I Thought You'd Care
Chapter 12: Kittens Getting Hit By Cars
Chapter 12: Kittens Getting Hit By Cars
Niall’s POV
It had been a full day since I had seen Nell. Yesterday, when Harry had returned from driving her home, I had expected him to talk to me. When he left, he had shot me one of those looks that said, “We’ll talk later.” But he hadn’t. He’d been pretty normal towards me. We joked, we played FIFA, we ate. That was it.
It was Monday, now, and I wanted to see her again. I would have called yesterday afternoon, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate. So I took the advice that Liam had given me—namely, wait to call her—and all I did was text her a little bit. She had put her number in my phone last night (under the name ‘Your Best Kiss ;)’. There was something unbelievably sexy about that), so had I sat there on my phone reading and proofreading what I had written, and finally had sent the message.
To: Your Best Kiss ;)
Hey! I had loads of fun last night :) xx Niall
From: Your Best Kiss ;)
Hey Niall! So did I. We should hang again sometime :)
To: Your Best Kiss ;)
Definitely.
I sighed and lay down on my bed, looking at the conversation we’d had. Only three texts, and a million possibilities went through my head. That girl was just…something else. Seeing as it was Monday, and she was in school, I waited until five to call her. She should have been don’t with football practice by then. It rang three times, then she picked up. “Hey, Niall!”
I grinned. Just hearing her voice could do all kinds of things to me. “Hey, Nell. How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. I just got home from football.”
“Cool. I was wondering if maybe you want to hang out?”
“Sorry, Niall, I can’t. My mom’s away for a few days, so I’m the only one watching Clyde.”
I sighed. “When are you going to be free?”
“Well, I’m working in London on Friday. Maybe we could watch a movie or something after that?”
I sighed again. “That sounds good, but that’s in, like, four days.” I shot up as I got an idea. “Can I come over? Like, right now?” I asked.
There was silence on her end for a moment. “I mean, yeah, sure, but why? Do you honestly want to?”
“I would love to.”
She laughed. “Okay. Well, I’ll text you my address, and I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
I quickly jumped up and ran to my closet. I had no clue what to wear, but I finally settled on a plain white t shirt with a slight v neck and a pair of loose fitting khakis. I put on some high top Nikes, my favorite shoes, and went over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, gelled my hair up, grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet, took a last look at myself, and ran out the door. Before I left, I yelled to Liam, “I’m going out, Li! I’ll be back later!” I didn’t even wait for him to reply as I slammed the door and ran downstairs to my car. I put on some Ed Sheeran and drove out of the garage onto the London streets.
My music was on shuffle, so just as I got out of London and on to the roads, Mad World came on. I grinned as I heard the opening melody, remembering the way Nell’s hands had traveled over the keys, remembering how happy she had looked just sitting there playing, remembering the surprised look she’d had as I started singing. I hummed along with the song a bit, smiling to myself.
Just as the song ended, I got a text from Harry. I waited until I was at a red light to read it.
From: Harry
Where you at?
To: Harry
On my way to Nell’s house! :)
From: Harry
What???????
To: Harry
Yeah…why?
The light turned green, so I had to put my phone down. I heard it vibrate a few times, presumably all from Harry. I finally got another red, so I picked it up and read what he had sent me.
From: Harry
Niall????
From: Harry
Are you serious? First the sleeping, now this?
From: Harry
What the fuck?
To: Harry
What are you talking about?
I was pretty hurt by what Harry was saying. I honestly didn’t know what I was doing wrong.
From: Harry
Dude………nevermind. We’ll talk when u get back
I put my phone down and sighed. I tried to push him out of my mind. My GPS said that I was only a couple minutes away from Nell’s house. As I turned onto the street that her house was on, I frowned. It didn’t look like the best neighborhood.
I eventually found her house number and pulled into the driveway. I wiped my palms on my shirt, noticing they were sweaty, and knocked on the door. A little boy, about six—I presumed that this was her little brother Clyde—opened it for me. “Who are you?” he asked, staring up at me.
“Um, hey, are you Clyde? I’m Niall. I’m here for your big sister.” I said. This kid was making me nervous.
