{Niall’s POV}

Fucking Hell.

Her lips were so warm, so soft. They were like sunshine in the middle of a thunder storm. When we collided, I swear I felt like my lips were on fire.

The feeling was addicting; I couldn't get enough. I kissed her with urgency, like I was dying and she was the last kiss I would ever have, which wasn't a bad thing.

I loved the way she reacted when I bit her bottom lip; it was such a turn on!

Her gripping my shirt sent a shiver up my spine. It just felt right with her in my arms, clutching me for support.I had to taste those pink lips of hers; those lips that had spoken the words that have been constantly running through my mind for the past two weeks.

My mind wandered to what I would do to her if she wasn't so stubborn and did something instead of just fucking sitting there. As my tongue invaded her mouth once more, I felt hers move towards mine.

Finally.

But she stopped short when a loud screeching came from the kitchen. She immediately pulled away and slipped out of my grip, mainly because I was a bit dazed with the taste of her lips that was left on mine. If I was fully cognitive, I sure as Hell would pull her back in.

Shit.

I guess the tea was done. But at that moment, I couldn't give a shit about the damn tea. I hated
that tea. If it hadn't been for that tea, we might've gone further

Fuck that tea.

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{Abby's POV}

Shit! I forgot about the tea! I thought as the screaming kettle shocked me back to reality. I jumped up and rushed to the kitchen.

Was I about to kiss him back? What the fuck was I thinking!? I scolded myself in my mind. I gripped the counter and started to take deep breathes.

Breathe, girl. Calm down Abby.

After a few moments of settling my mind, I turned off the stove top. I grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and set them on the counter. I then snatched an oven mitt from one of the drawers and picked up the kettle by the handle.

I poured the hot water into the two mugs and placed a bag of Builders tea for him in one and placed a bag of mint and lemon tea in the other for me.

I loved mint and lemon tea. It was my favorite, and one of the only teas I drink.

I took one last deep breath before turning around to face him again. I had a mug in each hand as I walked towards the couch once more. I could feel his blue eyes on me and it made me blush. I cursed myself in my mind, but remained calm.

I handed him his tea and asked "Milk and sugar?"

He kept his gaze on me. Unmoved, even when I handed him his tea. He took the mug with a gentle hand, his fingers grazing mine. It sent an ever so soft shiver through my digits and up my arm. I mentally shook it off and stood before him, waiting for his answer.

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{Niall's POV}

As she walked back over to me, I knew she was taken aback by my actions towards her. It was pretty obvious as she practically gasped for breath in the kitchen. Thank God she didn't see me cheekily smile. She was so cute when she was flustered. It was adorable.

While she was in the kitchen I got to look at her bum again. I still couldn't believe that she hadn't put pants on since my arrival.

I guess she really didn't care.

I wasn't complaining though, if you know what I mean.

I regained my composure as she turned towards me. I watched her as she gave me my tea. I knew it was Builders just by the smell of it.

She remained standing in front of me, asking if I wanted milk and sugar. I stood up and placed my cup on the side table next to the crimson couch.

"I'll get it." I said, trying to ease her jitters. I paused and then grew a smirk.

"Lassie." I added, hoping it would humor her like it did me.

It didn't. She watched me with sharp eyes as I walked towards the kitchen. I could feel them on my back like laser beams, trying to burn a hole right through me.

Well this is just great. Now she wants to fucking kill me. Nice job "laddie". I thought as I milled through the cabinets.

I opened the fridge to find it full of food. Everything from apples and waffles to zucchini and sausage was in that fridge.

I was shocked.

Either she loved food almost as much as I did, or she was a world famous chef. After a moment or two gazing at the lovely sight of the full fridge, I spied a carton of creamer on one of the shelves. I grabbed it and placed it on the counter.

Now all I had to do was find the sugar.

The kitchen wasn't huge, but it wasn't one that you'd expect for a flat out in this part of Mullingar. It had light wooden counter tops and cabinets to match. The was dark green tile on the floor and the fridge was (as you'd expect) white. There were a couple of shaded lights that hung from poles on the ceiling. They were high enough so that you never had the risk of knocking into them. It was a nice sized kitchen for (what I expected to be) a person who likes to cook.

What is she trying to do? Seduce me?! I pondered in my head.

She's driving me crazy and she has a full fridge!? Jesus. How lucky can I get?

I chuckled silently at the thought.

I opened the pantry to reveal the largest collection of tea I have ever seen. S

he has everything! That's it! I need to marry this lass! I thought as my mouth hung open from the shock of viewing such a sight as her tea collection.

