If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 28 - My Baby

Katie came running back in, a silly look on her face. She grins, giggling. Looking over her shoulder right as Harry and James chased her.

Jealous shot through my entire body as Harry grabs her and holds her down, James tickling her

She was gorgeous and amazing. I could lose her to any one. It was obvious Harry use to fancy her. He probably still does.

My fists clench in rage at the thought of loosing her to him.

I couch awkwardly as she tries to get away.

Attention turns to me. Harry letting go of his grip. She scampers away, jumping to my side. "SAVE ME FROM THE MINONS NIALL!" She cries jokingly.

Her nose buried in my neck, her chest pressed the mine. Her hot breathe on my skin making my skin crawl with goosebumps. In a good way.

Her hands leave my chest as the beeps on the heart monitor speed up. Just like my breathing. She looks at the machine in worry.

The two boys smirking at me.

"What's wrong?" She mutters staring at it.

"I- er-... nothing." I ramble.

She looks at me raising an eyebrow.

"It's not nothing Niall. You're heart rate just raised rapidly then dropped back down. You do realize how dangerous that is right? This could be serious."

Her palm caresses my cheek as she sits back down.

My breathing hitches as she lets her fingers run up to my hair.

Both of her hands go up as she leans up. I gulp at the closeness of her chest to my face.

This girl is trying to kill me...

"You need at hair cut Niall." She mutters at the tips of my fingers in between her fingers. Her leaning even closer

The machine start again. She pulls away rapidly, looking at the machine again.

"It's doing it again! Why?!" She groans running a hand through her hair. My heart speeds up at the sight.

"YOU, YA IDIOT!" James howls in laughter as the two finally break down.

She cocks her head back and looks at me in confusion.

I grab her hand, guided it to my heart. It lingers there as I pull her in for a kiss.

My heart speeding up furiously during it.

She gasps, breaking away.

"Only you do this to me." I admit, holding her hand to my chest.

She smiles weakly looking away.

She sits in her thoughts. Then a look of disgust runs over her face.

"Wait so... when I was touching your hair...." she trails off.

I blush furiously. Looking away in defeat at her accusation.

"OH MY GOD!" She cries riping her hand from my chest. "EW! EW! EW! YOU DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!" she hits me with an extra pillow from off the counter.

The two off to the side laughing at us in amusement.

I laugh, shielding myself with my forearm.

I grab at it pulling her with the fluffy item.

"Am I really the one to blame here? I'm a teenage lad and you come up with 'Your hair. You need a hair cut.'." I mock, pulling her onto my lap.