Megan | 20
I want to gag on Niall's cock
I awoke the next morning wrapped in Niall’s arm; his chest was against my back, his one arm under the pillow my head was resting on and his other hand resting on my hip. I could feel his breath on my neck; it was slow and calm telling me without looking back that he was still asleep. My shirt had risen, so it lay on the middle of my stomach exposing me to Niall, making me feel vulnerable. I went to tug his shirt down which only raised Niall from his slumber. He lifted his hands from me rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn as I continued to pull my shirt down; I turned to face him letting a whimper pass my lips as my butt hit the mattress, forgetting what had happened last night for a second. Niall looked shocked at me for a second forgetting he had let me spend the night and then once again remembering, just as I had done about the spanking my rear end had endured. I pulled Niall’s cover over me trying to hide what I looked like in the morning from him as I dug my head into his chest. “Why are you covering yourself up,” Niall questioned me as I felt him tuck a few loose strands of my hair behind my ear. I looked up at him shyly, he looked perfect even in the morning and his voice was groggy which made me even more sexually frustrated then I already was, as the ache I felt for Niall still remained in my core from last night. I traced my finger across his chest ignoring his question and he took his index finger to the bottom of my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. “Why do you hide from me,” he questioned again more persistent this time, telling me he wouldn’t stop until he got his answer. I shrugged my shoulders and escaped his finger as I dug my head into his chest again, embarrassed to admit to Niall that he made me feel vulnerable and not good enough for him. “Well you shouldn’t,” he read my mind and pecked my forehead and held me closer to him, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I might have a soft spot for you.” My head shot up looking at him wide eyed, had Niall really just said that or was I dreaming or was I somehow still drunk. “Don’t get all sappy on me now, we are still just for fun, just I wouldn’t take the shit I get from you from anyone else,” he laughed at his own comment and I giggled as I dug my head back into his chest once again knowing it was the truth. “How’s your head,” he asked me as he stroked my hair. I was so fixated on the pain in my butt cheeks I barely noticed how much my head hurt from my hangover, which was now prominent as Niall brought it up. “Pretty bad,” I rubbed my own head trying to soothe the pain that wouldn’t go away, “But nothing compared to my ass,” I giggled. Niall lifted the covers and shifted slightly so he could look behind me and survey the damage on my behind and I heard a hiss leave his lips, “I did quite a number on you, but you could have stopped me with one word.” I looked up at him giving him a glare, “How about I make it up to you by grabbing you some aspirin,” he asked me as he laughed at my pain. “Please,” I whined and Niall jumped out of bed and scampered around his room looking for the aspirin, after about five minutes of searching he recovered the small bottle and popped out two small pills passing it to me, “Water,” I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes. “You’re lucky you are so good at sucking cock,” he smirked at me and turned on his heels and headed out his door to go get me some water. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of water and unscrewed the cap for me as he passed it to me. I popped the pills into my mouth and took a large gulp of the water as I downed the pills as quickly as possible, wanting the pain relief desperately. Niall slid in next to me again taking the water bottle from me and sat it on the ground next to his bed as his arms engulfed me once again. “It actually wasn’t that bad having you spending the night after all, you were warm and smelled nice,” he laughed again, I could get used to the sound of his laughter it was so beautiful. I sat up looking down at him, “Why did you think I would be so bad in the first place,” I questioned him feeling a little insulted by the idea. “Well you could of snored, or drooled on me, or stole the blankets and don’t get all clingy now that you have spent the night, no calling and texting me every hour,” he poked my nose and as much as he was using a joking tone I knew he was being serious underneath it all. “Well don’t complain because you talk in your sleep,” I smirked at him. He blushed and placed his forehead on mine, “What did I say,” he asked me looking quite embarrassed and concerned and I didn’t quite understand why. I smiled at seeing him a little bit vulnerable, I liked this side of him, and he was quite cute like this actually. “It was just little mumbles, I could only make out a few words here and there,” he look relieved at the thought.
