chest and was kissing me. The kiss was urgent, like I was the last drop of water in a barren desert.
He wrapped his arms around me and tightly locked me against him so I couldn't escape his intimate torture.
But the be honest, I didn't really want to flee the current position I was in. His eyes had been on me this entire time, probably thinking about how to get to this moment. It made me shiver with the slightest tinge of excitement.
He dragged his tongue against my bottom lip, but my sealed mouth doesn't respond. He, trying a different tactic, lightly nibbled on the flesh. I gasped softly, which allowed him in past my lips.
There, he explored every crevice, trying to find all my sweet spots. His tongue was hot, and despite the ravish way of the kiss, it was tender. It was smooth in its movements, like he cared about my enjoyment in this so called "embrace".
He softly bit my bottom lip again and I gripped his t-shirt, trying to hold onto something. Because if I didn't, I felt like I might've melted into a puddle on the couch.
During this entire time of our interlocking lips, a surge of energy sparked in me and was currently shocking my body with every slight movement of his tongue.
Just as I was about to give in and enter his steaming mouth, the kettle screams.
Shit.
I heard the doorbell of my temporary apartment ring. I, in my large Coldplay concert shirt that came down to the middle of my thighs, jean shorts (which were covered by the shirt's length), and messy bun, groaned.
I had already been up for an hour or two, but I was in the middle of Tom Sawyer and being interrupted while I was reading ticked me off. I reluctantly placed the book down, planted my bare feet on the hardwood floor, and walked over to the door to see who would in the Hell be knocking at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
I opened the door with a less than pleased look, only to have my expression reversed. He, that guy from the pub, was at my door. "Well hey there Lassie." he greeted me with a friendly smirk. His eyes gazed at my outfit and I noticed that they slightly widened when they reached the end of my shirt. Even though it covered my butt thoroughly, it was still short. He probably thought I was wearing no pants.
I shot a smirk right back at him. "Heya laddie." I replied. He snapped his head back up towards my face and I cocked an eyebrow at him. He sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. "What brings ya here on this fine Saturday mornin'?" I asked with a mock Irish accent.
"I got your letter." He answered calmly as he opened a letter with such suave that I thought he'd rehearsed it. I actually forgot about that night, especially about the letter I wrote him.
I reviewed the piece of paper and saw that it was indeed my letter. I convinced my stubborn mind that he had a reason, although strange, to be at my door. I invited him inside and led him to the living room. "Tea?" I offered. "Builders.... Please” He answered while looking at the vast collection of books on the bookshelf, studying the titles.
I searched through the pantry until I had found a box of Builders tea. I inspected the label and saw that it was a pretty strong tea. Huh? I pondered over the new information. I didn't expect for him to like such a tough and strong flavor. I came back from my thoughts and made the decision that it would have to do. If he didn't like it, there’s a coffee shop not far from here that he can walk to and get his own tea.
I was also happy that Amy stocked the pantry with every kind of tea possible, most of which I had never even heard of! I placed the kettle full of water on a burner on the stove top, turned on the heat, and shifted my attention back to Him, who was still browsing my numerous novels.
{Niall's POV}
Holy shit.
She had nothing on except a Coldplay concert t-shirt. Boy, she sure likes concerts. the good part of my brain mentioned. However, the naughty part of my mind was doing back flips.
I can't help it! She has no pants on! The shirt hung loosely over her curves. All I could think about is how easy it would be for me to rip it off of her sweet body and take her right then and there. My mind wandered to these dark thoughts .
"Heya laddie." she greeted me after a few seconds of silence as I gaped at her pant-less form.
My eyes shot straight back to her brown orbs and my cheeks got a bit hot, embarrassed that I was caught checking her out. I itched the back of my neck, my gaze facing downward, unable to look at her at the moment. I glanced at her again and she cocked an eyebrow at me.
Sassy eh? I thought with that sly smirk slapped on my face again.
She allowed me inside and into was I believed to be her family room. I noticed a large collection of huge bookshelves against the wall that was left of the kitchen, all filled with books. The walls, like the main level lobby, were all exposed brick. The furniture was urban, rustic, and industrial, just like the building. Surprisingly, there was more color in the room than I expected. It was mainly pastel colors, except for the crimson couch that was placed opposite of the bookshelves. There was no lights on in the room, for there were enough windows and the sun was bright enough to allow loads of natural light to flood the rooms.
I decided to investigate her large collection of books that were neatly placed on the shelves. As I was in the middle of browsing, she called over to me.
"Tea?"
I glanced over towards her waiting gaze and replied "Builders."
But I paused for a second, remembering my Mum's lessons on manners. "Please." I added.
She disappeared into the kitchen and my eyes shifted over to see her pant-less, shirt-covered arse. It swayed with her hips as she opened what I suppose was the pantry.
I smirked, shook my head, trying to remove the naughty thoughts that refilled my mind, and resumed my exploration of her novels in hopes of distracting me from her.
{Abby's POV}
What was he doing here? Why was he here? I wondered as I watched him for a few moments as he perused at my bookshelves. He got my letter; great. That still didn't mean he had to come to my apartment. Maybe that's the way Brits did it. But in America, it was a little strange. I softly sighed, strode over to the crimson couch, and flopped down. He turned his head towards me and followed suit, sitting next to me with a comfortable amount of space between us.
