Deception (N.H)

CHAPTER 17: THE MORNING AFTER

A warm hand rubs my back as I slowly wake up. I look up and see Niall smiling down at me. "What?" I ask, hiding my face in his chest. Niall laughs and pulls me closer to him. "Nothing." He mumbles and I slowly look up at him.

"Why are you here?" I ask as I trace patterns on his chest. "Oh you don't want me here, I'll just go then." He says and begins to move away from me. "No." I pout and grab his shirt in my fists. Niall smirks and lays back down.

"What happened last night?" I ask, gently placing my chin on his chest to look at him. "I'm pretty sure we got drunk and ended up passing out together." Niall says, combing his hand through my hair. I nod and wrap my arms around him. "Where are the others?" I mumble as I get comfortable on his chest.

"Harry is on the sofa, Louis is on the chair and Liam is in the tub." Niall says with a chuckle. "In this room?" I ask, looking up at him. "Yeah." He nods and I sigh. "You do realise all of you have your own rooms right?" I mumble, snuggling into his chest more.

"Yeah but yours is better." He smirks and kisses my head. I laugh and rub my hand in circles on his chest. "So." I say as Niall's hand sneaks under my shirt and rubs my back. "So." Niall whispers with a small laugh.

The sound of my phone ringing brings us out of our little world. I groan and turn to grab my phone. "Hello?" I mumble as I lay back down on Niall's chest.

"Arabella Davidson?" A voice asks through the phone.

"Speaking." I say as Niall scratches my back.

"I'm Ryan. I work for ICCA, International Convention of Culinary Arts. We popped by your bakery earlier today and tried a few things. We loved everything and were wondering if you would be willing to take part in this year's convention." The voice says as I intently listen.

"When is it?" I ask as I sit up.

"In about a month." I mentally curse.

"I'm sorry but I'm busy for the next 7 and a half months. I would love to be part of it but I don't have any time." I say as I run a hand through my hair.

"That's alright. If you find time then call us back. Entries stop in around 3 weeks." Ryan says as I nod before realising he can't see me.

"Okay then. Have a good day." I say and after a small exchange of goodbyes, the call ends. I sigh and place my phone down on the bed and run my hands over my face.

"Who was that?" Niall asks as he sits up as well. "Some guy from a food convention." I mumble, taking my hands away from my face. "The only food convention you should worry about is this one right here." Niall says, grabbing my hand and placing it on his stomach.

I laugh and playfully slap his chest before tying my hair up in a messy bun. "Well, what would you like to eat?" I ask in a fake posh accent. "I would like-" Niall turns to me with a smirk. "-that neck!" Niall yells and tackles me, placing kisses on my neck.

I laugh and try to push Niall away. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head. Niall pulls away and looks at me. My eyes drift down to his lips before going back to his eyes. Niall does the same to me before he leans down and places his lips on mine.

Our lips move together and Niall's grip on my hands loosen. The world slowly fades away as Niall's tongue explores my mouth. Niall lets go of my hands and places his hands on my hips as I place mine on his neck.

A small moan escapes my lips, making Niall smirk into the kiss. Niall pulls away and smiles. "That what you wanted, buddy?" Niall smirks and leans down to kiss my neck. I laugh and turn my head to give him more space.