Rolling With the Punches [Niam/Larry AU Fanfic]

Chapter 3

Niall's POV

These past three days have been the best days of my life! Every time were alone I see shirtless Liam! It's like a dream come true. But I almost think the fact that I've only had six episode in these past 72 hours is better. No, its not better. Mmmmm. Real shirtless Liam. But the only bad part is Liam won't even let me do what I want! If it was up to me he'd be tied to that bed butt naked screaming my na- ok calm down Niall. Don't get ahead of yourself. But damn he's sexy! It should be illegal how good looking he is. Seriously! I usually am the only one touching because I think he's a bit afraid. Liam went back to our room earlier, leaving me at lunch without anyone to talk to. Harry and Louis were off with Louis' family and I haven't seen them since this morning. Some doctors and nurses were milling around keeping an eye on the patients when I decided to head to my room. And to Liam. I wonder if I could get Liam to take off his shirt again... 

It was dark in the room when I opened the door. I fumble for light switch wondering where on earth Liam is when my hand is torn from the wall and I'm being strapped down to my bed. 

Found him.  

The next thing I know, the lights are on and Liam is smirking next to the switch. He twisted the door locked and made his way over to me. He climbs on top of me and straddles my hips. Oh God I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming. 

"Your not dreaming Ni, this is real." Liam whispers, his face only inches from mine. Suddenly his lips are on my neck looking for my sweet spot, he finds it in seconds and starts to suck. I moan his name quiet loudly and he detaches his lips from my neck to kiss mine. I'm bringing to grow hard as he grinds down on me, I can't help the moans that keep slipping past my lips. Liam is suddenly back to attacking my neck with kisses when he slips of his shirt, oh God that's a beautiful sight, then his hand are running up and down my chest underneath of my own shirt. 

"Liam, are you going to do what I think you are?" I ask him panting, he doesn't respond instead he just slips his hand it to my pants and starts to tease me, I'm a moaning and panting mess by the time he finally pulls my trousers down, he reinserts his hand in my pants and I swear I'm going to cum soon and he has barley touched me, 

"Beg," he starts, "beg me to give you what you want, to feel me, for you to touch me, for me to touch you," Oh God. 

"Please Li! Please!" I pant even more,  

"More," he states, 

"Please let me touch you, let me feel you, please!" I whimper, he grabs my pants and pulls them down to my ankles,  

"I get you first," he grabs my member and I nod, arching my back in pleasure. That was the best day of my life and their is no way in hell I am ever letting him go now.

Rylee's POV

In the past 3 days I have stolen 7 needles for Zayn and it feels so good to be bad, Black Rose has come and gone staying later then she ever has. Zayn brought out the worst in me, and I knew I couldn't steal morphine forever, but I couldn't help myself. Seeing him in pain makes me want to do nothing but stop it. He makes me feel wanted, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. Once more I spotted a doctor I hadn't taken from before and pretended to be taking a look over my shoulder before bashing heads with him.  

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I said, swiping his key ring as he crouched down to pick up the book I had purposely dropped. I stuffed them in my back pocket just as he came back off. I took the book with a grateful smile, being sure to remember the doctors name so I could return the keys to his office later. When he was out of sight, I rushed in the direction of the room where they kept all the sterile needles ad morphine shots. Being here so long has made me learn certain doses of medicines and things that will be safe for a person. The sensation of doing something bad rushed through me as I snatched some alcohol wipes and shots of morphine from the many bins. I stuffed everything in my pockets an rushed from the room and back to Zayn. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a nurse was in his room assisting him to stand. Cold turkey made Zayn extremely weak, no matter how much morphine he took. The nurse turned to look at me.