I lay in his arms for a while trying to let the pain settle and calm as the medication took effect in my system. My head lay against his chest and his fingers stroked my hair then down my back and stopping just before reaching the sensitive skin on my behind, then travelling back up repeating that same motion over and over again. I knew he was trying to make up for the last month and I was starting to forgive him, as I thought our “relationship” could become something new. At that moment it was just Niall and I, all the drama surrounding us was pushed out of the way and was then interrupted by a rumble deep in my stomach begging to be fed. I was so captivated by Niall and I’s moment that I had failed to realize how hungry I was. I giggled nervously and blushed, a deep red as I pushed my head deeper into his chest hoping he didn’t hear it. “Someone’s hungry,” he chuckled, I looked up at him giving him a small smile. “How about breakfast in bed,” he said raising his eyebrows suggestively and my smile fell knowing exactly what he meant and I gave him my best evil eye. “Lots of protein,” he chimed in defending his idea, as he lifted his one free hand to the side of his head claiming his innocence. “You buddy are getting nothing after last night,” I poked his chest reminding him of how he left me hanging. It was his turn to give me the evil eye this time. “What does that say about you? Niall Horan selfish lover. Niall Horan can’t satisfy a women,” I mocked him, I watched the anger build in his eyes as I threatened to tell the World. “You know none of that is true,” he snarled at me as his teeth grinded hard together. “But no one else does,” I smirked at him taunting him. “I could have had you cumming in no time,” his words were sharp and strong. “Prove it,” that was all Niall needed and there was no teasing as he dived under the sheets and drove his tongue straight into my heat. He pulled away for just a second to look up at me, “Still wet,” and the cocky smirk had returned once again. I knew he was trying to make me cum as fast as possible, but I wanted to make this last. He flicked his tongue across my clit, making me involuntarily buck my hips to meet his mouth and I bit down on my lip to hold in the moan begging to escape. As he let his wet muscle dive into me again, I threw my head back and let his name pass my lips as I begged for more and my hips wildly bucked to meet his tongue. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me down, “Stay,” he grunted which made a whimper slip my lips. As he curled his tongue inside me I fought desperately against him to buck my hips, but he made that impossible in his tight grip and he only chuckled at my attempts, sending vibrations through me only making me whimper for more. He brought his thumb to my clit and began rubbing figure eight’s on it and I fought to hold on for just a little longer. I looked down at Niall to find him smirking up at me as he watched, as he made me completely fall apart at his touch and I lost it at the sight. My orgasm rolled over me, wave after wave of pleasure as Niall continued to tongue fuck me to milk every last drop of my orgasm. I screamed his name probably waking every boy in the house, but I knew Niall would just wear it with pride later. As the final wave of my orgasm hit me, I finally relaxed against the mattress again panting heavily and feeling completely spent once again.
He kissed back up my body, I felt tender to his touch still in the aftershocks of my orgasm. I let my eyes close and enjoy the blissful heaven I was in, knowing I would be going to hell for my actions one day. He finally reached my lips pecking them sweetly. “Thanks for breakfast,” he smirked at me, while licking away at his lips at my remaining juices still lying there. I giggled and blushed at his comment and my stomach let out another growl. Niall shook his head and chuckled, “Please,” I whined. He hoped off his bed and held out his hand for me. “I’ll meet you down there,” he rolled his eyes at me and without another word he headed downstairs to the kitchen. As his door shut behind him I rose from his bed quickly looking in the mirror to fix my appearance. My hair was a mess as I pulled it out of its two pig tails from last night, I quickly brushed through it with my fingers pulling it into a messy bun and then trying to remove some of my smudged make up from my face. I then grabbed a pair of Niall’s sweats to throw on having that my panties weren’t in wearing condition at the current time. I tied Niall’s sweatpants tightly so they could hug my hips after several tries. I looked myself over in the mirror and noticed the blush on my cheeks that I wouldn’t seem to fade as Niall had made me feel like a little school girl this morning with her first crush. This was the first time since the night at the football field that I thought Niall might actually have an interest in me passed the sex. It excited me and I wanted to run down the staircase and into the kitchen into his arms, but I remember how persistent he was this morning about not getting clingy after last night.
