"Curly?" His sweetly crocked morning voice whispers against my up faced cheek. And I smile.
"Curly." His tone now turning a little winy as he knows I'm awake.
"What Niall?" I ask, my eyes still close. He doesn't say anything, a response to get me to open my eyes. When I do, he's there.
His large blue orbs looking down on me adoringly. He smiles, showing his now strait teeth. I had loved Niall's crooked ones, but it wasn't my choice to fix them, it was managements.
"What?" I repeat.
"Nothing," He smirks. "I just wanted to see your eyes."
"Niall, I'm tired."
"Not for long." He chuckles, climbing on top of me. My eyes widen before his fingers start attacking my sides.
"Niall! Niall stop!" I bursts out laugh at his tickling touch. "Please! No-please!" I try wriggle out from underneath him, but it's no use. He has me trapped beneath him. His cute and generous laugh echoes throughout our bedroom as he continues with his assault.
"Niall! I can't breath!" I admit between giggle fits.
"I'll stop as soon as you admit you love me." He teases and quickly kisses my scrunched nose.
"Never!" I protest and he moves his fingers up and down my sides, increasing the tickling and sending my blood pressure even higher.
"Admit it!" He commands with a grin.
"No!" I insist, pushing my hand against his natural flushed cheek in an attempt to get him off me. His lips press against my palm.
"Admit that you love me, Curly! Just say it and I'll stop." He continues. Taking pleasure in seeing me thrashing about giggling below him.
"Fine! Fine! I do, please stop."
"Say it." He encourages.
"I love you, Niall! I love you Niall!" I laugh in defeat. And his ticklish torture stops.
"I love you too." He smiles down at me. I'm not given a moment to catch my breath before he leans down and presses his perfect lips against mine. But I don't complain.
Niall lowers himself onto me, careful to not crush me with his full weight. But he still presses himself against me. I can feel his sweet minted breath in my mouth and his tongue is making it's way across my bottom lip. My hands roam his smooth neck before threading through his blond hair. I know we wont go that far, Niall had insisted we get married first but I can't, we're too young but I know what I want. Him and no one else. It's a miracle that he feels the same.
Despite our marriage deal, Niall's forward actions right now are giving me mixed signals.
His hips are rolling into mine as he kisses me. And I love it.
"Curly." He breaths between one of our heated kisses.
"Niall." I whisper back. And his lips connect with my jaw. Caressing sweet kisses along my jaw line and down my neck. My breath is hitching and I can't swallow. I stare up at the sealing as he buries his face in the crock of my neck.
"I love you." He whispers against my hot skin.
"I-I love y-you too." I answer weakly, and he brings his face back to mine, smirking.
My tummy rumbles, ruining the sweet moment.
"Hungry?" He chuckles and I bit my lip torn.
I want to carry on kiss this beautiful boy, but I am ready for breakfast. Niall knows me to well, and rolls off of me.
"Come on love, lets go get something to eat." He suggests, holding out his hand for me. I accept it with a smile.
God, I love this Irish boy.
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-By Ellie.
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