My New Step-Brother (A Niall Horan/1D fanfic)

Chapter 23 ~ Lay With Me

{THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT JUST STOP WHEN YOU SEE THIS _____ AND START READING WHEN YOU SEE THIS ____ AGAIN. THANK YOU - xSTAYWEIRDx}

*Gaby's POV*

Gladly, they found the guy who had the gun, and took him to jail. Now we are back home! Well actually Harry and I are back home, everyone else left to I don't know where. I grab my MAC and open it, typing my password in. I log on to twitter, since I haven't been on lately. Woah! I got 1,200 more followers! I tap on the kind paper symbol, to write a tweet.

'@Gaby_Delta1: I feel...... so lonely, right now.' I send the tweet, and it suddenly had 50 retweets, and 76 replies. I scroll through the screen reading the replies.

'@MichelleS98: @Gaby_Delta1 that's how you deserve to be, all lonely.'

'@Unicornsdofly: @Gaby_Delta1 get used to the feeling, bcuz everyone is going to leave you'

'@Hanna_Styles7: @Gaby_Delta1 Don't pay attention to those bitches, they are only jealous of you. Btw you are beautiful.'

Aw, that's adorable. I click on her username, and as soon as it loads I tap the follow button, watching as it turns blue. I reply her by saying.

'@Gaby_Delta1: @Hanna_Styles7: Thank you, comments like yours make my day.'

My MAC makes a beeping sound, announcing, there was a new reply. I go to the tweet again and look at the reply.

'Harry_Styles: @Gaby_Delta1 then come downstairs!'

He's a cutie isn't he. I close my computer, and I stand up from my bed. My stomach growls, asking for food. So I walk downstairs to get dinner. When I get downstairs I find Harry sitting on the living room couch, watching reruns of The Vampire Diaries. I wonder why is he watching this. Is it because they have hot actresses or because he actually likes cold hearted blood sucking vampires? Oh well whatever. It's none of my bussiness. I proceed to the kitchen to get my meal. I open the fridge, to find some vegetables and cake. I grab the cake, cutting a medium sized piece. I know who eats cake, like at 5:30 pm, well I do deal with it. I wonder if Harry wants cake.

"Harry do you want cake?" I ask, yelling so he can hear me.

"Yes, please" he answers back. I grab another plate, cutting a piece for Harry, and place it on the plate. I return the cake to its place, grab two spoons, and walk out with both cakes in my hands. I walk out of the kitchen, taking a seat on the couch, passing the cake to Harry.

"Thank you!" He says taking a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

"You're welcome" I answer, as I start eating my cake. We remain silent the rest of time, until we finish our cakes. I return my plate to the kitchen, as I'm followed by Harry behind me. I stand there without moving, and I feel Harry's body pressed against my back. He gently pulls my hair to a side, and leans down. I feel his lips touching my skin, as they began to suck on it. After awhile he finds my sweet spot which is where my neck meets my shoulder, and starts to suck even more. I bite my lips, so the moan doesn't come out, but I fail to do it. A slight moan escapes my lips.

"Why don't we go upstairs?" he whispers. I nod, as his hand grabs mine, leading me to my room. I manage not to fall off the stairs, as we walk into my room. He closes the door. He cupped my face in his hands, staring into my eyes.

"Are you sure, you want to do this?" he asks.

"Yes" I state, making sure he sees that I'm ready. Or at least he believes that I am. I'm actually nervous about it. Remember that time we played truth or dare, and Zayn asked who was a virgin and didn't raised my hand. Well... I lied. I just thought, that if I said the truth they will laugh at me.