One Direction One Shots 2

Clandestine Calls (Part 6) (Niall)

It was just after 7 am when your eyes fluttered open, the sun’s rays permeating through the glass windows and the brightness of the sun finding its way into the hotel bedroom. The cold outside was easy to forget while you rested in the cozy comfort of your two-bedroom suite, and even more easy to forget while you lay in bed with Niall. His arms were wrapped around your waist even though he was out cold, and you could hear his slow but steady heart beat under your ear as your head rested on his chest.

        There was a sweet serenity that came with Niall, especially on a quiet morning like this. Although he often drove you insane with his snarky comments and brash cockiness, you couldn’t help being in love with him. And that’s what it was with Niall: love.

“Niall,” you whispered, but he didn’t budge. You wiggled out of his hold and climbed onto his lap. “Baby.”

        And he shifted a bit underneath you until he could actually feel you sitting on top of him. His eyes slowly opened as he awoke from a heavy sleep.

“Mornin,” he said in his quiet 7 am voice. He tried to blink the tiredness away before he brought his hands to your waist, eyeing you intensely. You were wearing a Niall’s baggy ‘Derby County’ tee and your underwear while he was simply in his boxers. “You’re up early.”

        But you don’t say anything. What was there to say anyway? All you wanted at that moment was to look at him. To be with him. To feel him. Because every time you looked at Niall, it was like the very first time. 

        That first day in your junior year when he and Liam strolled into your 1st period physics class, looking normal as ever. Niall was in his usual SnapBack and Supras ensemble as he laughed along with whatever Liam was saying, not giving off the slightest hint that he would one day be the young man to change your life forever. But that first day, you got that first look at him and it made your heart flutter. You were immediately taken aback by his infectious smile and boyish charm, and those first words he spoke to you in his darling accent, god. You could still hear him utter those words.

“You look beautiful this morning.” It sounded better this time, especially after all you’d been through. You now knew a secretive, troubled, and often verbally-hostile Niall, and hearing him say those five words again… it meant so much more. But then he spoke again. “I’m sorry.” Sorry?

        You didn’t even have to ask why, because your facial expression told him that he needed to explain.

“I’m sorry I brought you into all of this.” You still sat there on top of him as he looked up at you, tracing circles on your thighs with his thumbs as he tried to find the words to speak. “But I need you with me, Y/N. I don’t get to choose a lot of the things that happen to me, but the woman I keep around is one of them.” He doesn’t remove his gaze from yours. “I need you to stick around… please.”

        And you don’t even answer, and just simply lean over to kiss him. You kiss him nice and slow, hoping to cherish the moment he finally admitted to wanting you as the woman in his life. It’d taken him four years to finally come clean about a lot of things, but suddenly this one seemed to be the most important.

        Niall moaned into the kiss, as he greatly enjoyed the sensual feel of his tongue playing with yours and the closeness he felt when you kissed the way you did on that morning. He gently caressed your curvy lower half as you made out, and tried his hardest not to simply flip you over and get down to business. He wanted just a badly as you did to take it slow and easy for once. He wanted to make love.

        After feeling Niall’s erection size up underneath you, you knew it was time to give it some attention. You turned your body so that while his length was in your face, your lower region was in his. You moved his boxers down his legs and then took his cock in your hands, slowly pumping it as you felt him blow cool air onto your pussy. He helped you wiggle out of your underwear, and then you both went to work. You stroked him nice and slow, pumping and pumping until you saw the slight precum seeping out of his tip. That’s when you brought your mouth to his member, only to be halted by the feeling of his tongue inside of you. He licked and kissed your pussy quite slowly, trying his hardest to get a heavy reaction out of you. His arms looped underneath your legs and his hands met back up on your bum, where he used them to spread your legs and give him the chance to taste your wetness.