This is the best dream ever. How do I know it’s a dream, you ask? Because Niall is still in my bed and it’s morning time and I’m pretty sure I just heard him call me his girlfriend. I’m just about to kiss him when the phone buzzes and my Niall filled bed fades away into my actual empty bed. I groan and roll over my hand outstretched and reaching. What a way to wake up. My fingers curl around it and I smile because even though he’s not in my bed, he is on my phone. I stretch and sigh as I open this early morning text.

‘Morning, sunshine ! Ready for tonight ? It’s gonna be fun !’

The fact that he can never spell 'gonna’ correctly makes me chuckle as does his inability to use punctuation correctly. He does all these stupid little things that I find absolutely endearing. It will someday kill me, I sure of it. I’m smiling as I type out a response to him.

'Why are you up so early?’

His next text makes me laugh out loud.

'It’s a big day ! Why aren’t you excited ? Be excited !’

I’m about to answer him, but my phone rings with him on the line instead.

My voice is full of laughter as I say, “Hello?”

“What are ya playing at, Harps? I know yer excited! Remember, I was there when ya opened the tickets…” His voice trails off as if he’s distracted.

“Niall, of course I’m excited but it is 7:30 in the morning and I did just wake up. From a pretty great dream I might add. Which you interrupted.”

His voice is full of cocky grin. I can hear it in his words. “Oh yea, was it about me? Were ya dreamin’ about me, sunshine?”

I lie through my teeth. “As much as you wish my brain did nothing but think of you sometimes it finds other sources of entertainment.”

Yeah, right. My brain has been in Niall mode every second of every day since the day I met him.

It’s quite annoying really.

Niall gets quiet for a second and I think I’ve offended him, but then I realize he’s just around other people and probably not paying great attention to my words. He is easily distracted sometimes like a dog who sees a squirrel. But before I can say anything else, he’s back. "I’m excited to see you tonight. I think you’re gonna look beautiful.“ I hear someone call his name in the background. "I gotta go, babe. I’m sending a car for you tonight.” I open my mouth to argue he doesn’t have to do that, but he knows me well, it seems. “Don’t argue. It’ll be at your place tonight at 4:30. Dinners at 5:30 and the show actually starts at 7. Can’t wait to see ya! I’ll talk to you later.”

A second later and he is gone. I set my phone down and lay back on my pillows, exhaling a soft murmur of contentment. What a day this is going to be. I glance over at my dress hanging from a hook outside my closet. I want to look so good tonight. I want to look perfect. I want Niall to see me and I want his mouth to water. I’m not sure if that’s possible, but I’m sure as hell going to try. I lay in bed for a while longer just thinking about all that is going to happen tonight. I have no idea what it’s going to be like seeing Niall in his element, but I am filled with anticipation. I sigh to myself and sit up in bed, throwing the covers off. Time for the first step, a shower.

For some reason this feels just like that first night that Niall came over. My whole body is buzzing with a combination of trepidation and excitement. Just like that night everything on me is buffed, smoothed and polished by the end of my shower. I step out to the sound of my doorbell and since I know it’s Lily, I answer it wrapped only in my towel. She pushes passed me, arms laden with bags containing god knows what and walks into my bedroom where she deposits most of them on my unmade bed. I follow her in and stand with an incredulous look on my face.

“Did you bring everything in your bathroom, Lily?”

She shrugs and starts pulling things out. “If I am going to be in the same vicinity as a shit ton of celebrities I am going to look fucking amazing while I’m doing it.”

I look over and see her dress is hanging next to mine. It took us two days to find something that she actually wanted to wear. Who knew that one girl could be so incredibly picky when it came to a dress? But we found the perfect one in the end. The moment she pulled the silky white fabric over her body, her entire face lit up so I made her buy it. She had to. There was no way I was going to have her drag me to any more stores, not after this one was so obviously perfect for her. I look back over at Lily where she is now unloading box after box of makeup and hair products. It looks as if she’s brought the entire contents of a pharmacy with her.

“Did you rob a Boots on the way to my house?”

She gives me a side eye look before rolling her eyes. “If you don’t want my expertise on looking fabulous then just say so.”

