Chapter Six
Niall’s fingers dip lower and lower until they are tracing the V-lines on my pelvis.
“W-wait,” I stammer out, my hear tin my throat. “I-I haven’t—I mean I can’t. . .”
The blond takes his hands away. “Wha’ . . . oh, you mean,” he blushes.
“Yeah,” I admit, gnawing on my bottom lip.
Instead of laughing or making crude comment, Niall draws me in for a kiss. “’S alright. We don’t have to do that kind of stuff right now. I mean, it’s only our second date and I wasn’t gonna push you into doing somethin’ you’re not comfortable with.” He continues to shower my face with gentle kisses.
Whatever Niall says, I can’t help but feel ashamed. “I know that it’s really stupid and un—”
Niall crashes his lips to mine, shutting me up effectively. “No, you’re perfect just the way you are. To be honest, I would have been surprised if you had got around.”
I pull back, mouth agape with mock anger. “How dare you!”
Niall sticks out his tongue. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Glad that my little problem downstairs has gone down a bit, I jump on top of Niall to pin him down. The older boy only smirks, challenging me.
So I get a pillow from underneath Niall’s blond head and pretend to smother him, and with the other hand, start to tickle him mercilessly.
Niall laughs hysterically, gasping for air and legs flailing about. He aims some soft kicks at my back, trying to get me off his body. I laugh with Niall because, let’s face it, you can’t be immune to the blond leprechaun’s laughter no matter who you are.
“I give, I give! Sorry for calling you a prude indirectly!” Niall yells, hands clawing at the pillow.
“Now, was that so hard to do?” I smirk, removing the pillow.
I shouldn’t have let his guard down because next thing he knows, his face is planted on the sheets, Niall sat on the bottom of my spine. The blond is definitely lighter than me as it causes me no pain at all.
“Sweet, naïve Hazza,” Niall croons. “Don’t you know that the world is a big bad place? You let your guard down,” I can hear the grin in his Irish voice, “bad things happen.”
Niall leans down so that his chest is flush with my back. Then, he proceeds to nibble on the sensitive patch of skin on the back of my neck. His teeth grip the short curls dusting the skin there, giving them tugs that border between gentle and harsh—all very pleasurable as I love to have my hair pulled. Gently.
“Ngh, Niall, you—” the rest of his threat is caught off by a strangled squeal when Niall finds the soft spot where my neck meets his shoulder.
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This Path Is Reckless
Fanfiction*NOT FAMOUS* Niall is the blond riffraff of the town. Harry is the typical good boy The path to their love is reckless but hey, what's life without some risk and adventure?