His eyes grew wide and he said, “Come in,” before running upstairs. I walked into the house and was immediately struck by how small it seemed. I knew that I was relatively tall, but still, my head was pretty damn close to hitting the ceiling. I heard a few muffled whispers from upstairs, then Clyde came down again. “She’s going to be down in just a second. Do you want to come into the living room? I’m watching a movie.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that sounds good. What are you watching?”
“Cars. It’s so good! I love Lightning McQueen! Have you seen it?”
Smiling, I said, “Yeah, I have, Clyde.” I heard someone stomping down the stairs, and I immediately turned around.
It was Nell.
In a tank top and a pair of short shorts.
Was she trying to kill me?
Think about something bad. I thought, trying to keep myself from getting excited. Okay, not that kind of bad…shit. Little Nialler is going insane…okay. Think of…think of a kitten getting hit by a car. That seemed to work. “Hey,” I said.
She smirked at me, almost as if she knew what had been going on inside my pants. “Hey, Niall.” She walked up and hugged me. Oh no, that set me off again. God, she was evil. Kitten getting hit by a car, I thought over and over again. “What’re you thinking about?”
“What?” I asked, stammering.
“You have your thinking face on. What are you thinking about?”
The things I would do to you if Clyde wasn’t in the other room. How incredibly fucking hot you are. How much I just want to do awful things to you. Take your pick. “Kittens,” I responded.
She laughed. Oh, good, I can make her laugh. “Whatever. We’re watching movies. I’ll make something to eat, soon.”
It was almost midnight. Clyde was in bed, now, and Nell and I were watching the beginning to Up. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder, my arm around her and her hand on my chest. I could stay like this forever. I was glad she was out, too—I definitely shed a tear or two during the beginning of the movie. I couldn’t help it. I accidentally stirred and—
Just my luck. She woke up. I hastily tried to wipe the tears off my face. “Hey,” I said, smiling.
“Hey,” she responded, grinning and stretching her arms. She stopped all of a sudden. “Niall, were you crying?”
My hands shot up to my face. “Um, no. I got something in my eye, I think…”
She laughed, and moved her hand to trace the tear track down my face. “That’s a shame,” she said seductively, “Because usually when someone’s crying I try to kiss it better.”
Oh, man, she was such a tease. I tried not to think dirty thoughts, but that was proving impossible, and I could feel myself getting excited. KITTENS GETTING HIT BY CARS, I screamed mentally. MOTHERFUCKING KITTENS.
Oh no. Kittens…pussy. Fucking Harry made me hear all the connotations behind that. Puppies. Puppies dying horrible, gory deaths. Little Nialler slowly deflated.
I wasn’t about to emasculate myself for a kiss, even one from an incredibly sexy girl who was making me hard just by saying something, so I looked her right in the eyes and said, “Nope. Just dust or something.” She harrumphed and stood up, stretching her back. “Do you want to go play football?” She asked.
That seemed fairly nonthreatening, so I nodded. I got up and walked over to the door that lead to the back garden [yard]. She grabbed her phone and headphones—I had no clue why—and came out with me. We passed the ball around a bit when she absentmindedly said, “Do you want to dance?”
I grinned. “Not to be cliché or anything, but there’s no music.”
She fished her phone out of her pocket, plugging in the headphones. “Aha, but I brought these, so you have no excuse, blondie.” I liked that nickname. That was one that I could deal with. She walked over to me and put one of the headphones in my ear. She put in the other one and pressed play, dropping her phone into her pocket. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me, and I felt her hands close behind my neck, fiddling with my hair just a little bit. I heard the opening to Mad World and I grinned. We started moving back and forth, in time. “Don’t expect me to sing along with this one,” I said, as I heard the lyrics start.
“Why is that?” She asked quietly, smiling a little, staring right into my eyes.