I put my hands up. “Oh no! I’m gonna need you to make me drop dead gorgeous. How else will I compete with dolled up famous people?”

Lily walks over to me and sets her hands on my shoulders, looking at me seriously. It’s as if she can see directly into my soul sometimes because she says, “Niall will look at you as if you are the only girl in the room.”

I blush and attempt to brush aside her comment with a hollow nervous laugh. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Her hands don’t move from my shoulders. “If he doesn’t see you for the amazing girl that you are he doesn’t deserve you. Remember that.” I stare down at my feet trying not to let my emotions show, but thankfully she abruptly changes the subject. “Okay, if I’m gonna make it through this day I’m gonna need some wine.”

I start to laugh, “Wine? It’s only 9 am.”

She shrugs and continues her unloading, “…and your point is?”

I shake my head and walk out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen. I may have been expecting this from her. I walk back into the room carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “I may have been prepared for this request but with something slightly more appropriate than wine.”

Lily grins at me. “Wow! I’m impressed! I think that boy might be rubbing off on you.” I grin and open my mouth to speak, but she holds up her hand and stops me with a roll of her eyes. “No. No terrible puns about him rubbing off on you. Stop that thought right now.”

I smile ruefully at her and whine, “Oh come on. He’s so good at it though.”

She makes a disgusted face and a gagging sound in the back of her throat, shaking her head as if she can shake away the picture in her mind. I just snort and start to open the bottle. I pop the cork and pour two glasses, handing one to her. I clink the edge of my glass to hers and smile, toasting the day ahead.

“To a great night…”

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I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. I smooth my hands down the sleek black fabric of my dress and my chest blooms with eagerness for tonight. Lily spent hours on me. She did my hair, leaving it long and flowing down my back in soft curls and my makeup, with which she made me look flawless. Even though I still look like myself, I feel like something much more than beautiful. I let out a shaky breath as Lily walks into the room, completely decked out and looking to die for.

“You ready to go? You said he was sending a car at 4:30 right? Because it’s almost time.” Her eyes flick over my clearly nervous countenance. “It’s going to be fine, Harpy, I promise. Anyway, if it’s not, then we’ll just get drunk on free booze and make fools of ourselves.”

The use of my nickname from her and her solution makes me smile. She always knows just what to say to make me forget my nerves, but the door buzzes and they start to jump all over the place again. I shake myself, trying to get the nerves out and let out a deep breathe.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

The car ride there is actually pretty easy going. I am slightly overwhelmed when we pull up to a stop at the entrance of the O2 but Lily takes my hand and walks us confidently towards the building. Even as camera’s flash all around us, she keeps her head held high and only pauses for a moment to whisper in my ear.

“You are here because Niall Horan, a member of one of the biggest boy bands in the history of boy bands, invited you to be here. Now act like you have a fucking gold plated vagina and smile goddammit. Make him remember why he keeps coming back.” I actually start laughing pretty hard and she winks at me. “Much better.”

We are shown to our table by a handsome usher and he pulls out our seats for us. It’s decked out in fancy china and crystal. There are a couple people already seated with us that we don’t recognize so we take a moment and introduce ourselves. I say we are guests of one of the artists, but I don’t divulge a name and they don’t question it. People are still filing in bit by bit from the red carpet and Lily and I sit and watch with rapt attention. I’m secretly waiting for the moment my eyes land on Niall because I know it will be one of my favorite parts of the night.
Lily leans over and giggles. “People watching should always include celebrities, don’t you think? Makes it so much more fun.”

I nod emphatically as a waiter comes over and offers us some champagne. Never ones to turn down free alcohol, we both accept. Lily takes one look at the label on the bottle as the waiter pours and her eyebrows raise so high I’m thinking they might just jump off her forehead. Once he moves around the table, filling everyone’s glasses, she takes a sip.

“Wow…” She twirls her glass in her hand and the light glints off the bubbly golden liquid. “This is some pretty fancy shit right here.”

I nervously look around the table in hopes that the others didn’t hear her. I whisper loudly at her, “Lily! Reign it in! Please, I’m begging you, don’t embarrass me.”

