Niall comes home late at night from the pub and stumbles in the front door. He's obviously drunk as he struggles to shut the door gently and turns to see you standing in the entryway of your house. He stops and your eyes connect for what seems like an eternity before he moves forward and pushes you up against the wall.
He moves his hands on either side of your head and leans in close. You can smell alcohol on his breath but he still smells warm, like he usually does. He leans in ever so slightly to touch his nose to yours. He looks down to see you wearing his sweat pants and a big tshirt. He smirks to himself as he snakes his arms around your waist.
He tightens his hold around your waist, bringing you even closer. He moves his legs to either side of yours and connects your eyes with his brilliant blues once more. His lips lightly graze yours until he cranes his neck forward, deepening the kiss. His tongue lightly runs over your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to give him access. He's everywhere. His tongue is exploring every spot in your mouth as his hands run up and down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your head is spinning. All you can think is NiallNiallNiall.
His hands slowly move down your back and under your bum. He lifts you and your legs wrap around his waist. Niall clumsily moves you to the bedroom and sets you on the bed gently: never disconnecting your lips.
You can taste the alcohol on his tongue mixed with the taste of his mouth and your head keeps spinning. He moves forward to crawl onto the bed and you inch backward until your back hits the headboard. He moves to straddle your legs and leans in to touch his forehead to yours.
His eyes drift closed as he says that he loves you and you've never looked more beautiful as you do now, wearing sweats and a tshirt. Even though he's smashed, you know he means every word.
He moves his hand to carress your cheek and kisses you deeper than ever before. His other hand runs up and down your arm as your arms wrap around his neck. He smiles into the kiss as he lowers you both down on to the bed.
He moves his hands to your waist, his thumb lightly massaging your hip bones. His kisses travel to your jaw, then your neck, and they stop and are replaced by eager lips as Niall sucks at your collarbone. You just sigh and run your hands over his perfect back.
Barely audible, he whispers, 'I love you so much', as he kisses everywhere. This continues until his kisses begin to get softer and slower. He begins to yawn and you can tell he's worn out.
You take his head in your hands and kiss his forehead, his neck, his lips. You look him dead in his gorgeous, yet tired eyes and tell him that you love him right back, maybe even more than he loves you.
He smiles slightly and turns you so that he's the big spoon. He wraps his arm around your waist and settles his chin in the crook of your neck. He grabs your hand and runs his thumb over the soft skin.
He sweetly declares his love for you once more before kissing just under your ear as you both drift off to sleep.
