Punk Niall Series

"The First 'I love you'"

"No," Niall says, not even looking up from the magazine in his lap as you plop down on the couch next to him. "Niall, come on! I've been practicing!" you remind him, sitting up on your knees in the hopes he'll finally agree to let you tattoo him. "No," he says after a dramatic pause and you scoff while smacking him on the shoulder. "Twat," you murmur, crossing your arms as you glare at the TV in front of you. "Vagina," Niall counters, ignoring the look of shock that crosses your face at his crass words. "Cock sucker," you say, voice rising but Niall is cool and calm as he flips to another page. "Pussy licker," he says, raising an eyebrow as you rip the magazine from his hands. "Apologize, right now! That's... so crude" you demand, stomping you foot but Niall refuses to give in to your demands. "Stop being a cunt and I will," Niall says, picking up the remote to change the channel. You cry out in anger, snatching the remote from his hands to throw it at the TV. "Crazy bitch," Niall shouts, glaring at the hole in the glass of his big screen. "How dare you call me cunt!" you screech, storming from the apartment with the intention of never speaking to him until he apologizes. "Here," Niall says later that night, passing a structured bag to you as he walks past you into your apartment. "Get out," you demand and Niall rolls his eyes, taking a seat on the couch while instructing you to open the bag. Inside the bag is Niall's traveling tattoo kit and you're a little confused. "I won't say the words but... this is as good as me saying them," Niall says, arms crossed because he's vulnerable and you smile softly. "I'm sorry I said cunt in reference to you," Niall admits, sprawling his legs out as he tries to sink further into the couch. He's not used to being so vulnerable in front of someone because of his brother. "I love you too," you respond, crawling into his lap to press kisses to his jaw. "I'm not saying it back," Niall reminds you, passing you the tattoo gun while pushing you off his lap so he can set everything up. "You totally love me," you pester, inking the lines he'd drawn on his leg and he glares at you. "I won't give up until you say it... I got you to let me tattoo you, remember?" you tease, wiping the excess ink off so Niall can look at the simple words you'd inked into the skin of his thigh. "Fine... I love you too," he murmurs, groaning when you jumped into his lap and nudged the sore skin around his new ink. "Sorry, sorry... I love you too, you don't have to be scared with me" you whispered against his ear, smiling when he let out a groan but you knew he was happy here with you. Even after being vulnerable with you.