rule breaker [niall horan a.u]

chapter eleven

I stumbled up the driveway, still not completely sober. Dylan and I drove home in the car (don't worry, he was sober) and the rest of the gang are taking cabs as we speak. Hopefully Niall has the common decency to not drag that skank into our house.
"Here, lemme help you," Dylan offered courteously, swooping me up bridal style so I wouldn't fall down. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck. The whole ride back, Dylan was making me laugh. I really do like him. He opened the front door, then kicked it closed behind him. He was about to place me down when I said, "No! Take me to my room."
"Alright, princess" he chuckled. He ascended the spiral staircase with what seemed like ease. I can barely make it up these steps without carrying a drunk girl.
He brought me into my room and sprawled me out on my bed.
"Undress me," I said lazily. He half smiled and started to pull down my silk joggers to reveal my red lacy thong. I saw his eyes widen, even in the dimmed bedroom's light.
"Like what you see?" I joked playfully. He smirked and continued to undress me. He unzipped my shirt, similar to how he did earlier tonight. I was now in just my undergarments. I shifted to my left side and motioned for him to come sleep next to me. I looked up at him as he unbottoned his shirt and threw it on my desk, unbuckled his black designer belt, and pulled down his jeans. He jumped into bed with me.
"Goodnight poopie,"
"Goodnight Dyl,"

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lmao mad short sorry