I decided to slowly walk down the stairs and as I stood a few steps from the kitchen I could hear someone talking to Niall. “So did you get her to cave,” a boy asked him, I could vaguely recognize the voice of the mystery boy. There was no response from Niall, just the sound of the two boys hands slapping together as I assumed the response Niall had given was a physical action that I couldn’t see from my point of view. “So come on tell a brother some details. What crazy shit did you get her to do this time? Shower again, pool again, on the front lawn,” the boy was way too excited in my opinion to hear about someone else’s sexual escapades. Terror ran through me as I realized exactly what the boy had said, Niall was passing his detailed stories about me and I all of a sudden lost my appetite. “I saw her the morning after about a week ago. She was limping and everything. You must of destroyed her like the little cock slut she is,” I could hear the grin on the boy’s face from here, I was still waiting for Niall to say something, anything at all. “Don’t talk about her like that. Only I get to talk about her like that,” Niall finally spoke up and it made my heart swell and break at the same time if that was even possible. “Whoa. Sorry man,” I heard the noise of a pat and I was confused as to what was going on between the boys. “None of those fucking comments when she comes down,” Niall sneered at him. “She’s still here,” the boy yelled in shock and then lowered his voice as he continued, “Why the fuck is she still here? You let her spend the night? Niall, man why are you fucking up the most beautiful thing you have ever had? You fuck her and she leaves, any guy would kill for that situation you had and you just threw it away?” “It was only one night,” Niall tried to play it off as nothing, but I knew deep down it wasn’t or at least I hoped it wasn’t. “Niall that is how it starts, next thing you know she will have drawer in your room,” he continued to lecture Niall. “She’s not like that,” Niall almost whispered. “Breaking news, Niall is a fucking pussy,” the boy taunted him and I heard a large rustle of something. “Zayn don’t ever fucking call me that,” Niall growled at him and there was another loud bang. “Fine, but don’t go fucking soft on me,” Zayn coughed out and I assumed from that, Niall had had his hands around his throat. I waited a few minutes to enter the kitchen so Niall wouldn’t be suspicious of me hearing their conversation. As I entered the kitchen Niall sat on the counter, “You should just leave. The deal didn’t involve breakfast,” his tone of voice had gone back to being cold towards me, he barely looked at me. I could see Zayn smirking out of the corner of my eye and every part of me wanted to slap him. I played it off like it was nothing, “Fine. I’ll just grab my stuff,” I turned around quickly heading back to his room unsure if he was even following me. As I reached his room and grabbed my stuff I realized he hadn’t followed me after all and didn’t plan on it either. I walked back down the stairs and I assumed Niall was still in the kitchen, the boys thought he was pussy for opening up to me and I thought he was pussy for avoiding me after he did.
I walked home and I knew I needed to talk to Ankita, she could always make sense of these things. She could separate what the truth was and what was just going on in my head. I could already hear her answer though she would tell me, I deserved better and that he was an asshole. I kept seeing a glimpse of a Niall that he could be and that is what kept me around, I knew he wasn’t going to change for me, but I knew there was a man he could be and maybe deep down he wanted to become that man. I knew there was a chance I would die waiting for him to change, but I couldn’t get myself to leave. I unlocked my room and Ankita’s bed was empty, as per usual.
I crawled into bed pulling Niall’s shirt to my nose inhaling his scent deeply as I thought of how he cuddled me last night. I let a sigh leave my lips as I thought through last night, I always seemed to find a new problem and each one only seemed to stress me out more than the last. I felt protected in his arms, I saw a different side of him this morning, like he was willing to let his walls come down and let me in. It was like he was a total different person and to be honest I knew I could fall in love with that person. But that’s all it was, a man he could be not a man he was. I knew it all seemed too good to be true, I could tell he was just afraid to admit to Zayn that I was more than just a good fuck or maybe I was just being such a girl and over analyzing everything Niall did and said. Maybe I was picking out signs that weren’t really there, and were only there in my mind. Maybe I was doing exactly what Niall had asked me not to do and was becoming the annoying clingy girl.