After a few moments of this, I pulled myself together and found the box of sugar, which was on the third shelf.

I quickly grabbed the carton of creamer and headed back over to where she was sitting on the crimson couch.

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{Abby's POV}

What was taking him so long? I wondered as I waited for him to get the cream and sugar. I didn't bother to look at him, for fear that I may lock gazes with those blue eyes of his.

So instead I just fiddled with my hands. It's a nervous tick I have that rarely comes out. As you probably have already guessed, I don't really like to show my emotions. It makes me uncomfortable knowing that someone can know what you're thinking by the expression you have on your face. It makes me feel like I'm as see through as a just washed window.

I don't know if it was because he was taking a while or it was because I was still a bit shaken by the sudden kiss he had given me earlier. Why he would offer to do such a thing when this was his first time in my apartment was a question I would never know the answer to. I didn't bother to argue though, mainly because the way he said it was so sweet. I couldn't help but agree. The kid was so adorable!

Wait. What the fuck am I saying?!

I can't be with someone like him! He practically mauled my fucking face off no less than 5 minutes ago! He probably thinks you're easy! Don't let him get close! He'll hurt you like the rest have! I reminded myself of the past lovers I had.

All were looking for one thing and one thing only. It's not like I gave it to them an they ditched me. I'm not a slut! It was more along the lines of I fell too hard and too fast for them and when they moved too fast for me (like trying to have sex on the 2nd date), I was shocked to find out that they weren't the person I thought they were. I put them on this pedestal and within my mind; they were Superman to me. But those Supermen were all Jokers in disguise. So it always ended with the guy thinking I was a prude, me feeling naive for trusting and falling for them so easily, and me crying with a carton of ice cream and watching chic flicks (which is a movie genre that I NEVER watch).

So forth brought my distrust in people. I don't believe in love at first sight. I've experienced too many failures of it. I'm not a cold hearted bitch. I'm just realistic.

I broke away from my thoughts when I heard his footsteps. I turned my head towards him, thinking that if I didn't, I would be seen as overreacting. It was only a kiss. Right? Just a harmless kiss.

He was already looking at me when my eyes finally met his. He smiled a friendly smile that I couldn't help but return, even if it was in the form of a smirk.

He placed the two items on the coffee table that was about 2 feet away from the couch. He then returned to his spot on the cushion, leaned against the back of the seat, looked at me, and smiled once more. "Lassies first." he said with that same warm smile that, for a moment, made me feel like I was special.

But the realistic part of my brain kicked in, screaming He smiles like that to every girl! Don't fall for it!

My mind went back to the current situation. "Thank you, but I need none." I replied in a calm and sophisticated tone as I took a sip on my tea, which had cooled down enough so that I could drink it and not have my tongue burnt off.

I couldn't say the same about him kissing me. Even though it was totally one sided, he was very gentle. His tongue made mine burn with the need to explore his mouth like he did mine. But I managed to constrain myself from doing so.

He nodded his head and started adding loads of milk and sugar to his tea.

Jesus! It's not even tea anymore! I thought as I watched him concoct his tea as he wished.

Once he was finished, he leaned back against the couch and took a sip, without looking at me. He smiled at the taste and then turned his head towards me.

"What?" he asked, locking eyes with me again. I had just then realized that I had been staring at him this whole time.

I probably look like a wide eyed idiot I thought as I averted my eyes from his icy blue gaze.

He took another sip of his tea. I did the same, trying to distract myself from the feeling of his eyes on me. I couldn't bare myself to look at him without the need to melt in front of him. It was like that kiss took every bone from my body and left me in a pile of mush.

Dammit! I cursed in my head.

He chuckled and I whipped my head towards him, giving him a harsh glare.

"And what seems to be so Goddamn funny to you?" I spat at him.

I didn't like being laughed at, especially by someone who kinda just took advantage of me. I'm not saying he raped me, but he caught me off guard, which is something few people do.

"You're so cute when you're irritated." he said as he laughed again.

He then took another sip of his tea. I rolled my eyes and he scrunched up his nose with that same damn smirk plastered to his face, as if to mock my annoyance.

"I'm not cute." I shot back, still glaring at him.

"Sure ya are. Just look at you with your cute wittle face." he said in a baby voice and with another, much louder, laugh.

I wanted to laugh with him, but I was still irritated by the fact that he was mocking me.

I rolled my eyes, sighed, and got up from the couch. I didn't have time to be made fun of, whether it be by the average Joe or an international pop star. I grabbed Tom Sawyer and plopped down in the leather recliner that sat to the left of the couch.

