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FIGHTING WITH NIAL
"All you do is control me!" Niall shouts at me.
“Control you? Yah fucking right! If anything you control me!? Not letting me leave the house, not letting me hang out with my friends!” I spat back.
Niall and I were fighting again. The counselor said that we take our stress out on each other. That was completely understandable. The only emotions that we showed this entire week was stress and anger towards each other. We went to the counselor every other Friday. But back to reality.
"You know what, fuck you I’m out of here," I shout and slam the front door behind me.
“Good I didn’t want you here any way,” he says too late for me to hear.
In my car I drive to my mom’s house. I open the door like I would my own house.
“Mother! Niall is an asshole!” I shout letting her know me and Niall were fighting.
“What?” she says from the bathroom.
“Shitface is an assface!” I say.
“Y/N! Don’t use that language around me it’s ugly,” she say in a stern voice.
“Aha sorry mom,” “Niall just sucks.” I say disappointed.
“Well if you love him and you want things to get better you need to go to him and work it out, you need to be strong and not run away from your problems,” mom was always the wise one. She always knew what to say and was never negative. She couldn’t say anything bad about anyone, no matter how bad they were.
“No,” I say with attitude.
“Yes you are, if you really like this boy you will not just sit here and whine about him to me, because if you want to whine go somewhere else,” she replies in a calm tone. I knew she was right. I do like Niall actually i may even love him. I am going to work this out with him.
“Hey can we talk,” I text.
“Yes, meet me at the house,” he texts back immediately.
"Okay mom I’m going, love you," I say standing up from the couch grabbing my car keys from the coffee table.
“Love you be safe,” she replies waving me goodbye.
I drive down back the road I had just flew out of awhile ago. I take cautious steps to the door and finally walk in to the house we shared. Suddenly Niall’s lips our pressed to mine and his hands travel to my lower back.
“Im sorry, Im so sorry,” he says between kisses.
“Me too oh me too,” I say also between kisses.
We make our way to the bedroom and he sets me on the bed. Now hovering above me his hot breath breaths on my neck as he kisses below my ear.
“I hate fighting babe, I hate it,” he whispers in my ear.
“I know, I hate it,” I nod.
He slides off my bottom half of clothing and only removes his pants. He just takes off my shirt leaving me only in a sports bra. I take off his shirt and slide my tongue across his chest and up to his neck. I wander there until I start for his low abdomen. He moans as I get dangerously close to his member. I grip the waistband of his calvin klein boxer briefs with my teeth and let them snap back on his skin. He moans louder getting a handful of my hair and gently using it to bring my head back to his. He kisses me roughly his tongue grazing my lips. He suddenly thrusts into me without warning.
“Oh!” I moan not knowing what else to say from the soon wild feeling I was experiencing.
“I need you so bad!” he grunts. He continues moaning his thrusts getting deeper and stronger. A bead of sweat drops off his forehead. I rub his face looking into his eyes. His face was scrunched up. He was so hot when he looked like he was working hard. I run my fingers through his damp blonde hair. He kisses me and bites my lip. His arms flex as he gets his high.
“Niall!” i shout signaling him I hitting my peak
“Y/N!” he repeats.
I hit it. Hard. I scream his name at the top of my lungs. He grunts deeply as he finishes.
“No more fighting,” i say
“Well if we have this kind of makeup sex, I’m gonna fight with you every night,” he laughs jokingly.
“deal,” i say right before I kiss his lips.
“Control you? Yah fucking right! If anything you control me!? Not letting me leave the house, not letting me hang out with my friends!” I spat back.
Niall and I were fighting again. The counselor said that we take our stress out on each other. That was completely understandable. The only emotions that we showed this entire week was stress and anger towards each other. We went to the counselor every other Friday. But back to reality.
"You know what, fuck you I’m out of here," I shout and slam the front door behind me.
“Good I didn’t want you here any way,” he says too late for me to hear.
In my car I drive to my mom’s house. I open the door like I would my own house.
“Mother! Niall is an asshole!” I shout letting her know me and Niall were fighting.
“What?” she says from the bathroom.
“Shitface is an assface!” I say.
“Y/N! Don’t use that language around me it’s ugly,” she say in a stern voice.
“Aha sorry mom,” “Niall just sucks.” I say disappointed.
“Well if you love him and you want things to get better you need to go to him and work it out, you need to be strong and not run away from your problems,” mom was always the wise one. She always knew what to say and was never negative. She couldn’t say anything bad about anyone, no matter how bad they were.
“No,” I say with attitude.
“Yes you are, if you really like this boy you will not just sit here and whine about him to me, because if you want to whine go somewhere else,” she replies in a calm tone. I knew she was right. I do like Niall actually i may even love him. I am going to work this out with him.
“Hey can we talk,” I text.
“Yes, meet me at the house,” he texts back immediately.
"Okay mom I’m going, love you," I say standing up from the couch grabbing my car keys from the coffee table.
“Love you be safe,” she replies waving me goodbye.
I drive down back the road I had just flew out of awhile ago. I take cautious steps to the door and finally walk in to the house we shared. Suddenly Niall’s lips our pressed to mine and his hands travel to my lower back.
“Im sorry, Im so sorry,” he says between kisses.
“Me too oh me too,” I say also between kisses.
We make our way to the bedroom and he sets me on the bed. Now hovering above me his hot breath breaths on my neck as he kisses below my ear.
“I hate fighting babe, I hate it,” he whispers in my ear.
“I know, I hate it,” I nod.
He slides off my bottom half of clothing and only removes his pants. He just takes off my shirt leaving me only in a sports bra. I take off his shirt and slide my tongue across his chest and up to his neck. I wander there until I start for his low abdomen. He moans as I get dangerously close to his member. I grip the waistband of his calvin klein boxer briefs with my teeth and let them snap back on his skin. He moans louder getting a handful of my hair and gently using it to bring my head back to his. He kisses me roughly his tongue grazing my lips. He suddenly thrusts into me without warning.
“Oh!” I moan not knowing what else to say from the soon wild feeling I was experiencing.
“I need you so bad!” he grunts. He continues moaning his thrusts getting deeper and stronger. A bead of sweat drops off his forehead. I rub his face looking into his eyes. His face was scrunched up. He was so hot when he looked like he was working hard. I run my fingers through his damp blonde hair. He kisses me and bites my lip. His arms flex as he gets his high.
“Niall!” i shout signaling him I hitting my peak
“Y/N!” he repeats.
I hit it. Hard. I scream his name at the top of my lungs. He grunts deeply as he finishes.
“No more fighting,” i say
“Well if we have this kind of makeup sex, I’m gonna fight with you every night,” he laughs jokingly.
“deal,” i say right before I kiss his lips.
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9/25/16