“I’m busy,” I whispered huskily, moving forward so my lips a centimeter from hers. I wasn’t going to be the one to lean in. She would crack first, we kept moving, and as we did, I felt her exhale. It was proving nearly impossible to stay this small measure of distance away from her, to prevent myself from closing the gap between us. The song carried on, and we kept dancing. The corners of her mouth upturned a bit as she noticed me straining from the difficulty of not taking her. “Give up, yet, blondie?” she asked in a voice so seductive I almost melted. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with her. All I could think was that I really liked her, and it was all I could do to not just kiss her already.
“I think I have a little while before I crack yet.” I whispered back. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, I was sure. The song ended and another one started up. It was a Beatles song, Let It Be.
“I love this song,” I said, trying to distract myself from her perfect lips, just a tiny ways from mine.
“Me too,” She answered. For a moment I thought she would just leave it at that, and not tempt me anymore, but of course she couldn’t. She bit her lip ever so slightly, before whispering, “I’m not going to crack, Niall. It’s all up to you.”
I groaned quietly, trying my best to stay back. I could feel myself getting hard, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to distract myself this time. I silently thanked my tight boxers for hiding my erection. I couldn’t pull my face away from hers. I just stayed there, staring into her eyes, which were a very brilliant shade of blue. The song ended and she unclasped her hands from behind my neck and slowly pulled the headphone out of my ear, then hers. She put her hands flat on my chest, mine still around her waist, and leaned in. I thought she had cracked, and I stood smiling slyly waiting for her. But just as I thought we were about to connect, she stopped. She was as close as possible without actually touching me. If I leaned forward at all, if I made any movement, our lips would connect. “Better luck next time, blondie,” she whispered, and pulled herself away. She turned around and started walking sexily towards the house. “Well, you coming?” She turned around and asked at the door.
I nodded and followed her, swallowing in an attempt to wet my dry throat. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I liked her more than I think I’d ever liked anyone, and that moment that we had just had was one of the most intense—scratch that, the most intense—one I’d ever had. When I opened the door and stepped inside, she was sitting on the couch, watching the movie as if nothing had happened. “It’s pretty late,” I said. “Should I go? You have school tomorrow.”
“It’s the last day,” She said, with a measure of pride mixed with sadness. “It’s my last day of high school.” I walked over to her and sat down, putting an arm around her. “It’ll be okay,” I said. “Besides, then you’ll have loads of free time to do whatever you want before uni.”
“Yeah,” She said.
I glanced at the clock. “Should I be going? It’s really late.” I repeated.
“If you want. You can stay, if you want.” That sounded like a great idea.
“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll stay for a while.”
She shot up. “I’m going to go the bathroom. I have to shower.” And with that, she ran up the stairs.
Nell’s POV
I had no clue how Niall had managed to not even get a little bit excited about our whole exchange. He wasn’t the least bit hard, I had noticed, while I tried to stop myself from melting into a puddle at his feet. When I got into the bathroom I managed to start the shower before ripping my clothes off. My panties were soaked through, and I threw them across the room. I had intended to get myself off in the shower, but I couldn’t wait for it to warm up, so I lay on the floor and started rubbing my clit. I tried not to moan, just in case he heard me. That would be embarrassing as hell. I wanted him so badly, it had been a nightmare to try to restrain myself.
I rubbed circles around my clit with one hand while I slowly inserted a finger into myself with the other. I bit back another moan as I added another finger, then a third. I felt the pressure building, and finally I came, gasping for air. I slowly pulled my fingers out of myself and got up, stepping into the shower. I sighed. I didn’t know if I would be able to stop myself from jumping on him next time that happened.
Niall’s POV
As soon as she was out of sight I got up from the couch and raced to the bathroom. I had to take care of Little Nialler before she came back and he got worse. There was one just past the kitchen, so I went in and locked the door. I pulled my pants down and my dick sprung up and hit me in the stomach. I groaned as I felt the air on it. It had been crushed by my boxers and had been requiring attention for a while. I saw a bit of pre-cum on the head, so using my thumb I spread it around, lubricating it. I slowly pumped the shaft back and forth. I picked up speed and grabbed a tissue, knowing I would need it soon. I felt the familiar pressure building and I came into the tissue. I felt myself slowly deflate and I threw the tissue away, making sure it was well-wrapped up. I pulled my boxers and pants up and walked back into the living room, feeling much better.