Lily laughs and bops me on my nose. “Calm down, my love. I would never embarrass you. Not on purpose. But we are going to have some fun while we are surrounded by all this
swankiness.” She holds her glass up to me. “Cheers, Harper. To an unforgettable night.”

I clink my glass to hers and take a sip. The cold sweet taste of the champagne fills my belly and I hum happily. I take another sip and look over the edge of my glass, around the room and that’s when I see him. My breath catches in my chest and I set my glass down, silently watching him.

He looks amazing. I knew he would but seeing it right in front of me is making every nerve ending in my body jumpy. He’s smiling, saying hello to people he’s passing, completely and utterly in his element. I can’t help but smile. I feel this sense of pride well up in my chest. Even though he may not officially be mine, it still feels like he is. That’s how my heart feels. He looks so fantastic tonight, a classic combination of casual and dressy, his exact style. His blonde hair is messy, but obviously styled that way purposely, with a few loose, perfectly placed strands drifting low over his forehead. His black suit jacket is fitted tight to his lean body and trimmed in leather, a perfect detail for the rockstar in him. A white button up is beneath it, laying open at the chest with the top buttons undone so that just the right amount of hair peeks out. He knows how much everyone loves it and he flaunts it on purpose. I know this because we’ve talked about it before. He’s a little shit like that. My eyes continue their descent down his body and I subconsciously lick my lips. A pair of tight black trousers rests perfectly over a pair of black patent Chelsea boots. I swallow hard. He looks better than I could’ve ever imagined. Almost as if he knows I’m watching him, his head raises and his eyes search the room. They flick past me and I watch as he does a double take straight back to me. He looks surprised when his eyes finally lock with mine. One eyebrow quirks up and a small grin lights his face. My whole body flushes with the praise I can see in written in his expression. He licks his lips and nods his head once before returning to his conversation.

Lily’s voice brings me back to my surroundings, “I see you found prince charming.” She looks over at Niall and the rest of the boys as they all take their seats at a table further up from us. Her jaw drops open a little bit. “Good god. Do they always look like that?”

I chuckle, “Like what?”

“Like you want to rip your clothes off and serve yourself on a platter to them?” My head drops back and laughter spills out of my mouth. “Don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious! How do woman even function around them? They are like exuding sex and all they are just sitting there!”

I try to calm my giggles so that I can speak. “Welcome to my world, Lily! Now you know how I feel every time I open my door and he’s just leaning against the frame with that cocky smile on his face.”

She puts her hand on my shoulder, shaking her head is commiseration, “I’m so sorry.”

I nod solemnly, “Thank you.”

I feel my phone vibrate from inside my bag and I pull it out quickly. I blush when I see that it’s Niall. When I open it and read what he’s said I blush harder.

'I felt my mouth water when I saw you tonight.’

Two seconds later, another one pops up.

'I’m gonna to have so much fun taking that dress off of ya tonight too.’

I look up to where I know he’s sitting and he’s already staring right at me. My face turns crimson and he winks holding up a glass of champagne in my direction. He tilts is at me and takes a sip before turning back to his table.

Now I’m seriously looking forward to tonight.

Dinner is served a short time later and the air is filled with the sounds of clinking silverware on china. The place is positively buzzing with energy and I feel like I can barely eat, but I manage due in part by how amazing everything tastes. Once the show starts I feel like I can’t stop watching Niall. His reactions to everything are exactly how I always see him, but it’s so lovely to know that he’s the same no matter what and no matter where. There is no real act going on when he’s in public, maybe he’s a little more guarded but that’s about it. Every smile, every laugh, every smirk and wink is him being himself.

About halfway through the show Lily leans over to me and whispers in my ear, “Can I have him please?”

I turn to her surprised. “Who?”

She points over towards where Niall is sitting, laughing at something Louis has just said. “That one. The cute one. Next to Niall. What’s his name? Lewis or something?”

I grin, “Louis? You want Louis?” She nods. “Ummm. I think this is when I remind you that you have a boyfriend.”

She looks disgruntled, “Dammit. I knew there was something wrong with my plan.”

As the night begins to die down, I feel like I’m still riding on a wave of excitement. Perhaps it’s the expensive champagne I’ve been consuming or maybe it’s the fact that Niall keeps sending me promises of all the dirty things he wants to do to me later. Either way I’m giggly and happy. When the show finally ends Niall somehow catches my eyes and gives me a small wink and a nod as a goodbye and my belly fills with warmth.

