𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒘𝒐

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams"
-Dr Seuss

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"We both know you'll wake up early anyway. Or, you know where to find me if you don't plan on sleeping tonight, Princess."

Niall's words shamelessly echoed in my mind for another twenty minutes before I came to an evident conclusion.

Sleep is replaceable.

I threw on my shoes and checked my phone for the most recent message from Niall which displayed his room number - 423.

I leave my phone and just take myself and my keycard with me, passing many doors before arriving outside his room and knocking on it without a second thought. Niall opened the door in a white T-shirt and his boxers, which already had my breath hitched in my throat.

"Hey, Princess," He leaned against the door. "What're you doing here?"

I think back to what he said earlier, quoting what he said as I spoke.
"I don't plan on sleeping tonight."

He grinned, stepping aside and opening the door further to let me in. I set my key on his bedside table before I heard the door shut and Niall stood infront of it. You could see on his face he was having an argument with himself in his head, but it was erased after less than 5 seconds. He didn't hesitate before strutting up to press his lips against mine, holding my face softly as he pushed me onto the bed and fell on top of me, one of his hands out to support himself.

My hands played with the collar of his shirt, causing him to smirk into the kiss. Niall picked me up and moved us to the center of his bed, rolling us over so I was ontop. His hands ran up and down my thighs as he looked up at me, mumbling, "I could get used to this," to himself.

He sat up against the headboard as I lightly ran the tips of my fingers along his arm, making him visibly shiver.

Niall suddenly sat up, his mouth going to base of my neck. His lips dragged up my neck and his teeth lightly grazed my skin as he flipped us over again.

My hands went to the back of his head, twirling little blonde hairs between my fingers and tugging at them gently. Niall used his thumb and index finger to tilt my head back down to meet his lips, kissing me more intensely than before.

His hands roamed my body without an ounce of shame, starting to play with the hem of my shirt. He pulled away momentarily, asking, "May I?"

I nodded, shifting under Niall to help him remove my shirt which he threw somewhere in the room. He reattached our lips, slowly removing the remainder of our clothes over the course of the next couple minutes. I turn us back over so I'm ontop again, a smile creeping up on his face.

Niall leaned back, eager for my next move but was caught off guard as I roughly pressed my lips against his. He inhaled sharply as my tongue ran over his bottom lip, granting me access by opening his mouth. He sat up, pushing me back until I was under him again as our tongues fought for dominance.

He pulled away, his gaze travelling over my bare body as his eyes went dark. Niall started placing feather-light kisses along my skin down my torso until he reached my hips, looking up at me with erratic breathing. He wasn't going further yet as he waited for my permission to, which I gladly granted with a curt nod.

He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into my warmth, a coil of desire tightening inside me. My words had been reduced to senseless sounds as he moved his head up to my collarbone again, sucking and lapping his tongue against my skin. He gently brought another finger inside me as he watched me squirm beneath him as he marked a hickey into my collarbone.