Niall’s POV
It had been a full day since I had seen Nell. Yesterday, when Harry had returned from driving her home, I had expected him to talk to me. When he left, he had shot me one of those looks that said, “We’ll talk later.” But he hadn’t. He’d been pretty normal towards me. We joked, we played FIFA, we ate. That was it.
It was Monday, now, and I wanted to see her again. I would have called yesterday afternoon, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate. So I took the advice that Liam had given me—namely, wait to call her—and all I did was text her a little bit. She had put her number in my phone last night (under the name ‘Your Best Kiss ;)’. There was something unbelievably sexy about that), so had I sat there on my phone reading and proofreading what I had written, and finally had sent the message.
To: Your Best Kiss ;)
Hey! I had loads of fun last night :) xx Niall
From: Your Best Kiss ;)
Hey Niall! So did I. We should hang again sometime :)
To: Your Best Kiss ;)
Definitely.
I sighed and lay down on my bed, looking at the conversation we’d had. Only three texts, and a million possibilities went through my head. That girl was just…something else. Seeing as it was Monday, and she was in school, I waited until five to call her. She should have been don’t with football practice by then. It rang three times, then she picked up. “Hey, Niall!”
I grinned. Just hearing her voice could do all kinds of things to me. “Hey, Nell. How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. I just got home from football.”
“Cool. I was wondering if maybe you want to hang out?”
“Sorry, Niall, I can’t. My mom’s away for a few days, so I’m the only one watching Clyde.”
I sighed. “When are you going to be free?”
“Well, I’m working in London on Friday. Maybe we could watch a movie or something after that?”
I sighed again. “That sounds good, but that’s in, like, four days.” I shot up as I got an idea. “Can I come over? Like, right now?” I asked.
There was silence on her end for a moment. “I mean, yeah, sure, but why? Do you honestly want to?”
“I would love to.”
She laughed. “Okay. Well, I’ll text you my address, and I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, grinning. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
I quickly jumped up and ran to my closet. I had no clue what to wear, but I finally settled on a plain white t shirt with a slight v neck and a pair of loose fitting khakis. I put on some high top Nikes, my favorite shoes, and went over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, gelled my hair up, grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet, took a last look at myself, and ran out the door. Before I left, I yelled to Liam, “I’m going out, Li! I’ll be back later!” I didn’t even wait for him to reply as I slammed the door and ran downstairs to my car. I put on some Ed Sheeran and drove out of the garage onto the London streets.
My music was on shuffle, so just as I got out of London and on to the roads, Mad World came on. I grinned as I heard the opening melody, remembering the way Nell’s hands had traveled over the keys, remembering how happy she had looked just sitting there playing, remembering the surprised look she’d had as I started singing. I hummed along with the song a bit, smiling to myself.
Just as the song ended, I got a text from Harry. I waited until I was at a red light to read it.
From: Harry
Where you at?
To: Harry
On my way to Nell’s house! :)
From: Harry
What???????
To: Harry
Yeah…why?
The light turned green, so I had to put my phone down. I heard it vibrate a few times, presumably all from Harry. I finally got another red, so I picked it up and read what he had sent me.
From: Harry
Niall????
From: Harry
Are you serious? First the sleeping, now this?
From: Harry
What the fuck?
To: Harry
What are you talking about?
I was pretty hurt by what Harry was saying. I honestly didn’t know what I was doing wrong.
From: Harry
Dude………nevermind. We’ll talk when u get back
I put my phone down and sighed. I tried to push him out of my mind. My GPS said that I was only a couple minutes away from Nell’s house. As I turned onto the street that her house was on, I frowned. It didn’t look like the best neighborhood.
I eventually found her house number and pulled into the driveway. I wiped my palms on my shirt, noticing they were sweaty, and knocked on the door. A little boy, about six—I presumed that this was her little brother Clyde—opened it for me. “Who are you?” he asked, staring up at me.
“Um, hey, are you Clyde? I’m Niall. I’m here for your big sister.” I said. This kid was making me nervous.
