One Direction One Shots 3

Club Antics (Niall)

*Niall POV*

I watched her across the club, making her body move to the beat of the Dubstep music blasting through the club. We had broken up not two weeks ago, and I was dying without her by my side. 

I laughed to myself as she climbed onto the bar, taking the bottle of vodka from the bar tender and downing half of it. She handed it back, but not before giving him a flirtatious wink, before moving her hips to the heavy beat. Her (y/h/c) was flowing in loose curls down her lace clad back. Her denim shorts sparkled slightly due to the studs and the laugh she emitted passed through the loud bass and into my ears. She looked over in my direction and smiled slightly before getting off the bar and heading towards the bathrooms. 

"Hey, Sean. I’ll meet up with you later alright?" I called out to him, but I doubt he heard me, seeing as he was more interested in the red head to his right. 

I made my way to the back where the bathrooms were and heard sobs coming from behind the door. I listened to the voice, wanting to go in there and hold her. Make her feel better. Because I knew that Y/N was as hurt as I was. 

*Y/N POV*

I went to the club to feel better. I didn’t want to have to admit to Niall that I missed him because what if he didn’t feel the same about me? I missed waking up every morning in his arms. I missed just having him by my side twenty four seven. I missed his touch and smell. I missed him running his hands through my hair when I was frustrated, which was a lot lately. 

I saw him with his friend Sean, talking to two bimbos at the other side of the club. I thought getting up on the bar and making an ass out of myself would get his attention and it did. But he probably just looked at me then back to the bimbo. 

I wanted him. I took out my phone but I lost myself, crying at how the background was still us. I hadn’t gotten around to changing it and I quickly shut it. I slid down to the floor and held my knees to my chest. 

There was a small knock at the door. 

"Occupied," I hiccuped. 

"Maybe you can make an exception." My head turned at the sound of his voice, my mood lightening by a hundred percent. I quickly stood up and opened the door, seeing him there in his mustache shirt and tattered jeans. “Hi Y/N."

I stared at him for a couple of seconds before throwing myself into his arms. His arms wrapped around me quickly and he pushed us back into the bathroom. I felt his hand go through my hair like I liked it, making me feel calmer and safer.I let the last of my tears slip down my cheeks and onto his white shirt. I leaned my head against his shoulder, taking in the smell of his cologne that I bought him for his birthday. 

"I missed you." The words came out as nothing more than a whisper, but I knew he heard me. He heard everything I said, even when I didn’t want him to. “I missed you so much Niall."

He turned his head slightly and kissed my temple. “I missed you too, princess. I hated being without you for two weeks. It was the worst two weeks I’ve ever felt. I wanna be yours again."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him in for a hug. “I want to be yours too," I whispered into his ear. 

I felt him lean down and press his lips to my sweet spot, behind my ear. “I’ve missed your touch on me. Your lips, your tongue, your hands. I’ve thought about you every night Y/N." He pressed his hands against my lower back, pressing me into him. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, making me feel excited slightly as well. “We could go back to our place. What do you say babe?"

I looked up at him. He had his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his eyes turning a dark blue as I continued looking at him. “You have to kiss me first," I whispered.