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Fifty-Five

Niall Horan

Liv was snoring lightly on the other side of the bed. I watched her breathe peacefully, mumbling something unintelligible in her sleep.

What did I even do before I met her? I can't believe I ever thought I was in love before. I didn't know how good it was supposed to be until Olivia.

I got up to go for a wee and made the little miniature pot of coffee that's in the hotel room for when she wakes up.

Even though it's still pretty early, I couldn't help myself. I laid beside her, draping an arm over her and playing with her tangled mess of hair with my free hand. She yawned and it was adorable.

"Morning, hon."

"Good morning." She smiled at me.

She sat up, pulling the covers with her to cover her bare chest. I got up and poured her a styrofoam cup of coffee from the tiny pot.

"Thank you."

"It's not London but I tried," I told her, remembering all the mornings we spent together in my apartment drinking coffee.

"It's perfect." She kissed me and took the cup.

"I wish I could make you breakfast. You've got to be starving." I gave her a little wink and she laughed. We were up late last night.

"It's okay. I'm just happy I'm here."

"Okay." I settled back in the bed beside her.

"I was thinking last night. I'm sorry I got so upset yesterday. Niall, I want nothing more than to be with you on this tour."

"Missing your family is understandable and not something you need to apologize for."

"I know I guess. But I just don't want you to have any doubt in your mind that I'm having the absolute best time. With you."

"Me too." I gave the side of her forehead a kiss.

I just meant for it to be an innocent kiss. But all of a sudden we locked eyes and she kissed my lips. She shifted from sitting up against the headboard and put her hands on my shoulders.

I'm so weak when it comes to her. I can never stop myself. My hands found her waist and she didn't seem to mind. A beat later she moved onto me so she was straddling my lap, her naked chest pressed against mine, and her lips at the base of my neck.

I ran my hands over her body, up and down a few times, knowing how it turns her on. Then I reached down, my fingers playing with her, feeling how wet she is. Already. And we just woke up.

She practically moaned my name like my touch was killing her.

She sat up a bit and started grinding her hips against me, the only piece of clothing between the two of us being my boxers.

"Fuck. I can't believe you can be ready again after last night," I told her.

"What?" She shrugged looking slightly embarrassed. "It's a new day."

"Yeah but last night we did it like four times. I would've thought you'd still be exhausted."

"We got a good night's sleep. Besides, I never said we're having sex this morning." She gave me a challenging grin.

But I'll challenge her right back.

"Oh are we not?" I asked. Then I grabbed her hips with one hand and with the other I pushed a finger inside her without warning.

She let out a sound of shock that quickly turned into a moan as her head tipped back.

After the initial surprise, she began really grinding against me, her hips rocking back and forth like she just needed more.