His eyes grew wide and he said, “Come in,” before running upstairs. I walked into the house and was immediately struck by how small it seemed. I knew that I was relatively tall, but still, my head was pretty damn close to hitting the ceiling. I heard a few muffled whispers from upstairs, then Clyde came down again. “She’s going to be down in just a second. Do you want to come into the living room? I’m watching a movie.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that sounds good. What are you watching?”
“Cars. It’s so good! I love Lightning McQueen! Have you seen it?”
Smiling, I said, “Yeah, I have, Clyde.” I heard someone stomping down the stairs, and I immediately turned around.
It was Nell.
In a tank top and a pair of short shorts.
Was she trying to kill me?
Think about something bad. I thought, trying to keep myself from getting excited. Okay, not that kind of bad…shit. Little Nialler is going insane…okay. Think of…think of a kitten getting hit by a car. That seemed to work. “Hey,” I said.
She smirked at me, almost as if she knew what had been going on inside my pants. “Hey, Niall.” She walked up and hugged me. Oh no, that set me off again. God, she was evil. Kitten getting hit by a car, I thought over and over again. “What’re you thinking about?”
“What?” I asked, stammering.
“You have your thinking face on. What are you thinking about?”
The things I would do to you if Clyde wasn’t in the other room. How incredibly fucking hot you are. How much I just want to do awful things to you. Take your pick. “Kittens,” I responded.
She laughed. Oh, good, I can make her laugh. “Whatever. We’re watching movies. I’ll make something to eat, soon.”
It was almost midnight. Clyde was in bed, now, and Nell and I were watching the beginning to Up. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder, my arm around her and her hand on my chest. I could stay like this forever. I was glad she was out, too—I definitely shed a tear or two during the beginning of the movie. I couldn’t help it. I accidentally stirred and—
Just my luck. She woke up. I hastily tried to wipe the tears off my face. “Hey,” I said, smiling.
“Hey,” she responded, grinning and stretching her arms. She stopped all of a sudden. “Niall, were you crying?”
My hands shot up to my face. “Um, no. I got something in my eye, I think…”
She laughed, and moved her hand to trace the tear track down my face. “That’s a shame,” she said seductively, “Because usually when someone’s crying I try to kiss it better.”
Oh, man, she was such a tease. I tried not to think dirty thoughts, but that was proving impossible, and I could feel myself getting excited. KITTENS GETTING HIT BY CARS, I screamed mentally. MOTHERFUCKING KITTENS.
Oh no. Kittens…pussy. Fucking Harry made me hear all the connotations behind that. Puppies. Puppies dying horrible, gory deaths. Little Nialler slowly deflated.
I wasn’t about to emasculate myself for a kiss, even one from an incredibly sexy girl who was making me hard just by saying something, so I looked her right in the eyes and said, “Nope. Just dust or something.” She harrumphed and stood up, stretching her back. “Do you want to go play football?” She asked.
That seemed fairly nonthreatening, so I nodded. I got up and walked over to the door that lead to the back garden [yard]. She grabbed her phone and headphones—I had no clue why—and came out with me. We passed the ball around a bit when she absentmindedly said, “Do you want to dance?”
I grinned. “Not to be cliché or anything, but there’s no music.”
She fished her phone out of her pocket, plugging in the headphones. “Aha, but I brought these, so you have no excuse, blondie.” I liked that nickname. That was one that I could deal with. She walked over to me and put one of the headphones in my ear. She put in the other one and pressed play, dropping her phone into her pocket. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me, and I felt her hands close behind my neck, fiddling with my hair just a little bit. I heard the opening to Mad World and I grinned. We started moving back and forth, in time. “Don’t expect me to sing along with this one,” I said, as I heard the lyrics start.
“Why is that?” She asked quietly, smiling a little, staring right into my eyes.
“I’m busy,” I whispered huskily, moving forward so my lips a centimeter from hers. I wasn’t going to be the one to lean in. She would crack first, we kept moving, and as we did, I felt her exhale. It was proving nearly impossible to stay this small measure of distance away from her, to prevent myself from closing the gap between us. The song carried on, and we kept dancing. The corners of her mouth upturned a bit as she noticed me straining from the difficulty of not taking her. “Give up, yet, blondie?” she asked in a voice so seductive I almost melted. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with her. All I could think was that I really liked her, and it was all I could do to not just kiss her already.
