Niall Horan Quick & Dirty One-Shots

Temporary Fix

Niall is usually considered the sweet one, the gentle one. With his boyish good looks and his tender personality, he's kind of like the teddy bear of the band. But there's a side of him that only a few have been privileged to see, a side that's much more aggressive, dominating and purely sexual. Tonight, Amy will become acquainted with Niall's dark side.

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I swished the last of my drink and downed it, slamming the glass down on the bar. 

"Another?" The bartender asked.

"Nah, I'm fine," I replied, handing him payment with a generous tip.

Harry and Louis were around here somewhere. Well, we all showed up together, but I had no idea at this point. They might have left with some pretty girls by now. Hell, at this hour, they were probably rattling the beds already. As you can imagine, the two of them have no trouble finding women to fill their needs.

I didn't usually come out to the club to find a girl, but tonight I had a yearning. I needed the touch of just the right woman. I changed my mind and waved down the bartender. "I'll have another scotch on the rocks."

"Sure thing, Mr. Horan," the bartender replied. 

Once the glass was in my hand, I turned around in my bar stool and surveyed the crowd. It was strange, but the lads and I could never predict whether we would be swarmed by fans when we went out in public, or like tonight, if we would simply have a quiet night out. Well, as quiet as a club could get anyway. But it was nice to not have to stop and pose for a picture every two minutes.

Lots of beautiful women, and I pretty much had my pick. I felt kind of funny about that, to be honest. Almost any girl who knew the band - and who didn't? - was usually willing to hook up or at least have a drink with me. I didn't always like that it was so easy. In the long run, I definitely wanted a woman who loved me for me, not for my money or my fame. And that was increasingly hard to find. 

But tonight, I just needed a fling. A hook up. A temporary fix. 

And then I spotted her - long hair, dark brown and curly, a pretty smile and an attitude that didn't say bitch. She was dressed rather tastefully, too. Some of these girls were dressed like hookers, and that didn't sit well with me, although I guess at this point, my purpose was the same. She was already looking in my direction.

I watched as some tall, blonde guy talked her ear off. She kept looking around as if she wanted an escape, but every time she tried to make an excuse, he grabbed her arm and kept talking. What a dolt. 

I swigged the scotch and got up to walk over to her. She made eye contact and smiled coyly. I just raised my eyebrows, telling her I was coming to her rescue. I almost walked by her, but then at the last second, I glanced back, grabbed her hand and tugged her through the crowd, leaving lover boy in the dust, looking rather confused.

I pulled her onto the dance floor. I kept one hand in hers, moving it between us, and the other was placed on her hip, pulling her tightly against me as we swayed. I wasn't much of a dancer, but I don't think she cared one bit.

"Thank you," she said. "You have no idea how much I wanted to break away, but that guy was like a leech."

"You're welcome," I laughed. "I'm Niall."

She rolled her eyes playfully and replied, "I know who you are. I'm Amy." 

"Amy, something tells me you're interested in a little more than talking tonight. Or dancing," I grinned.

She leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You read my mind." Then she placed a soft, seductive kiss to my cheek and my body went wild. It must have been a combination of alcohol and hormones because I had never been so turned on by a woman I just met. I was only mildly embarrassed by the fact that I was already getting hard, right there on the dance floor. Luckily she was still pressed firmly against me. She ground her hips into me a little and said, "I can tell that you're interested in more, too."