I heard the door slowly creak open as Ankita snuck back in trying not to wake me, I turned to face her to let her know I was indeed awake and she didn’t need to be so quiet. “Oh you’re awake,” she was relieved and I found her in a similar state as mine, her hair in a messy bun and wearing boy’s clothing which I assumed belonged to Louis. “Worked the night shift,” I giggled at my own joke. She fell onto her bed across from me and I heard her release a sigh, but it was different from the one I had released just a few moments ago. Mine had been filled with confusion and angst whereas I could hear in her’s a story she was begging to tell in excitement. “Did you get extra credit,” she retorted and giggled just as I had done. “He let me spend the night,” I said stopping our laughter as I heard her shuffle to look at me. “You mean there was actual sleeping involved,” she questioned as her eyes widened in complete disbelief. “And cuddling,” I let a small smile spread across my face. She sat up quickly, “What happened this morning?” My smile fell and I told her the entire morning events from sweet cuddly Niall to coward Niall in the kitchen. She cursed Zayn out for getting in my way, “That boy needs to clean the hair gel out of his ears.” I giggled at her comment, she had learned how to make me smile even at the darkest moments and since Niall had come into my life there had been a lot and I was starting to question if he was really worth all of it. As I continued my story and told her how Niall had kicked me out, her anger turned towards him instead of Zayn, “He didn’t even say goodbye,” the anger fell from her voice and it was just filled with disappointment and sorrow instead, which at that time only made me feel worse. I shook my head and now she was cursing Niall out and saying exactly what I had thought, he was being a coward. “He is hiding behind his fucking reputation, because he actually feels something for you,” she shouted and again I was such a girl in that moment as my heart fluttered at the mere mention that someone else believed he actually had feelings for me and I wasn’t just a game. I also forgot in the moment that Niall was supposed to be just a game for me as well.
I spent the weekend in doing my homework and letting my body recover from Halloween as I could barely sit on my ass after the spanking Niall gave me. I hadn’t heard from anyone all weekend, but my parents who I lied to about how great I was doing at school because I didn’t want to worry them. Ankita had also gone quiet and when I asked why she told me she was focused on studying. On Wednesday night the silence was broken as a text was brought through my phone from Lyssa telling me she needed to talk to me at the sorority house immediately. I questioned what it was about, but quickly headed out to speak to her anyways. I arrived soon after, she called me up to her room which was quite unusual and I followed her through the house which still after two months I couldn’t get used to how extravagant it was for being on campus. As she led me into her room my mouth fell a gape, shocked at its beauty. She paid no attention to my stunned state and sat on her bed patting the space beside her, signalling me to sit next to her. I followed her and sat silently waiting for her to tell me why I was summoned here. “When did you last see Niall,” she questioned, her facial expression blank with only a hint of a smile that always seemed to lay there, not giving me anything to read as to why I was here or what her question was actually about. “Saturday morning,” I more said it as a question then a statement because I was wondering why she would ask me such a strange question. She let out a heavy sigh and her head hung with her eyes closed. “What? What happened? Is Niall okay,” I questioned almost panicking as wild thoughts ran through my mind, automatically thinking the worst scenarios possible. “Niall slept with Nadine,” she stated simply, taking no consideration of how her words might hurt me. A million emotions ran through me, but all I could imagine was those two entangled in the sheets he had held me in and made me believe he might be a better man. I didn’t want to believe it.
Without a word I left and headed back to my dorm, not wanting to take a chance of seeing anyone. As I entered my room Ankita laid on her bed texting away. “Did you know,” I stated trying to keep my voice down as the anger built in me, but I knew it would be wrong to direct my anger at Ankita as she had done nothing wrong but try to protect me from the ugly truth. Her eyes shot up at me and I saw it in her face she knew, I could see the pain in her eyes, the pain she felt for me, but I didn’t want her sympathy I only wanted the truth, since I felt up until now all I had been fed was lies. “I heard, but I wasn’t sure if it was true,” she said weakly trying to beg for forgiveness at the same time. I fell onto my bed digging my head into the pillow hoping it would suffocate me. “How much do you know,” I felt the weight shift on my bed telling me Ankita was now sitting next to me. “I know he fucked that little slut,” I turned over covering my face with my hands afraid to throw punches in anger or worse cry. “Do you want to know what I heard,” I didn’t reply so she took my silence as a yes as she deeply wanted to pour her soul as I could hear how guilty she felt for keeping this secret from me. “On Sunday night Zayn told all the boys in Omega Chi that Niall let you stay the night and had gone soft on all of them. That he let you take his balls because since September he has only bedded you. Niall became enraged and rambled on excuses for why he let you spend the night saying you begged him for it, but then said that the night before he had slept with Nadine,” when she finished I started to cry, “I didn’t beg him,” I knew I sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care at this point. She rubbed my back saying sweet things like I know and you deserve better and calling Niall and Nadine nasty names, but that’s not what I wanted, I just wanted the complete truth. I fell asleep crying and I woke up the next morning with tears staining my face, but I knew I needed to pick myself up and figure this all out.
