Niall One Shots

Not Ready

pt. 1

The girl that approached him was drop dead gorgeous—more than you would ever be (so you felt). You were in the back, sitting on the couch, slowly chewing on grapes as you watch the two of them.

She was overly flirty and Niall flirted right back. She was a friend of Niall's and he was" just talking". He knew that she was flirty. Especially, with the excessive touching and what not this girl seem to do.

Someone was taking pictures of the backstage and captured Niall and this chick together. They made it look way worse than it really was.

You just left with your best friend, because it hurt. You didn't want to sit there and watch that. Niall noticed that you were gone. But he was about to go out on stage and there wasn't much he could do at that moment.

The pictures leaked and there was a photograph of Niall kissing the girl's cheek. All you could feel was anger towards this. Towards him. You were his girlfriend. He shouldn't be kissing on other girls.

Especially girls who were that pretty.

On top of that, it was a new relationship with you and Niall. As in no sex.

When Niall did come around that night, your friend was leaving at the same time.

"Y/N... I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You just ran away, didn't let me say anything." Niall frowned a bit and searched your eyes.

You bit your lip... Unsure. You just didn't know. You felt betrayed and this wasn't the first time Niall had hurt you. It wasn't like you were suddenly angry. There were other things. "There are always other girls" "This is more drama than it is worth" "Yeah, that sucks, but what about my problems?" All of this sucked so greatly. You were almost afraid he'd just leave you. You didn't want that. You wanted the exact opposite. But at least now he was afraid that you were going to leave. You preferred it that way.

"This isn't just one little fight, you realize? You treat me like... like, I'm disposable. I'm not. I don't need you. You make it seem like a favor by being with me. It's fucking not." You point out and fold your arms. You weren't going to let this go. This was the bullshit that you didn't have to deal with.

"Yer anything but disposable..." He frowned and searched your face.

"Ni..." You shook your head. He didn't get it.

"Yer my girl." Niall spoke with sincerity and seriousness in his tone.

"No. I'm not." You folded your arms and lean to one side. "If I was, you wouldn't—"

His hands were on your cheeks, "Yer not. I like you. I want you. And only you." His words were rushed out before his lips pressed against yours.

Before you realized what was happening Niall had picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, his lips fervent on yours. His warm lips were hard against yours; his tongue presses against your lips and you eagerly open your mouth.

The warm taste of mint and something else—scotch.

Niall started towards the stairs, you weren't sure how he had his wits about him to go to the stairs towards the room. But you didn't mind.

His lips didn't leave yours the whole time. He shut the door with his foot and finally the two of you pull away. But you didn't want to be apart from him right now.

Niall had the same idea as he pushed all of the pillows off of your bed. He pinned you down to the bed with his body is crushed to yours. His lips hard on yours again.