From Love To Lust

Chapter Four

"What a day," I sighed, looking at Niall. He nodded in agreement and plopped down next to me. I picked up his hand and started playing with it, locking our finger, and unlocking them again. His lips pressed against my hair. I lifted up my head, re-situating while the light fixture glared into my eyes, making it difficult to relax. I stretched out from underneath him and reached for the wall, falling many time before I was able to flip off the light switch and snuggled into Niall. He gladly put his arm around me, humming softly to me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my moments of peace. I rested my mind, letting it wander. I realized that this wasn't the best idea because the thoughts I had been dreading surfaced.

"So, how's the wife and kids?" I asked, abruptly, but a bit jealous. I felt his squirm a bit, acting as if he were uncomfortable. It took him a minute to respond

"Don't be like that," I could hear the annoyance in his voice. His grip on me loosed a bit, causing my lips to curve down.

"I know, but," I played with the pockets of his jeans, "it's not fair that you have to spend more time with them then me," my voice was quiet and steady. I was afraid of his answer, waiting for him to respond.

"I'm here more then I'm at home," he rolled his eyes, and grunted. I knew he was right.

"Speaking of which," I cleared my throat and looked up, only seeing his jawline, "where do they think you are?"

"Meetings and stuff," his voice was short and pained. He coughed and loosened his hug even more.

I dropped my hands from fiddling with his pants and started to pout, I didn't want this to ruin our night. I silently cursed myself for even bringing it up. I felt his shift in his seat, letting me go entirely. His voice staggered and he stood up, "wanna beer?"

The bathtub was filled to the rim, threatening to spill over. The mass of both our bodies raised the water levels more than I had suspected. Our drunken laughter created a light atmosphere, causing everything to appear funny.

"You know," Niall slurred, "that you can't legally drink until next month." I nodded and smiled. He started randomly laughing at his statement.

"You are drunk off your ass," I laughed, raising my beer bottle, as if to toast. He abruptly jumped out of the tub and started dancing, wailing to a very familiar song, "I wanna be drunk when I walk up- wake up!" he shouted, flailing his arms around.

"Get back in the tub!" I laughed loudly and motioned for him to come near me.

"Why?" he challenged and placed his hands on his hips, resembling a five year old, though, he wasn't far off.

"Because you're making a mess!" I shouted at him, scolding like a mother.

"I know you are but what am I ?" he smirked as if he just stated the most intelligent thing. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"My floors soaking wet !" I cried out with a chuckle, and he stumbled towards me.

"That's not the only thing that's wet," his voice continued to slur, and he climbed in next to me.

"I'm in a tub, of course I'm wet," I laughed sarcastically. His facial expression became deathly serious, and he leaned towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, acting immature. I waited, but heard nothing and before I opened my eyes, I let a chuckle escape my lips.

"Peek-a-boo," he whispered, locking our lips together. The kiss was intense, but sloppy but he still managed to give me goose bumps. He scooted back and pulled me into his lap. I got up on my knees, cupping his face in the process. His hand reached for my breast and he held one tightly in his free hand. The other hand touched the inside of my thighs, moving in slow circles. My head began to spin and I couldn't see straight, so I closed my eyes and focused on Niall's long fingers.

My mind, again, began to drift, and I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation we had. It took me many more of his drunken kisses before I pulled away for good and sat on the edge of the tub.

"What's wrong?" he asked., trying to remain awake, taking another sip of alcohol.

"This, this is wrong," I stated forcefully, angry at myself for letting it go on for so long. I put my head into my hands and rubbed my eyes, trying to figure things out.

"No, drunk not enough... me?" he protested, though it came out a question through his intoxicated mouth. I shook my head and kept massaging my eyeballs.

"No, this, you have a family, a son, a wife," I emphasized the last word, almost spiting it out. My head snapped up and he nodded in agreement, letting his eyelids fall, ever so slightly. I sat there, holding my breath, waiting for him to fall asleep. His eyes flickered a few times before shutting permanently. I sat on the tub, feet dangling in cold water, and scoffed, completely discussed. My legs began to move, almost on autopilot. I wrapped myself in a towel and turned of the lights before closing the door behind me.