I got up out of bed and got ready, pretending like nothing had happened and I headed back over to the sorority house I knew I needed to talk to both of them, but I wasn’t prepared to talk to Niall yet so I would go after her first. I threw open the front door and a few second and third years looked at me shocked and when they realized it was me, they knew exactly who I was looking for everyone being a gossip in the house. One of the girls’s yelled out Nadine’s name beckoning her without letting her know why and she came scampering into the front hall unprepared for my presence. I stared her down; losing the speech I had prepared for her about what a slut she was and could only form one very short sentence, “Did you fuck him?” She giggled and twirled her finger in her hair and smiled at me, “If Niall says I did, we must of then, didn’t we,” and she winked at me. I felt as if my heart was pounding out my chest and I felt tears swell in the corner of my eyes as my vision of her blurred but my hatred didn’t. My frustration swelled in my heart and I let my anger over take me as I lunged at her, tackling her to the ground and a fight broke out between us. We screamed names at each other as hair was pulled and hands flailed and collided with one another. I assumed the girls around us were just shocked as we fought in front of them as our surroundings seemed silent to me at the time. The next thing I knew I was pulled off Nadine and she had a smug smile plastered across her face as she knew she had gotten to me. “You’re out,” the person holding me back spoke and I tried to get out of the person’s grasp to attack her once again, but couldn’t. In my rage I couldn’t focus enough to recognize the voice, only focused on the idea of making Nadine feel the pain I felt inside. Nadine’s eyes shot up at the person as she took in their words, “You are out of the sorority Nadine,” the person clarified and Nadine stopped fighting and the girl holding her back let her go. “You can’t kick me out,” Nadine yelled back fighting to stay a Zeta Beta Zeta. “Yes I can, now get the fuck out,” Nadine stomped out of the house and finally the person let go of me and I controlled my anger to not chase after Nadine and continue this fight outside. I turned to see Lyssa had been the person holding me back, without saying a word I adjusted myself quickly and headed back to my dorm. Ankita looked up at me and she could tell from my facial expression not to say a word as I got ready for the day’s classes. I grabbed my books and I headed out trying to let the anger simmer down.
The day passed, me tending to get a little angry with everyone who crossed my path and strange looks at my obvious state of futile aggression. I decided to stay the night in, knowing at any second I could get into another fight. As I returned to my room I was glad to see Ankita wasn’t there, and she was probably avoiding me with good reason as I was a ticking time bomb ready to go off on anyone, but I knew it was meant for Niall. As I laid down on my bed and I couldn’t find the motivation to do my homework I finally let the anger out, trashing and screaming on my bed, I was glad the room was empty because if anyone would have been there I would have looked like a mental patient off their meds. As my body grew tired of my thrashing and my childish outburst I began to cry. I felt the one tear fall and I pushed it away wanting to pretend I hadn’t cried over a boy, but after the first soon came a second and then a third and the rest were undeniable as they fell hard and in many. I wanted to drown myself in my tears, make all this pain a stupid boy who I was supposed to hurt had caused. I wasn’t meant to play these games like the Zeta Beta Zeta, maybe I wasn’t meant to be a Zeta Beta Zeta at all.
