Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

We walked into my house, him breathing in and sighing. I turned to him and looked him in the eyes. I have missed those blue eyes for a long time.

"I have a surprise for you," I said to him, fisting his shirt up. He smiled the smile I had fallen in love with. I grasped his hand and ran him to the kitchen.

"Surprise!" I shouted as his eyes rested on the cake I made. The blue eyes widened in surprise and then glanced into mine. "Did you bake this?"

I nodded in response and he grabbed a knife right away. I grinned and got plates down. He cut us each a piece, a small one for me, and a big one for him.

I laughed at him and kissed him on the lips. "I can't believe you are turning twenty today. I am only fourteen. To be comletely honest, I thought you would leave me."

He looked at me with a shocked expression. "For someone taller, smarter, older," I finished. "Why would I ever leave you? You are my world, Kallista."

I blushed at his exaggeration and he gave me that smile. The smile that makes my heart skip a beat every time. His gaze never left mine as he took a huge bite of cake.

I giggled and we went to sit on the couch. We sat cross-legged facing each other, having a staring contest and eating cake at the same time.

He soon enough finished his and set it on the table. Never looking away, he crawled toward me and kissed me. It was an awkward kiss, since out eyes were open.

He got me when he kissed my neck, my eyelashes fluttered closed and I whimpered and he laughed. "Haha! I got you!" he laughed at me. I groaned and laid down.

He hovered over me and was still smiling. "Niall, that isn't fair! I call a rematch!" "It's not my fault I turn you on," he said, kissing my neck again.

My cheeks got hot and I pushed him away, stuffing the rest of my cake into my mouth. I got up and put my plate in the sink, Niall following me.

He followed me around the rest of the day, always pushing in my face the fact he won. Always making me blush or flutter my eyelids.

My parents did let Niall sleep over, they just were sneaky enough to but a camera in my room. I wished I didn't have such a weird mom and dad.

We ran up to my room, hopping in my bed under the warm covers. We laid there for a while, looking at each other. "Why would my parents put a webcam in my room?" I questioned.

"It's illegal anyways..." I said. "Well, I've broken laws before," Niall cheekily told me. I rolled my eyes and turned over. He pulled me against him and I smiled.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. "I love you too, Niall." I turned my head so I could lightly kiss him on the lips. I sighed and closed my eyes.

Since you are wondering how we met most likely, I will tell you. We met at one of his concerts. He saw me crying over something that had happened.

He gave me his number and we texted. We went out on a date and fell in love. Isn't that quite normal? Well, the strange part is that he is nineteen, well, now twenty, and I am fourteen.

I know, judge me if you want. But we love each other. He is my world. I wouldn't be able to live without him.