"So... laddie." I said, breaking the awkward silence that had crept between us, referring to his nickname again.
"Why did you come here?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
Why the Hell would an international pop star come to my apartment over some stupid letter? Did he do this with all of the people that wrote him? I questioned in my mind. But my pondering was interrupted by his Irish accent.
Again.
"Ah, curious one aren't we?" he asked with a slow drawl and that same sly smirk he had on earlier. His blue orbs grazed over me once more, his gaze leaving a trail of heat over my body.
What the Hell is wrong with me? He should be affecting me like this! Pull yourself together Abby! I screamed in my head. I believe he still thought I didn't have pants on!
Oh this is rich.
I rolled my eyes and got back up. I didn't have time for some douche to stalk me and then undress me with his eyes constantly.
But at the back of my mind, I (like any logical woman), enjoyed his attention.
But (unlike any logical woman), I still didn't care for him, his stardom, or his looks. Right then, I just wanted this creep out of my apartment.
I turned away from him as I was raising myself off from the couch, when I felt a hand grab my forearm and pull me back down onto the cushion. I whipped my head around to see his hand on my arm.
What is with him and his grabbing of my arm and pulling me back to him? I asked myself with an annoyed tone.
He had also apparently pulled me towards him, because there were only inches between us. I glared at him, into those damn blue orbs that made me shiver whenever they looked at me.
"Can't a lad like me visit a lass like you?" he asked with that same damn cocky smirk slapped on his face.
He thinks this is a game! Well then, this should be fun.
"Not when it's you visiting me without proper cause." I bit back, my tongue harsh.
He gave me a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes and tried to get up again, but he held his grip and pulled me even closer to him, so that our thighs were touching.
Great.
{Niall's POV}
She asked me why I was here.
Why was I here?.
If I tell her my true intentions, especially when she still had no pants on, she'd probably slap my senseless. I asked her why she was so curious, in hopes of giving me more time to come up with a logical answer that didn't involve smashing my mouth into hers.
I came up with the excuse that I was interested in her letter, which isn't a total lie. I just needed to see her again.
As I regained focus of the situation, I realized that I was still staring at her. I saw her starting to get up from the couch, most likely sick of my disrespectful gazing at her.
Shit.
My mind wandered to less appropriate places, again.
But those legs, I could just see them wrapped around my waist...
I was interrupted when I felt a shift in the cushions of the couch we were sitting on. It wasn't until she was nearly off the seat when I reacted. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards me. The feeling of her heat so close to me sent my naughty mind into an Olympic gymnastic class.
"Can't a lad like me visit a lass like you?" I asked innocently.
Her eyes sharpen their glare at me. She saw straight through my shit.
Dammit.
"Not when it's you visiting me without proper cause.." she harshly replied.
Feisty one, aren't we... Lassie? I thought.
She saw my goofy grin and had had enough. But I was not going to allow her to escape me that easily, like she had two weeks ago. Oh no, I planned on keeping her right there next to me.
I brought her back down again and pulled her even closer, so that we were breathing each others' exhales. Those chocolate eyes were cutting into mine, but I didn't care.
All I could think about were those pink lips. What I would do with those damn pink lips.
All I could hear were those lips moaning my name, those lips interlocking with mine, leaving wet kisses all over, kissing those lips so hard that they turn red.
I can't take this shit anymore!
I finally yanked her arm towards me and into my chest, my lips pressed against hers. Finally, I had her in my arms and I was never going to let her go.
{Abby's POV}
Before I could protest, or spit back at him again, he had me against his chest and was kissing me. The kiss was urgent, like I was the last drop of water in a barren desert.
He wrapped his arms around me and tightly locked me against him so I couldn't escape his intimate torture.
But the be honest, I didn't really want to flee the current position I was in. His eyes had been on me this entire time, probably thinking about how to get to this moment. It made me shiver with the slightest tinge of excitement.
He dragged his tongue against my bottom lip, but my sealed mouth doesn't respond. He, trying a different tactic, lightly nibbled on the flesh. I gasped softly, which allowed him in past my lips.
There, he explored every crevice, trying to find all my sweet spots. His tongue was hot, and despite the ravish way of the kiss, it was tender. It was smooth in its movements, like he cared about my enjoyment in this so called "embrace".
He softly bit my bottom lip again and I gripped his t-shirt, trying to hold onto something. Because if I didn't, I felt like I might've melted into a puddle on the couch.
During this entire time of our interlocking lips, a surge of energy sparked in me and was currently shocking my body with every slight movement of his tongue.
Just as I was about to give in and enter his steaming mouth, the kettle screams.
Shit.
Notes
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Awesome to hear you're still alive :P Laddie is possibly my favourite fanfiction at the moment, so it's good to hear there will be updates soon! :D
I absolutely believe that quality is better than quantity. If you're late to update because you took the extra time to get everything right, pretty much everyone will forgive you, and they won't remember it was late by the next update. But if you rush something, everyone will be able to see a bad chapter. So yeah, take all the time you need :)
Filler chapters are good too. They contain little snippets of plot/character development, and they space out the drama filled chapters (I mean, in real life, not every day has a big, crazy event - we all have our filler days at work!).
So basically, keep doing what you're doing, and we'll love it <3
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