I fell asleep just as I had last night, crying and I woke the next day with my face stained with tears once again. As I turned over in bed Ankita had still not yet returned, she was giving me space because she knew I needed it. I knew I needed to figure this out on my own. I tried to get up for class, but I felt paralyzed in my bed. I was paralyzed by the fear of running into Niall at lecture today, seeing him was the last thing I wanted, I couldn’t even decide if I ever wanted to see him again. So instead I decided to turn over and go back to sleep and spend the day in bed wallowing in my self-pity. As I awoke again, Ankita had now returned and it was late in the afternoon, she sat quietly stealing quick glances over at me, probably checking to make sure I was still alive. “Ankita what do I do,” I questioned, beckoning what seemed to be her all mighty wisdom. “You pick yourself up and brush yourself off,” she didn’t even look over at me as she continued to read her textbook. “You make it sound so easy,” I whined laying on my back staring up at the ceiling. “It’s not, but you have to make it look as if it is,” she explained and I knew she was right, Niall was never actually mine, we were never exclusive, I actually had nothing to be angry or upset about, but for some reason I still was. “You should go to the party tonight. Prove to him you don’t care,” she said and I looked over at her still consumed in her readings. I let out a grunt, not wanting even to go get food let alone a party. I heard her get up a few minutes later and she forced me up. She forced me to get ready with her and before I knew it we both were party ready. I glanced in the mirror and I thought maybe tonight could be a fresh start, but my mind drifted to the lingering question I still had about Niall. I sat on my bed leaning against the wall letting my eyes fall closed, “Go without me,” I stated and I heard Ankita let out a disappointed sigh roll off her lips. “Fine,” she grunted and I could basically hear the eye roll in her reply and she soon headed out leaving me again alone.
As I sat alone in my dorm once again, I wondered if this was how I was meant to be, alone. It always seemed that was how I ended up, people always seemed to leave me and I never seemed to fit in anywhere. The thing though I didn’t want to be alone and Niall made me feel like I could fit in and I could have someone. I had become attached to him and I wanted him in my life as much as it did hurt. If I was ever at least going to move on, I needed to talk to him about what happened.
I sat in my room debating whether or not to go, I was confused about what had happened and wanted to ask Niall myself what was going on, but again I was afraid. I was afraid of the truth, the truth of what Niall and I actually were to each other. I had a rush of courage run through me and ran out my door towards the party. I ran across campus wanting to get to Niall before this new found courage burned out and I would go back to being the normal wimp I was. I threw the front door of fraternity open and all of this was becoming too regular for me, everyone seemed to stand in the same place every week, talk to the same people, drink the same booze and play the same games. I was sick of playing this game with Niall and I just wanted serious answers. I walked into the kitchen to find him sitting next to the keg stand just like I thought he would, flirting with every girl who came over for a drink and challenging every guy to do shot for shot. I could tell by the way he swayed back and forth he was more drunk than usual. I felt a lump form in my throat and my stomach turn as butterflies grew, as my courage started to melt away at the sight of him. I closed my eyes taking in the loud noise around me and swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to push away the butterflies as I began to stride across the kitchen to stand in between Niall’s legs so I could have his full attention. But as I stood there I had no words his blue eyes came to look up at me and a small drunk smile spread across his lips, “Hey pretty lady,” he drunkenly slurred. I couldn’t help, but giggle as mad at him as I was, his state was quite funny since he usually held his liquor so well. I remembered why I was here, “We need to talk,” I said and I knew it was no use in his drunken state. I took his hand and dragged him up the stairs hoping to sober him up enough to get the truth out of him. He grabbed at my ass as we walked up the stairs and I swatted his hand away, “Don’t be like that baby,” he said as he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his forehead against mine as I could smell the various alcohols on his breath that he had consumed tonight. “No, Niall I’m not your baby,” I said as I pushed him off of me and continued to drag him upstairs and into the bathroom. I sat him on the counter and I tried to think of a way to get him sober up, he leaned against the mirror slipping into the sink as he did so and having a laughing fit about the matter. “Niall I have to sober you up,” I said pulling his face to look at me. He placed both of his large hands on either side of my face, “You are so pretty,” he said looking deep into my eyes and then he sunk back again losing the tender moment. I let my head fall remembering why I was here and not to get lost in his charm even in his drunken state. I thought to myself that maybe, him being drunk wasn’t the worst thing; maybe he would be more likely to tell me the truth. “Niall, why did you sleep with Nadine,” I said placing my hands on each of his thighs. He looked up at me and his drunken grin had fallen, “Zayn called me pussy.