Today was Tuesday. That meant our date was 3 days away, and I didn’t even know his name. Well he can’t be that hard to find, I’ll just look him up. I thought as I walked into my bedroom and casually flopped onto my bed, opening my laptop.

Laddie left about 20 minutes ago. After our kiss we talked for a bit. We discussed nothing major, just small talk, like the weather. I know it sounds boring, and now that I think about it, it was. But somehow every word he spoke captivated my attention.

He seemed to be as just, maybe even more, interested in what I was saying, even if it was about clouds.

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He checked his watch once I got up to clear our empty mugs off the coffee table. I heard him curse and I turned around to see what troubled him. He got up swiftly and was in front of me, gazing down at my form with those icy blue eyes of his. I looked up at him and I could see reluctance in his eyes.

His girlfriend is coming home and she’s going to be pissed that he’s not there because she’s caught him cheating before. My mind raced with possible reasons as to why he looked so rushed. I was prepared for the oncoming drama if my thesis was true. I’d seen it all before.

Boy acts all suave and slick but when his other half calls, he has to explain to her why he was at a bar with me, buying me drinks. The first couple of times it hurt, but now I wasn't fazed by the image of a pissed girlfriend and a douche bag leaving me.

He hooked his index finger under my jaw and placed his thumb on top of my chin, like he had before. He gently lifted my face so that my eyes met his. “I have to go lassie. I’m sorry. You've been lovely but I have to get back to work.” he spoke with such distress in his voice.

His accent becoming even more apparent as he said his pet name for me,and for some weird reason "lovely". It was almost like he was afraid of what was beyond my door and he wanted to stay here. He leaned in and, unexpectedly, kissed my forehead. I stood there as he held his lips to my skin for what seemed like 20 minutes.

He finally broke the connection and looked down at me once more.

“I’ll see you Friday night at 8 sharp.” he said with a soft tone and a smirk on his lips.

He headed towards the door but paused, turning towards me as he leaned against the door frame.

“Lassie.” he added with a mischievous grin slapped on his face as he slipped on his sunglasses.

He’d imitated the same order of actions that I had done that first night we met in the pub.

Clever I thought with a smirk as I watched the door close behind him.

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I went to Google and typed “Irish blond boy musician” and clicked on “Image”. Up popped were a few pictures of blond dudes, but what I wasn't expecting was the tidal wave of pictures of Laddie that appeared on my screen. My mouth dropped.

Holy shit.

I clicked on a random picture of the boy who was only moments ago in the living room of my apartment. I was led to a site called “metro.co.uk”.

The article read “Top 10 reasons Niall Horan Is The Most Popular One Direction Member: From His Irish Charm To His Single Status” I scrolled down and saw a picture of a cheering, blonde haired, blue eyed, Irish boy with clear braces in his mouth.

Wait. He has braces? I didn't feel them when… I began to wonder but my mind trailed off to the memories of him and me kissing.

I could feel my cheeks getting hot and I jumped up off of my bed and towards my mirror.

My cheeks were red.

Why the fuck am I blushing?! I wondered as I glared at my reflection.

I sighed, cursing my body for allowing him to affect me like it just had with a simple memory. I flopped back down onto my bed and reread the title of the article.

“Well… at least I know his name: Niall Horan.” I thought out loud. Since no one was in my apartment, I could think out loud freely. I began to read down the list.

“10. He’s honest: He confessed his bum was too ‘squidgy’ for a tattoo during a recent trip to LA. This alone gives him points in our book.” I read, my snicker too strong to contain as I doubled over in laughter.

Oh that’s just too rich. I thought, my stomach aching from the mini ab workout I just had.

I moved onto the next item on the list. “9. His squeaky-clean image: While Zayn’s been in the press for allegedly cheating on his girlfriend Perrie Edwards, Louis’s lost his temper at 1D fans, Liam has admitted to having a wandering eye and Harry’s had cougar after cougar in his bed, Niall can do no wrong.” I read.

Well now I know what his "work" is and who is "coworkers" are. I thought.

But that kiss was anything but “squeaky-clean” I continued in my head, my cheeks getting warm.

Dammit laddie!!! I cursed myself.

I didn’t like people having this kind of effect on me. It left me vulnerable to all of the hurt they would later cause.

I sighed and read the next number. “8. He plays the guitar: Okay, so the others can play a bit of a guitar too but Niall seems to be the best at it. At the very least, he talks about it more.”

My mind flashed back to our conversation earlier. The word “guitar” never sprang up once.

Weird.

I skimmed over the rest of the list “7. He laughs at his own jokes”

That’s a little sad I thought as I continued.

“6. He’s got embarrassing parents”

Who the fuck doesn't? I questioned in my head.

“5. He’s a blonde haired, blue eyed boy”

No shit, Einstein. I commented with a roll of my brown eyes.

“4. He’s the token single one”

“Token?” Who the Hell do they think he is; Keanu Reeves? I thought with another roll
of my eyes.

“Ok so there isn’t a girlfriend. So maybe it really was work.” I said to myself out loud. Even with hearing myself say it, I still didn't fully believe that he was single.

He’s an internationally famous pop star. How the fuck can he not be single?!

“3. He’s modest”

Oh this is gonna be good I snickered and read the following comments under the subtitle.

“He’s by far the cutest member of the group but Niall squirms any time he gets a compliment. He once admitted he likes his eyes, before quickly adding, ‘It’s the only thing I do like about my body. I feel awkward talking about it actually.’ “

I busted out laughing again. I couldn't help but laugh at his awkwardness.

