out of the blue / n.h

Chapter 47

MELANIE RICHARDS

I scan the room and it’s more organized and tidier than his apartment. Maybe because Marcus and Lizzie always have the room cleaned. The room has it’s own color which is red, green and blue. The king sized bed has an Irish bed-cover. Two guitars hanging on the wall, leaving them full of dust and lint.

“Why did you leave the guitars in here?” I point to the guitars.

“I guess, I never really play them anymore.” He walks in and lays his body on the bed, looking at me that still scan my eyes through his boyish room. “Come and lay down with me.” He taps the spot beside him. I walk over to him, taking off my coat away and lay my body beside him, wrapping my arm around his body, leaving our faces just inches apart. “I never brought anyone here before.” He smiles, showing his cheeky cheekbones up and his double chin stretches making his carved face looked more oval and hotter. He chuckles as her hand cups my redden damned cheek, stroking it. He leans forward that it only needs a little boost to make our lips attach.

“I love it when we talk like this.” I giggle, letting a hot breath swims over his face.

“Me too.” His blue amazing eyes stabs me on my eyes making me quiver. He looks down at my lips before his lips giving me quick pecks against my lips, making me giggle. I wrap my leg across, so it’s covering his lower stomach. He kisses down my jawline and to my ear. “I love you.” He whispers, letting my stomach flutters from the butterflies. That is the first time he ever says ‘I love you’ to me. I feel every fiber on my body is shaking and I just want to rip my heart out at the sound of him telling me that. That strong three words.

He traces his lips down to my neck, sending hot chills down my spine and he’s on top of me as he slips his hand into the hem of my sweater and his frozen touch sends my bare stomach goosebumps. His hot breath making it’s way down to my bare chest as his hand tugs the sweater down to expose my bare skin inches by inches. The kisses and smooches leaving marks on my chest as I moan out of it. I tug his hair and keep on reminding myself that we are not alone.

He looks up to me and crashes our lips together, signaling my tongue to come out with his. He grabs the hem of my sweater and tugs it over my head. He detach our lips and looks down to my uncovered torso with only black bra covering my breasts. “Have I ever mentioned how sexy you are?” He teases, smirking at me making me moan inside and out. He continues kissing me as I tug his t-shirt over his head, revealing his chest hair and his unshaped stomach but I still love the thought of it anyway.

“Niall? The dinner is ready.” Lizzie knocks on the door, making us panic and hurry ourselves getting dressed. I hold my laugh as his sexy horny face turns drastically into his stupid shocked face.

“I’ll be right down!” Niall puts his t-shirt over his head while I’m trying to hold my laugh. “Don’t—Don’t come in!” His voice squeaks making me burst into laughter as he looks at himself on the mirror, fixing his hair.

“I have to go to the toilet first.” I excuse and run to his bathroom inside his bedroom to take piss. I run through the stairs after I clean myself up and find Niall sitting next to his dad as they talk several things with Marcus and Lizzie sitting across Niall. I smile as I make my way down the floor.

“This must be Niall’s girlfriend.” His dad stands up from his seat to shake my hand and gestures me to sit next to Niall. The dining table is so big and long that fits ten or more people in it.

“Just Melanie, please, Mr. Horan.” I sit next to Niall who is busy tapping the screen of his phone.

“Call me Bobby.” He sits down.

“Yeah, by the way, dad, Melanie is Mrs. Hills’ daughter. That’s why I asked for her address to you couple days ago.” Niall informs as he puts his phone on his pocket.

“Melanie—Halle Richards?” Bobby asks me.

"Yeah, Mr. Ho—I mean, Bobby.” I stutter. He knows my full name.

“Oh, well, uhm—“ He exhales.

“What’s wrong, dad?” Niall asks full of concern.

"Nothing.” He mumbles, looking blankly at the food in front of him. “Well, Marcus. Would you say grace with all of us?” He awkwardly chuckles, looking directly at Marcus. I can feel the tense in the room when he figured my full name. Marcus starts the family tradition with saying grace with all of us, making a round form of holding hands together.