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “I know he did, but that doesn’t mean you have to go fuck the sorority slut,” he was drunk so I let the sorrow fill up my voice. “But I didn’t, I just said it to get them off my back,” he slurred out and I barely could make it out. My head shot up, “Hold on what,” I questioned my eyes went wide and Nadine’s exacts words played back in my head realizing that she never actually said she slept with him. “I didn’t fuck Nadine. I fucked you,” he giggled and let his eyes close. I grabbed his chin between my index finger and thumb and pulled his face towards me, “You really hurt me Niall,” I told him only hoping he wouldn’t be able to remember in the morning. He stopped giggling and he pulled me into a hug, “I’m sorry. The last thing I would want to do is hurt you,” he said sweetly and started to pepper my face with kisses. “Well you did, why would you hurt me like that,” I said boring my eyes into his. “I don’t like the way you make me feel,” he slurred out again and this time I barely understood him at all. My eyes grew wide, “Niall how do I make you feel,” I questioned trying to keep him awake for a little longer. He blushed hard and looked away from my gaze and I turned him back to me and repeated my question, he smiled at me and pointed to the left side of his chest on his heart and then pointed to me. I knew what he meant, but I would of rather heard him say it and as I was about to ask him too, he passed out on the counter top. I let out a heavy sigh and let my head hang, I tried to pull him off the counter to get him back to his room and as I had him halfway down the hall he woke again, “Trying to take advantage of me are you,” he giggled as he tried to kiss me and I ignored his advances as I finally got to the door of his room and pulled us in. “No, I will not have sex with you, I have a girlfriend,” he giggled out again and I dropped him onto his bed. “Niall you don’t have a girlfriend, you have a fuck buddy,” I said as I pulled his shoes off. “But I want her to be my girlfriend,” he said as he rolled over onto his side and under the covers of his bed. I shot straight up and I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, Niall Horan wanted me to be his girlfriend. I pulled off my shoes and looked for something of Niall’s to slip into and laid down next to him wanting to make sure he was okay, but also overwhelmed by what he had just said. I knew he wouldn’t remember in the morning, but I desperately wanted him too, I wanted my fairytale ending, I wanted him. I let a smile spread across my face and for those five minutes I was happy.
I awoke the next morning to a restless Niall, probably struggling with a major hangover. “Can I get you something,” I asked rubbing his forehead trying to soothe the pain I was sure was laying there. His eyes shot up and I could tell from the look in his eyes, he had no memory of last night which made my stomach turn. “Why the fuck are you here,” he asked and I saw the anger flare in his eyes. “I came to talk to you last night,” I said letting my confidence wash away and look down. “What happened,” I could hear the worry his voice and I was unsure if I should tell him what he told me or not. “You told me you made it up that you slept with Nadine. I won’t tell anyone,” I said looking up shortly into his eyes that were staring down at me intently. “Umm thanks,” I heard him scratch his head, “Anything else.” I looked up at him again and tried to find the courage to say it, but as I opened my mouth I couldn’t find the words and let my head fall again and shook my head no. He lifted my face to look at him, “Really,” his eyes bored into mine and worry laid there but I wasn’t sure if it was for me or himself. “Nothing happened,” I barely whispered out and I let a small smile crack across my face to convince him. Whether he noticed I was lying or not, he didn’t care, “Good,” he stated. He pulled me closed against him resting his chin on my forehead, “You know they called me soft because of you,” he spoke after a few minutes of silence. I pulled away and looked up at him, “I heard.” “Do you think I’m soft,” he winked at me. I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed, “Why don’t you go check,” he asked me and licked his lips. “Niall stop it,” I shoved his shoulder and shook my head no at his request. He ignored my rejection and began kissing down my neck, but after the mini heart break I had experienced this morning from him not remembering last night, I pushed him away, “I said no Niall.” “I thought we were all good though after we cleared up the whole Nadine thingy,” he said flustered by my rejection. “Yeah we are, I just can’t you know um you know,” I said point down to my private regions, lying to Niall. “Ew get the fuck out then,” he pulled the covers off of me and gestured me to leave. I shook my head at his childish reaction and followed his order getting out of bed and grabbing my stuff and hurrying out. As I reached the door to his room Niall yelled for me and I turned back hoping for our movie moment where he confesses the truth he told me last night, “Don’t think you can just start spending the night with me now,” he said and laid his head back down. I felt my hopes and dreams fall again and I rolled my eyes and made sure to slam the door extra loud behind me knowing his head was probably throbbing. As I once again headed back to my dorm I questioned if it was his heart speaking or just the alcohol or maybe his cock was just willing to say anything to get laid last night. I found it hard to believe that he could actually love anyone other than himself.
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