I just found it odd how someone who’s in the public eye as much as he is would be so uncomfortable talking about girls; girls that are numbered in the millions upon millions and are all die-hard fans of his.

Talking about girls should be as easy as an artist talking about paint; it should just come natural to him.

I found it quite adorable that he was so shy, mainly because the way he acted towards me earlier today was anything but shy.

Ugh. Seriously laddie? You've got me thinking of the word “adorable”?! I cursed myself again. Why did he have this much of an effect on me in such a short amount of time?

Ugh.

I distracted my dread by reading the next item on the list. “2. He loves a bit of Twitter”

What star doesn’t? I sarcastically asked myself as I read the final item.

“1. He’s Irish”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!?!? You don’t say?!?!?!” I mockingly exclaimed with a fake shocked look on my face.

No shit Einstein.

That was the end of the article. I closed my laptop and laid on my bed.

Well, looks like I’ve got a date with Mr. Niall Horan on Friday at 8. Great.

I sighed and remained there, sleep dragging me away from reality.

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{Niall's POV}

“Oh God…” I moaned as I stroked my cock from base to tip. Thoughts of her raced through my mind. I could just picture how fucking perfect she was in that short Coldplay t-shirt with no pants underneath, her bending downward to showcase that beautiful little ass of hers when she set the mugs down on the coffee table. Oh God.

I imagined her beckoning me closer with that sexy lip bite that she did whenever she was feeling mischievous. It made my cock ache whenever she did that. My motions quickened as I pictured my cock being buried into her ass, her gasps and whimpers. Oh God yes… What I would give to hear her moan and scream my name.

That’s what kept me up at night, how her moans and screams sounded. As I stare up at the ceiling, sleep evading my tired body, I try imagining what those beautiful, erotic, cock-hardening sounds would be, but my hallucinations never seem to sound quite like her.
My hand became her core as I pictured pounding into her, the imaginary sounds of my balls slapping her ass filling the room. I was close. I remembered her smell, how she gasped whenever I licked her bottom lip, how she felt in my arms, and how she called me “laddie”…
Oh shit.

My body tensed, my balls drew up, and heat flooded throughout me. I tried to hold back a moan as I came, semen cascading down my hand. Yet a small noise escaped my lips as I came harder than I expected. I continued to stroke myself until I milked out every last bit of come.

Shit. That ought to tide me over till tomorrow, when this whole process starts over. I couldn’t get her out of my mind no matter how hard I tried keeping myself occupied by meeting fans, hanging out with the lads, writing music, and going to interviews. No matter what I did, her memory was always the elephant in my mind.

All I thought about was her, my lassie. The same thoughts ran through my head day in and day out: Lassie, Fuck, Kiss, Warmth, Need, My cock buried into her, Her moans and screams, and from there my mind would wander to another one of my many fantasies about her.

Shit. I cursed again as I looked down, seeing my jeans were now covered in white jizz. I sighed, getting up, and slipping them off. I then walked across my bedroom and threw them in the hamper while I opened my dresser drawer and picked out another pair to wear. As I looked down at my collection of pants, I noticed that my drawer was nearly empty. I glared at the hamper it was full of pairs of jeans, all having dried, white semen in the fibers.

“Fuck!” I muttered as I hung my head. It was only Thursday, just 2 days after I visited her apartment, and just 1 day before our date. Thank God. These past 2 days have been torture for me. I didn’t have her number, or even her name. The letter she sent me only had her apartment number on the return address, adding even more mystery to my little lassie.

My little, mysterious, hot, spitfire lassie I thought and a smirk appeared on my lips. I aimed to claim that lass as mine, know all her secrets, kiss her every moment possible, and fuck her twice every day. I’m not this normally sexually driven and perverted in the mind. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! No other girl has ever had this particular effect on me. Sure, I’ve dated some really smoking hot, sexual ladies in the past. But those relationships were all driven on sex. I wanted to have a bond with Lassie based on something more than just a good shag every now and again.

I don’t know what that would be though, for she’s shielding me off from her like a fucking fortress. But I planned on breaking those walls down, no matter how long it takes.
The way she talks, the way she walks, the way her sarcastic comments roll off her tongue, and the way those chocolate eyes of hers make my heart twinge. It was just something about her. It scared the Hell out of me knowing that a basic girl like her could have this addicting effect on me.

But she isn't basic. She’s so complex yet somehow so simple. I said to myself as I corrected my thoughts. Just something about her makes me feel like I have to solve her, to catch every tear that may fall from those brown eyes, to hold her into the night, to protect her, even when she refuses, to make her my Lassie. I kept on trying to convince myself that she was just a girl. But I couldn't fool myself into not believing the obvious: she wasn't just a girl.

I looked at the clock and saw it was nearly midnight. Thank God. I couldn't take much more of being awake and not having her near me. I placed the pair of jeans that I was currently still holding back into the open drawer, took off my t-shirt, and crawled into bed.

“See you tomorrow, Lassie.” I muttered with a mischievous grin. I've never been this excited for a date before, but then again, I've never met a girl like her before either.

Notes

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How do you think their date is gonna go?
Oh and about Niall's part: Yeah, dudes jack off. If you thought that part appeared in the story too soon, get over it. Did you not see the N-17 rating on the title? Yeah, it's there for a reason.

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