First Day Of My Life

Niall parted his lips from mine and I fell forward, expectant of his lips to catch mine and not wanting this kiss to end. When his lips didn't find mine, I opened my eyes to see his beautiful blues shining back at me.

"So…" He grinned, running his hand through his perfect blond hair.

My cheeks went hot, I felt like the redness was showing through all my makeup.

"So…." I replied.

He leaned over me and told the bartender that we wanted to two Guinness's. His cologne filled my nose with notes of citrus and musk. The room felt like it was floating, stuck in this exact moment for ages. I felt his hand low on my hip, his finger tips pulling at the fabric of my dress. My breathing was heavy, unsteady as all hell. What is he doing to me?

Niall handed me a beer and lead me to me to a table near the stage. They were doing karaoke tonight instead of dueling pianos and there was a long list of people ready to belt out their favorite tunes. I knew that we would be in for a long night of country music and blue grass melodies. I took a sip of my beer as a middle aged man took the stage, the clunk of his heavy boots on the wooden set. A familiar chord started playing over the loud speakers.

I could hear a chuckle in my left. The singer started softly singing the first few notes of Friends in Low Places. Niall tapped his fingers on the table, mimicking the chords of the Garth Brooks song.

"Ireland, you should go up there are sing something. Do it for the people." I smirk at him.

"Only if you come up with me." He winks.

"I do not sing. Hence, I am the photographer on your tour and not the opening act."

"I know, you get paid to look at me all day." His right hand hovered over my thigh.

"It's a daunting task, but I suppose someone has to do it." I took a large gulp of beer.

The weight of his hand on my thigh sent me over the edge. I felt all the little hairs stand up on the back of my neck and it was suddenly cold in this crowded bar. I drowned my feelings with another swallow of the dark beer.

"Let's sing a song together." Niall grinned.

"Ireland, there is no way you're getting me up on that stage."

"We'll see."

I swallowed the last of my beer and before I set the glass on the table, Niall was up and heading to the bar. My phone vibrated in my jacket pocket. I pulled out my phone to take a look at who was texting me; It was Liam.

Notes

Sorry it's been ages, I suck.
I tried logging in the past couple months, but it never let me in. Not sure what's up with that.
Please enjoy this new chapter.
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