Hatred V.S. Acceptance (A Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 17: A Rose

Taseena's POV:

I blinked a few times to focus on the towering figure in front of me. His hair was soaked and swept to the side of his face. His white tshirt clung to his torso due to the rain, outlining his angelic features. He held a rose in his hand and waved it in the air, shyly.

"Hi..", he whispered in his sexy, raspy voice, before he shot me with a glowing smile.

I stood there in shock, while my lips curled into a smile. He performed a small leprechaun dance before handing me the rose. I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably. I held the rose in my hand and wasted no time by hopping into his arms, clinging my arms around his neck. His muscular arms wrapped around my thighs catching me as I landed my lips to perfectly mold into his. We pulled apart and he eyed my facial features while I drowned in his ocean eyes.  

"I missed you..alot,"I said softly while still in his arms. He said nothing, but just smiled.  

He brought me back into the house and gently let me down to my feet, before locking the door closed.  

"I missed you, too, princess," he said while interlocking his arms around my waist, quickly pulling me to his wet torso. He rested his forehead onto mine and sang softly. I couldn't help but blush. I struggled to slip out of his arms but it was no use. He had a really tight grip onto me, causing me to give him the 'puppy dog' face.  

"Where do you think you're going?", he asked in his teasing, Irish accent.  

"To find you a dry shirt..," I replied, annoyed to the fact my clothes were getting wet.  

Niall pulled away from me and hastily tugged the shirt from his head. He threw it on the ground, a few feet from where he was standing. I stood there only burning my eyes into his toned abs. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth as I dropped the rose onto the ground, scanning my irises up and down his toned figure.  

"Is it getting hot in here?" I breathed pretending to fan myself with my right hand.  

All he did was blush and turn into a tomato. His laugh was literally the cutest, but hottest thing I have ever heard in my life. I honestly do not know how he manages to be adorable but so damn sexy at the same time.  

"So.. You don't need a shirt?", I asked teasingly, while walking over and plopping back onto the couch. Niall scurried over to the couch, and body slammed onto the seat next to me.  

"Jeez, Niall. " 

Before I could've said anything else, he brought his arms from behind me and swung me close to his chest, with a tight grip and no way of me escaping. We were both now leaning down on the couch with my back basically on top of Niall, while he still held onto me, with his back on the arm of the couch. We both laughed together uncontrollably for no apparent reason, while in that uncomfortable position on the couch. 

"We're gonna fall off," I giggled.  

"So-", Niall said while sliding off the couch, causing the both of us to fall onto the ground next to the couch and coffee table. I felt like we were on drugs because I swear there was something wrong with our ability to stop laughing.  

"What's wrong with us?", I asked, calming down from the laughter, while still on the ground.  

"Everything.. but that's alright," he said with a half-smirk.  

He jumped up back to his feet and held his hand out to me. I grabbed his arm and pulled myself up back to my feet.  

We sat back down onto the couch and finally calmed down from all the excitement.