One Direction One Shots 2

Just Friends (Niall)

Niall pulled up in front of my house and slammed the door as he got out. I could hear him stomping up to my house, but when he got to my door he didn’t wrap on it harshly, he simply knocked loud enough for me to hear. I opened it to see Niall; he was in a dark grey suit, with the top three buttons of his shirt undone and his hair is already disheveled. Looking at him, standing in my doorway looking like a god, my knees went weak and I felt an ache between my thighs. I wanted to jump on him right then and there, but we had to go. You see, we were headed to Harry Judd’s wedding, and we were already running late. Niall’s girlfriend couldn’t make it so he asked me, his best friend, to go with him. Now, know this, I’m not in love with Niall, but I have always been extremely sexually attracted to him.

“You look beautiful,” he said pulling me into one of his famous Horan hugs. “Are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, just let me grab my purse.” I invited him to come in while I walked back to my room to grab the clutch that held my necessities; phone, lipstick, eyeliner, and a condom (you can never be too careful). I waved goodbye to my roommate as Niall ushered me out the door.

The car ride was short, but it seemed like it was taking forever. Niall was silent and it was time I figured out why.

“Okay, so what happened?” I asked turning a bit in my seat. He didn’t respond, and simply kept his eyes on the road. “Niall James Horan, I know something is wrong. You only slammed your car door and stomped your feet all the way up my fucking walkway. Now if that doesn’t mean you’re angry then I don’t know you as well as I thought.”

Again he stayed silent. I knew that if he didn’t want to talk, I couldn’t make him. We pulled into the church parking lot, and just as I was about to open my door he locked it.

“Um, you’re supposed to unlock it.” I say over my shoulder.

“Not until we talk,” he said and turned his whole body to face me. “She broke up with me. I got dumped. However you want to say it, it still means the same thing. We’re over.”

“Oh Ni, I’m sorry,” I said and took his hand in mine. I gave him a sorry look then dropped his hand and unlocked my door. “Well, come on then.”

“Seriously, I tell you why I’m pissed and you get out of the car like it’s no big deal?!”

“The sooner the wedding is over, the sooner we can get drunk.”

With that he practically leaped out of the car, ran around to me, and locked it. He held his arm out, waiting for me to take it.

“Shall we?” He smiled the first genuine smile I’d seen in a while. I knew things with her weren’t great, but I thought he would be the one to end it. I was really glad I packed that condom now, he might need it. I just really didn’t think it would be with me.

***

The wedding was lovely; Harry looked so happy and Izzy looked so gorgeous. Despite all of this, Niall was dying to get to the reception. He needed to drink, and by this point I did too. We walked across the street to the hotel where the reception was being held. Walking in, all I could see was the bar. Niall and I went straight for it, not stopping for anyone that wanted to talk to him. He quickly got us each a shot. We toasted to being single, about six times. When the dancing finally started we were both pretty tipsy, and couldn’t get to the floor fast enough. The night was definitely one to remember, and I was really hoping I would.

A slower song came on, but we didn’t get off the dance floor. Instead, Niall leaned in and attached his moist lips to my ear.

“I want you,” he growled, taking my cartilage between his teeth. “I want you so fucking bad.”