I’m so gone for this man and I really don’t want to admit it to myself.

I follow Lily tipsily back to where our driver is waiting for us. We both almost tumble into each other as we climb in the back seat. He only laughs quietly as he shuts our door and settles himself into the driver’s seat. He heads off towards Lily’s flat and I lean my head back on the seat, letting it lull in her direction.

My face is plastered with the happiest smile. I must look so silly right now but I don’t even care.

“I had so much fun tonight.”

She laughs from beside me, “So did I. I hate to say it, but I’m kinda starting to like the stupid Irish asshole.”

Her proclamation makes me giggle, “I’ll make sure to tell him that all he needs to do is ply you with expensive champagne and dangle Louis in front of your face to be put in your good graces. He’ll be happy to know it’s so easy.”

Lily dropped her back, laughing. “God, I did say that, didn’t I? Oops. It’s true, though. I may be dating whatshisface but I will be happy to entertain Louis for a little bit.”

I actually snort at her words, “Whatshisface. Oh my god. I’m gonna lose it.”

She shrugs. “What? He’s cute. I can’t help it. Now I know how you feel.”

I exhale softly, turning to the window watching the bright city lights flash past us. She thinks she knows how I feel, but she honestly has no idea. Niall does things to me that I don’t even want to admit to myself because I know the moment I do, something will go wrong and I don’t want to risk it. Luckily, Lily distracts me from this train of thought with a loud hiccup followed by a giggle.

“Can you believe that we were just at the fucking Brit awards? Like what the hell? Remind me to thank that boyfriend of yours.”

I snort at her terminology, “Yeah. I don’t think he’s my boyfriend.”

Lily is drunk enough to be really truthful with me without fear of hurting my feelings so she lets me have it. “If that dickhead doesn’t consider you his girlfriend then he is the biggest idiot I’ve ever seen in my life.” She puts her hand to my face as we pull up to her apartment. “God, I hope that I’m wrong about him.”

I give her a soft smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go get in bed. Sleep off all that expensive champagne.”

She scrunches up her nose in a smile. “I’m gonna sleep like a motherfucking baby.” She starts to climb out of the car but turns back. “Ya know that never made sense to me. Babies are shitty sleepers. They wake up all the fucking time.”

She starts laughing at her own observation and I just shake my head ruefully, “Goodnight, Lily.”

She puckers her lips and makes kissy noises, “Goodnight, Harpy. I hope you get laid.”

She winks at me as the driver shuts the door and then climbs back inside. We pull away and I settle myself in for the trip home. I watch the streets fly by through the tinted window until it finally occurs to me that we are going in the opposite direction of my flat. Anxiety starts to fill my belly. What should I do? Ask? Yes, I’ll just ask.

I clear my throat softly, “Um, excuse me, I think you’re going the wrong way. My flat is the other direction.”

The driver smiles back at me through the rearview mirror, “Oh, I’m sorry, miss. Mr. Horan gave me strict instructions to pick up him after your friend had been dropped off. We are currently heading to his location.”

I smile to myself, delighted with this unexpected turn of events. I thought he’d come over to my place when he was done, but I didn’t know he’d planned on riding with me. Excited is an understatement for how I feel right now. My belly is full of butterflies like I’m about to go on a first date. I grin and turn my attention back to the window, antsy to be wherever we are going. As we pass by the nightlife of London it hits me that Niall and I have never really been out on a date. Ever. We haven’t even been out. Forget the date. He’s never asked me to go anywhere with him. He always just comes over to my place. I guess in the back of my mind, I’ve always known that this was the case, but it stings a little right now.

He’s always so back and forth with the way he treats me. Never spending the night, but calling me to say good morning. Every time he calls me sunshine, it makes my heart beat faster because he says it with a hint of affection in his voice. I can’t decide what Niall and I are and it’s starting to drive me crazy. Everything comes from the fact that he obviously doesn’t know what he wants with me. I let out a deep breath. Tonight is not the night for these thoughts though. Tonight is a night to celebrate and have fun. Time to stop thinking like this.

