Omegle |n.h.| completed

XXI. ¿Mi casa es tu casa?

Make yourself at my home, tell me where you been. Pour yourself something cold, baby, cheers to this.

I hummed along with the classical music playing in the background in my room. I had just taken all my exams, and I think I did pretty well. Niall was coming back soon, maybe today. I didn't remember.

I had just gone to IKEA and bought Niall a bunch of stuff for his house. The only thing in it was a bed.
I had also printed out  some photos of us and  some of him with the boys and put them around his room in frames.

I'm just a sucker for them. I didn't know if I should include Zayn, I don't know his status with him. I still printed some and put them in the closet in case he ever wants to hang them up.

Just as I was going to get my shoes on to get coffee, Niall called.

"Hey baby!" Niall greeted

"Hey! Have you landed?" I scrunched my shoulder to my ear and tied my shoes.

"Yeah, where are you?"

"I'm home." I grabbed my jacket and grabbed my keys. I heard him call out my name multiple times.

"You're not here?" What?

"...Niall I'm at my house."

"This is your house."

WHAT?

"Niall I'm coming over." I hung up and got into the car. I was annoyed.

He really thought that I was going to share a house with him? I'm just 17.  But oh sh.it.

He doesn't know that.

I've been lying about my age the whole time. He can't know. It will ruin him. Wreck him. He'll leave me. Well we aren't really even together.

I pulled up to the gated entrance and put in the pass-code. Niall was leaning on one of the pillars in front of house. His arms were crossed and from the way he was standing, he was pissed.

I parked and walked up to him. "Let's talk."

He didn't say anything as he walked into the empty living room. "Niall, we both know I can't live here."

He grumbled something and still stood with his arms crossed. His muscles were bulging. Niall had been working out.

Niall was pissing me off a lot. "I have my studies! I want to get into a nice college next year. I can't have any distractions." As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I regretted them. But Niall never even flinched at the words.

"Don't worry. I've been called a distraction many times."

"Niall--"

"No Abilene."

"Niall I'm only--"

"18! Abilene you're 18! you could do anything you wanted because you are a adult."

Was I really just about to tell him I was 17?
I sighed. I couldn't let him live like this. But my brain and heart weren't synchronized. "You're right. I am an adult."

He sighed in relief  that I had agreed but his hands were pulling on the roots of his hair out of stress.

"But--"

He growled and pinned me against the wall. "This conversation," his blue eyes stared me down "Is over." Niall kissed me hard. His hips pushed into mine, making me moan.

"I've missed you so much baby." He whispered "Jump." I wrapped my legs around his torso and we went up the steps.

I now pushed my hips into his as soon as we fell on the bed. "This is going to need to come off." Niall pulled on my shirt. I flipped us over so now I was straddling Niall. I pulled the shirt off my body, glad that I wore a interesting bra.

"F.uck. Why are you so beautiful?" Niall asked as his eyes roamed my body. I tugged on his shirt and he took it off, throwing it across the room.

I went down on him and he moaned in delight. Suddenly, he was in sitting position and I was in front of his legs. Uh oh.

"Do you think that you can get away with those photos you sent me, Princess?"