Carmel Crest» n.h. | Discontinued

Twelve

I'm baaaaaack :--)

The blowjob
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Twelve:

Guess who got clean up duty alone? Sadly, me. It had came to realization how stupid I was being. With everything really. With the whole prank war, feuds, crushes. But then part of me was still slightly afraid of Niall. He was a bastard who slept with any living thing with a hole of any kind sure, but I knew a deep Niall long ago. One who didn't have sex in other people's beds and leave remnants, one who didn't play with girls hearts, and one who didn't run away.

I picked up any glow sticks and cups I could find and put them all in a trash bag. Everything was really quiet. All that could be heard was the pecking of birds. It all felt, unproblematic. Like I could let go. And it also made me really tired.

My pace purposely slow. Given the fact that I didn't even want to be picking up other people's trash. I wanted to lay in bed, maybe visit Harry, sneak into town. Maybe I could do that. But that was a major risk to take. It is okay to wish for things that may not happen.

Niall kept his eyes trained on the ground as he approached me. His hands were in his pockets and he took deep breaths.

"I really don't want to talk right now." I tried not to look him in the eye. I hadn't talked talked to him since the whole condom incident.

"Well then don't. Just listen." He sighed. I fiddled with a glows stock in my hand. Even though it had been lit all night, it still glowed. It was faint, but it still glowed. "I'm sorry." He stood quite for a moment just staring at me.

After minutes of silence, he shook his head and threw his arms up. "Aren't you going to say anything?" He asked.

"There isn't much I can do with an apology." I snapped. He groaned.

"I apologized." He tossed his head back.

"And tainted my sheets." I pointed out.

"Okay! I did help you when you lost your bottoms." Niall tried.

"I wanna know something. Why was I naked?" As long as I didn't sleep with Niall, everything was all good.

"You threw up on the ones you were wearing. I took you back to your cabin to change and because you were smashed. When I changed you, you kept complaining it was too hot. You stripped down and went to bed after that." He scratched the back of his head, recalling the memory

"So if I want to bed, how the actual fuck did you end up having sex in my bed?" I inquired. By now, the glow stick was on back on the ground, and my hand were picking at my finger nails.

"I came to check on you. When I came back, you were gone. All you clothes were still on the ground. I was about to find you, but I go distracted with other things. When you came back, we had finished, and we put you back in bed." He explained.

"I'm still mad. But you are forgiven. Next time, take it somewhere else. I don't care if it's in a tree. Just never again, in my bed." I begged. Niall still seems embarrassed.

"Unless it's with you." He smirked. Every ounce of shame he had was now 10 feet below us.

"If I had a dick, this is where I'd tell you to suck it." I deadpanned. Niall's eyes widened but he recovered with a chuckle.