I decided that reading would calm me down, and let me escape from his teasing. I know it was all in good fun, but I didn't want to let my guard down with someone who has millions of other, much prettier, girls who would fuck him at the drop of a hat.

I was in the middle of a page when I saw a figure appear in front of me. I tilted down my book and saw him sitting on the floor in front of me, staring at me like a child.

Dammit! Why the fuck does he have to be so adorable!? I swore in my head as I sighed.

"Whatcha' reading there lassie?" he asked in a friendly voice.

"Tom Sawyer." I replied as I tilted the book back up, blocking his face once more.

He pushed the book back down and greeted me with a strict glare.

Um... OK then? I thought as I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes?" I asked with an annoyed tone.

"Are we going to talk about it or are you just going to block me out with Tom Sawyer?" he asked with a serious tone, yet I heard a twinge of friendliness in his words.

He wasn't ordering me around, he was more of asking me like a concerned friend would after they found out you had just gone through a serious break up. His eyes shone with worry, like he cared if he had hurt me or not.

Well this is new... I pondered as I continued to look at him with curious eyes.

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{Niall's POV}

"Are we going to talk about it or are you just going to block me out with Tom Sawyer?" I asked her from my seat on the floor in front of her.

I knew what she was doing; she was trying to cut me off from her world with Mr. Sawyer and his adventures.

My teasing was all playful. I hadn't meant to upset her. But I knew she knew that. I knew because I saw a touch of pink in her cheeks as she flopped down in the leather chair.

She's embarrassed! I made the stone lass blush! I triumphantly yelled in my head.

She was so adorable when she was irritated! It was like watching a baby bunny trying to be mad. You couldn't help but smile, well at least I couldn't.

She crossed her legs, placed her hand on the page she was currently on, and closed her book softly on her hand. "You kissed me. Big whoop." she said in a sarcastic voice.

My face dropped a bit in shock. "You don't care? It doesn't bother you?" I asked, surprised that it hadn't meant as much to her as it had to me.

"You've kissed hundreds of girls. So this was just a drop in an ocean to you. So why should it matter to me when it doesn't to you?" she questioned.

Wow.... I thought as I looked down. Her words hurt, but I couldn't blame her.

Everyone thinks that just because me and the lads are internationally famous pop stars, it means that we hook up with girls every night and then toss them aside like yesterday's garbage.

Well, maybe Harry does the first thing, but I don't.

I respect women.

I tilted my head back up and saw she was still watching me. She must have seen the hurt in my expression because her face instantly softened. Worry filled her eyes, whether she knew it or not. It brought me some hope that she may not be as cold as she appears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." she murmured as she looked away from me.

I sighed. "It's alright lass. I don't blame you for thinking that."

I began to get up from my seat on the floor. "I should've known that you could never be as crazy as me." I muttered under my breath.

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{Abby's POV}

"Crazy as you?" I thought out loud.

He stood up and looked down at me.

"Why did you think I came here today?" he asked me, his tone much more serious and there was a sense of hopeless in his eyes that made my insides shrivel up.

I didn't mean to insult him. But what I said was true.

What was I to him besides another girl?

"You got my letter." I answered him, looking up his frame towards his icy blue eyes again.

That was why, right? He said so himself. I wondered.

"I came here today..." he paused as he took a deep breath.

"Because you're driving me crazy. You haven't left my mind for the past few weeks. The fact that you called me out in the middle of the pub like I was an ordinary person boggled my mind. I wasn't used it. It was refreshing. I had to see you again. I had to find out why you were different from every other girl I've known. You didn't fall to my feet, you stomped on them." he continued, staring into my eyes with his blue orbs that made me want to sink through the couch and into the floorboards.

Wow...

"The fact that you didn't care who I was, let alone want me, drove me bloody fucking mad! I just had to find out who you were because you sure as Hell didn't know who I was. Or you knew but you didn't give a shit." he said with a calm voice as he continued to stare me down.

Wow...

"But I guess I was an idiot. All I did was maul your face off and piss you off... I'm sorry. I'll go now." he said as he turned towards the door.

I sat there, frozen.

Holy shit. I thought.

As he walked across the living room, towards the door, my mind raced on what I should do.

You can't just let him go like that! The dude obviously is interested in your cold ass! Why did you have to be such a bitch!? What were you thinking?! Now he's upset! I cursed myself.

As he neared the doorway, he looked back towards me with eyes filled with depression, like he had failed the most important mission of his life. He sighed and took a step out the door.

"Wait."

Notes

Ooooh! What's gonna happen next?! :O
Sorry that this chapter took so long! It wasn't pre-written so I had to write it on the spot. I hope you like it though!

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