He kissed me back. Hard, no one was talking our lips were just moving in sync, hands aggressively roaming each others bodies.
"Do you think we should go home." I asked gasping for breath.
He nodded.
He held my hand the whole way back to our complex.
"Your place or mine?"
His was first, "Yours."
Before I knew it we were kissing again frantically. It was drunk and sloppy on both parts but somehow it managed to be so intimate.
He barley got the door opened and closed again before he picked me up and carried me to his room.
He placed me onto the bed and started kissing me again, rougher and more needy than the first time. He bit my bottom lip begging for entrance our tounges fought for dominance and our bodies became entangled.
He threw his hat to the other side of the room and I struggled pull his shirt over his head.
He started kissing me down my neck sending me into a state of disarray. My body trembled to his every touch, each kiss more intense than the last.
We were so focused on each other it took us a while to realize someone was pounding on his door. . .
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I am. I am. I am. -- Chapter One: Move
FanfictionA Niall Horan fan fic. This is old and starts out semi-poorly written and I apologize for this.I am working on finishing it so hopefully you enjoy. As always votes and comments are strongly encouraged. I love the feedback and I love you all! :)
