One Direction Imagines

Niall - First Date and Some More (Carlie)

Requested by: PerfectionDesperate

Warning: Some mature content, read at your own discretion.

I huffed in annoyance, pulling the shirt off of me and tossing it onto my bed behind me. Nothing seemed good enough for this date with Niall, I was desperate to show him what he's been missing for all of these years. And well, a round two wouldn't be so bad either. I'll take what I can get.

I pushed through the hangers, stopping when I found the perfect dress. I had bought it but never worn it, having never found the occasion. I laid the dress on my bed, pulling the black skinny jeans off of my legs. I quickly pulled the dress on, awkwardly reaching behind me to zip it up. Once I finally got it, I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror.

The dress was a dark maroon, matching perfectly with my complexion and hair. It fit snug, assentuating my curves. There were two cut-outs on the side and one above my chest, the dress a perfect mix of casual, elegant, and sexy. I grabbed a pair of black pumps, sliding my feet into them. I added a black statement necklace, finally feeling put-together and, well, sexy.

That seemed to be a hard feeling to grasp for me lately, my self-confidence being barely existant. Ever since the janitors room incident with Niall, though, it's been skyrocketing. I've finally felt the way I've always wanted to, as beautiful and sexy and wanted. I finally see myself as more than the nerd with glasses who gets straight A's.

After feeling my makeup was as perfect as it could be, I heard knocking on the door. I glanced at the time, 7PM. He was right on time.

"Coming!" I shouted, grabbing my purse and my phone. I quickly walked to the door, pulling it open to see Niall with a smug grin on his face. He was wearing black skinny jeans paired with a white button-up shirt that had the top few buttons undone, a pair of brown boots to complete it. His hair was styled to perfection, causing my heart to flutter.

"You'll sure be coming later, babe. How will I handle myself with how great you look tonight?" He winked, pulling me towards him and gently pressing his lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss, one of my hands traveling to tug at the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled away, keeping his hands on my hips.

"So what did you do, steal Styles' wardrobe?" I teased, reaching forward and poking his exposed chest. He started laughing, causing a grin to appear on his face. I could listen to him laugh forever, it was such a beautiful sound.

"Actually, he did help me pick out what to wear," Niall shrugged, pulling his arms away from my hips so he could take my hand into his.

"So where are we going?" I asked, closing the door behind us. He led me to his car, opening the door for me.

"It's a surprise," He smiled, closing the door once I sat inside. He quickly walked around, getting in the car and starting it.

"I hate surprises," I whined, reaching over and resting my hand on his upper thigh. He immediately stiffened, his breathing becoming uneven.

"Carlie, c'mon," He spoke, his voice rough.

"What, you don't want this?" I smirked, letting my hand travel farther up. My hand rested against his hardening member.