“I think I have a little while before I crack yet.” I whispered back. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, I was sure. The song ended and another one started up. It was a Beatles song, Let It Be.
“I love this song,” I said, trying to distract myself from her perfect lips, just a tiny ways from mine.
“Me too,” She answered. For a moment I thought she would just leave it at that, and not tempt me anymore, but of course she couldn’t. She bit her lip ever so slightly, before whispering, “I’m not going to crack, Niall. It’s all up to you.”
I groaned quietly, trying my best to stay back. I could feel myself getting hard, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to distract myself this time. I silently thanked my tight boxers for hiding my erection. I couldn’t pull my face away from hers. I just stayed there, staring into her eyes, which were a very brilliant shade of blue. The song ended and she unclasped her hands from behind my neck and slowly pulled the headphone out of my ear, then hers. She put her hands flat on my chest, mine still around her waist, and leaned in. I thought she had cracked, and I stood smiling slyly waiting for her. But just as I thought we were about to connect, she stopped. She was as close as possible without actually touching me. If I leaned forward at all, if I made any movement, our lips would connect. “Better luck next time, blondie,” she whispered, and pulled herself away. She turned around and started walking sexily towards the house. “Well, you coming?” She turned around and asked at the door.
I nodded and followed her, swallowing in an attempt to wet my dry throat. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I liked her more than I think I’d ever liked anyone, and that moment that we had just had was one of the most intense—scratch that, the most intense—one I’d ever had. When I opened the door and stepped inside, she was sitting on the couch, watching the movie as if nothing had happened. “It’s pretty late,” I said. “Should I go? You have school tomorrow.”
“It’s the last day,” She said, with a measure of pride mixed with sadness. “It’s my last day of high school.” I walked over to her and sat down, putting an arm around her. “It’ll be okay,” I said. “Besides, then you’ll have loads of free time to do whatever you want before uni.”
“Yeah,” She said.
I glanced at the clock. “Should I be going? It’s really late.” I repeated.
“If you want. You can stay, if you want.” That sounded like a great idea.
“Okay,” I said. “I guess I’ll stay for a while.”
She shot up. “I’m going to go the bathroom. I have to shower.” And with that, she ran up the stairs.
Nell’s POV
I had no clue how Niall had managed to not even get a little bit excited about our whole exchange. He wasn’t the least bit hard, I had noticed, while I tried to stop myself from melting into a puddle at his feet. When I got into the bathroom I managed to start the shower before ripping my clothes off. My panties were soaked through, and I threw them across the room. I had intended to get myself off in the shower, but I couldn’t wait for it to warm up, so I lay on the floor and started rubbing my clit. I tried not to moan, just in case he heard me. That would be embarrassing as hell. I wanted him so badly, it had been a nightmare to try to restrain myself.
I rubbed circles around my clit with one hand while I slowly inserted a finger into myself with the other. I bit back another moan as I added another finger, then a third. I felt the pressure building, and finally I came, gasping for air. I slowly pulled my fingers out of myself and got up, stepping into the shower. I sighed. I didn’t know if I would be able to stop myself from jumping on him next time that happened.
Niall’s POV
As soon as she was out of sight I got up from the couch and raced to the bathroom. I had to take care of Little Nialler before she came back and he got worse. There was one just past the kitchen, so I went in and locked the door. I pulled my pants down and my dick sprung up and hit me in the stomach. I groaned as I felt the air on it. It had been crushed by my boxers and had been requiring attention for a while. I saw a bit of pre-cum on the head, so using my thumb I spread it around, lubricating it. I slowly pumped the shaft back and forth. I picked up speed and grabbed a tissue, knowing I would need it soon. I felt the familiar pressure building and I came into the tissue. I felt myself slowly deflate and I threw the tissue away, making sure it was well-wrapped up. I pulled my boxers and pants up and walked back into the living room, feeling much better.
8/19/13