We slow to a stop outside a large nightclub and it’s only a few minutes before I see Niall’s sleek frame weaving through the crowd. He keeps a stoic face as he passes several cameras and makes his way to the car. I slide over in my seat to make room for him as he opens the door and slips in without letting anyone see inside. Sneaky man this one is.

He settles himself beside me and the car takes off again. His eyes lock with mine and he grabs my hand, pulling me across the seat until my body is pressed to his. “Ya looked beautiful tonight, Harper. Prettiest girl there. Easily.”

My chest expands with pride and I smile, my face blushing, “Thank you, Niall. You looked pretty amazing yourself.”

I smooth my right hand down the lapels of his jacket and trace over the leather detail. His breath hitches slightly when I press my hand underneath and feel the soft white cotton of his button down under my fingertips. His right hand drifts over to the exposed skin of my thigh and it feels like his fingers are made of flames. I have been aching for him to touch me all night and I’m burning with it now. Watching him across the room felt like it could kill me. All I wanted was to stand up and walk over to him and kiss him.

It’s as if he can read my thoughts at this very moment, “I wanted to kiss ya all night, sunshine. Kept glancing back at ya and wishing that I could just get up in the middle of everything and kiss ya so hard that I took yer breath away.”

I smile softly at him and lick my lips, “Well, there’s nothing stopping you now.”

A wide smile covers his face and he lets out a soft chuckle, “You’re right about that.” He starts to lean into me and I close my eyes, trying to prepare myself for what I’ve been craving all night, but I open them when I hear his voice calling up to the driver, “Change of plans. Take us back to my place.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the driver just nods and makes a turn at the next street, “Your place? You’ve never had me over to your place before.”

Niall just smiles and acts as if he has no idea that that is the case. But I know he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “I haven’t? Are you sure?”

I nod.

He turns his body to face mine and leans forward, pushing my hair away from my neck, settling his face close to my ear. His breath caresses my skin with warmth and sends chills down my spine. "The truth is I want to see what that dress looks like in a pile on my bedroom floor.“

His left hand takes the place of his other on my thigh and starts to slowly make its way up my skirt. His lips attach to my neck and he sucks hard just as his fingers find the apex of my legs.

They press into the lacy fabric of my panties as his lips explore my neck. I suck in a breath through my teeth and clench my legs together trying to stop the exploration of his fingers. He smiles before nipping at my neck, then my jaw, until finally his lips are on mine. We kiss, our mouths colliding in an intense flurry of need and pent up lust. Even though I don’t want to let him touch me so intimately while someone is watching, my legs open to him on their own accord and he hums appreciatively in the back of his throat as his tongue swipes over mine. He pulls away for only a second, nipping at my earlobe and whispering to me, “Such a good girl, sunshine. Let me touch ya. Let me make you feel good.”

I open my legs wider and I can feel him smile against my neck.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he slides a finger into my already soaked panties. He slides his finger through my wetness, exploring as if he doesn’t already know me inside and out. “Jesus, Harper, I will never get over how wet ya get from a few fucking words.”

My whole body flushes and a new rush of dampness floods me at the sound of his rough, lust filled voice. His finger is about to dip inside but he stills at the sound of a throat being cleared.

“We’ve arrived, sir.”

Niall’s voice is slightly off balance as he answers, “Ah, thanks. Must not have been paying close attention.”

“Completely understandable,” The driver says with a small smile and a glint in his eye.

A moment later the door is being held open and Niall is climbing out of the car then holding a hand out to me. I slide across the seat, a solid mixture of nerves and desire rolling in my belly.

This is new territory for us. I stand for a moment taking in my surroundings. We’ve come in through a large security gate that is closing as we stand here. I turn to the house and I’m slightly impressed by how normal it looks. It’s not fancy in the sense that it is ostentatious. It is just a nice home. One that could belong to anyone and not just the multimillionaire 20-something standing behind me. I’m a little scared of the unfamiliarity of it all but all of that vanishes the moment I feel Niall’s hand press to my lower back. It’s like his touch is a blanket of warmth and security on my tension, soothing me and calming me. As the gate opens, letting the car pull away, he leads me into his house, stopping at his door for only a moment where he presses a needy kiss to my lips.

That one kiss makes the butterflies in my stomach feel like a swarm. This feels like the first time all over again. How is that possible? His hands are in my hair, his lips are claiming mine and before I know it we are inside his house and I’m pressed against the wall of his foyer. He pulls back slightly, his hands still tangled in my hair and looks at me. “Harper, you are fucking incredible, do ya know that?”

I blush, “I didn’t…”

He presses soft seeking kisses along my neck and jaw, “Well, ya are. Never met a girl that could make me hard just from thinking about the noises she makes when I touch her.” His hand had been making its way from my hair to my skirt while he spoke and now his fingers were searching for a place to touch. They glide into my panties and swipe up my slit, gathering my arousal on them. It feels heavenly and I let out a soft strangled moan. “Yes, just like that. That fucking sound is in me head all the time. I wake up with your sex noises playing in my ears like music. That’s what they are, sunshine, sweet sweet music.” His fingers dig into my slippery swollen flesh and it feels like my whole body clenches around them. It tries to drag him in farther.

He obliges and pushes them in deeper, stroking along my front wall with those rough calloused tips and I cry out, “Oh god, Niall.”

“I love when you say my name and your voice is so needy like that.” He strokes a few more time and I feel my legs growing weaker but his other arm wraps around me, holding me to his chest. “I’m gonna have you screaming it in a moment.” I didn’t expect to come so easily but I can feel it building in my belly. My breathing gets faster and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders hold on for dear life as he pulls me closer to the edge with each drag of his fingers inside me.

“Let go for me, sunshine. I wanna feel you come all over me fingers.”

Suddenly I can’t hold myself up any longer as his words rip my orgasm from me. My walls clench around him and I soak his fingers in wave after wave of arousal. My entire body feels heavy and drained as he slowly brings me down. His arm still locked around me, supporting me, while he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.

“Ya always taste so good too. I want this taste on my lips every day.” One last lick and he swoops his hand under my legs and cradles me in his arms. I start to protest but he shoots me a look. “Do I need to throw ya over my shoulder like I’ve done before?”

The memory of that and my high from coming so quickly makes me giggle loudly.

“I didn’t think ye’d want that.” He starts to walk through his house with a specific goal in mind, his bedroom. “Are ya excited to be fucked in my bed, sunshine? Because I know I’m excited t’ fuck ya in it. Been wanting to for a while now.”

He pushes the door open with his foot and sets me down on the floor, making sure I’m steady on my feet before he lets me go. Then he starts to slowly peel off his dress clothes, piece by piece while I watch. He hangs the jacket in his closet but tosses the dress shirt to the floor. My fingertips start to tingle with the urge to touch him, his chest heaving slightly from our playtime in the hall. He pulls his boots off, putting them away and appears before me sockless with his pants undone and hanging from his hips. I swallow hard when my eyes travel down his torso and come to rest at the spot where his hair trails into his boxers, like a promise of something special.

He steps up to me and I lick my lips, raising my hand to his chest and pulling my fingers through his hair there as I find my voice, “I love this.”

He flicks up an eyebrow, “Do ya?”

I raise my other hand up and both of them touch and caress his chest. “I do. I don’t understand it most of the time because I don’t like chest hair but I love yours.”

As I touch him, he adopts a cocky stance to match the look on his face, “Yeah, sunshine, what else do you love?”

I sink my hands lower, feeling the heat of him against my palms. “I love the way your belly caves in when I touch it because you’re ticklish.” As if on cue, he does it and a smile lights his face. I move my hands to his back and explore. “I love the way your back muscles move under my hands when you push inside me.” I bring my hands back to his front, pushing his pants to the floor where he steps out of them and I slip inside his boxers, wrapping my small hand around his hard length. “And I love the feeling of you filling me up. I want to feel that. Right now. Will you do that for me? Fill me?”

He growls low in his throat, pulling my hand from his boxers and stripping them off so that he springs free. His own hands move to the zipper at the back of my dress, slowly undoing it. It falls to the floor in a puddle at my feet. Next he tosses my bra over his shoulder and then slips my panties down my legs. He leans in and kisses me, his mouth claiming mine for his own in passionate kisses. Soon I’m laying back on his bed and he’s hovering over me, an unreadable look on his face. It’s like he’s seeing me in an entirely different light, like his eyes are finally opening.

Looking down on me, he holds himself up with one arm and smooths a bit of hair from my face. “Harper, you’re beautiful.” My cheeks turn pink and he smiles. “Even more so when you do that.”
I can feel emotions that I don’t want to be having welling up in my chest. I am laying in this man’s bed while he settles himself between my legs and tells me things that I long to hear. It’s slightly too much for me and I try to tamp the unwelcome feelings back down again but my heart is racing and doesn’t care for my brain’s logic right now. All it wants is to hear Niall say sweet and lovely things to me.

I look down between our bodies and watch as he lines himself up with me. But instead of slamming into me like normal, he looks back up at me face. He watches me as he slowly slides into me, stretching me, filling me with all that he has to give. He’s suddenly aware of every little change in my expression, every little nuance of my body and he moves in a way I’ve never felt from him before. He’s steady, deliberate. He dips his hips and touches that special spot on my front wall and my body arches off the bed. He slips his arm beneath me and holds me to him as we move together. My legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into his hips, trying to push him deeper. He lowers his hold down from my waist and raises my hips from the bed and
suddenly I can feel him everywhere.

“Oh my god…Niall…” My breathing is coming quickly, matching with his every lungful.

His head lowers to my neck and his lips suck and nip as he kisses his way up to my ear. His voice is soft in the quiet room but strained with his lovemaking. Niall seems adrift in the moment. “You feel amazing, Harper. When I’m inside you it feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s only me and you.”

My hands sink into the sweat curled hair at the nape of his neck and I guide his mouth to mine. I kiss him with everything I have, lost in the feeling of us. My tongue slips and slides with his as his hips thrust into me. I can feel my body starting to climb again. Chasing that feeling. That rush. I meet his every movement with my own and before I can take another breath, I’m right at the edge. One last press deep inside and suddenly I’m falling all over again, except this time Niall is holding me, pressing me to his body and I can feel him shuddering inside me as my body milks his orgasm from him at the same time. My cries are suffocated by his mouth as he sucks the air from my lungs with a deep kiss. His motions come slower as we both ride out our highs until finally he stills inside me. He lays my body back down and I try to catch my breath as I look up into his clear blue eyes that are filled with so much tenderness, I can’t think straight. It’s like everything that he’s feeling is sitting just behind that blue and I can almost see it all but not quite. He finally tears his eyes from mine and collapses on the pillows next to me.

“That was incredible…,” He says breathlessly.

I let out a shaky exhale, “Uh huh…more than.”

He leans up and pulls back the covers for me to slide under. His sheets are cool, crisp and soft against my skin and he quickly joins me, pulling me to his chest.

He kisses me softly before whispering against my lips, “Thank you for being there tonight. It meant a lot seeing you there. Even if you couldn’t be with me.”

I don’t know what else to say other than, “You’re welcome..”

He lays his head back and I cuddle into his chest. I listen while his breathing slows, his heartbeat following suit soon after. I can feel him start to relax into sleep but my mind is wide awake, thinking.

I roll over and curl up on my side and I feel Niall roll with me, wrapping his body around mine. This feels nice. It feels natural, like how it’s supposed to be between us. But this has never been the norm. What is going to happen with us? This definitely felt different than before and now I’m a little worried. I know what my heart says even while my brain screams for it to stop. I don’t want to fall in love with this man because I am certain it will end in heart break. I lay there thinking for a while longer. I try to tell myself to go to sleep but sleep won’t come. Blessed are the overthinkers and insomniacs of the world it seems.

Niall stirs behind me and his voice is groggy with sleep, “Harper, turn your brain off and go to sleep. Yer thinking so loud it woke me up.”

I snuggle into him more and close my eyes but it’s not working. He obviously can tell because he utters, “Fuck it.” The next thing I know he’s pulling the covers from me, rolls me onto my back, moving down my body before settling his head between my legs. He gazes up at me with a serious look, “If you can’t do it, I’ll turn it off for you.”

After that my mind went blissfully blank.

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