Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

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I woke up in Niall's hotel room. His arms were around my waist tightly. As soon as he realized I was up, he smiled and kissed my head. "Good afternoon, love. Wanna go grab a bite to eat?" I smiled as well and remembered earlier. I sighed and sat up in bed. I realized I had no clothes on at that moment and covered myself with the sheet.

Niall grinned at my reaction. "Your clothes are in the bathroom, babe."

"Thanks," I smiled at him and walked to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower, and then I slipped my clothes back on. I walked into the living room and Niall was sitting on the couch. Harry and Louis were in the kitchen talking softly. I plopped on the couch by Niall and he grinned.

He planted his lips onto mine and I smiled. I slid my hand into his and leaned away. I looked around the room, not knowing what to do next. I caught Harry looking at me. I quickly looked away. I wasn't gonna get into anything like the last time again today.

"Babe, wanna do something today?" Niall asked me curiously. I pursed my lips.

"Umm, I dunno, do you have something in mind?"

"Maybe, we could go bowling or something." I nodded slowly. I only said yes because I wanted to leave the hotel room. I didn't want to talk to Harry again, or be around him. It was really awkward. I didn't want it to be. We used to be like brother and sister.

"When do you wanna leave, sweetie?"

"Now, I guess." He stood up, not letting his hand slip out of mine while walking toward the kitchen counter. He grabbed his hotel room key and his phone. Harry glanced at me over Louis' shoulder and I turned my head the other way. We walked out of the room and I exhaled.

I didn't want it to be awkward anymore. "Babe, you okay?" Niall looked into my eyes with a concerned stare. I nodded quickly. I didn't answer with actual words, because when I tell a lie my voice gets high and weird. We walked to the elevator and out to his car.

The car ride was silent except for music. We got to the bowling alley and rented shoes. When we got the game started, Niall assured me he would go easy on me. I grinned, his comment reminding me of earlier. About halfway through the first game, Niall ordered a pizza and some fries. It didn't surprise me, he was always hungry.

I took a slice, taking a small bite while Niall took a large bite. I shook my head. Sometimes, it seemed he loved food as much as me. I finished the last bite, and he took some fries. "I'm gonna go bowl, babe," I kissed him on the head and walked back to the lanes.

I bowled a spare, and when I got back to the table, I saw Niall had ordered a beer. "Niall, you drink too much."

"If you want me to drink less, I will. But I can't stop, I'm an Irishman," he laughed.

"Just make sure you can still drive." He nodded and took another drink. "It's your turn." He got up and slipped past me. He was already almost finished with his first beer and he couldn't walk in a straight line. He surprisingly got nine pins.

"Could I get another beer?" he shouted to the waiter. The waiter turned around quickly and rushed to the bar. Niall knocked down the other pin and fell to the floor to be funny. "Woo!" I went up and helped him up.

"My turn," I said.

"Okay." He stood and walked back to the table. I inhaled and exhaled and rolled the ball. All ten pins dropped.

"Yay!" I giggled. Niall walked closer to me and brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Hey, maybe you should go back to my hotel room and play with a different set of balls." His teeth grazed my earlobe and a shiver spread throughout my body. He grabbed my hand and started running toward the doors of the bowling alley. I screeched and began giggling.

"How many beers have you had, Niall?"

"Two." He got in the front seat of the car and I got in the passenger seat quickly. He began driving at a scarily fast speed down the highway.

"Niall slow down!" I chuckled nervously as the words escaped my mouth. In under five minutes, we arrived at the hotel. He pulled me out of the passenger seat and ran me to the elevator. His steps were wobbily and he could barely press the fifth floor button.

Niall shakily slipped the key into the door and ran into the hotel room, still dragging me behind. I giggled again when he pulled me past the bedroom door. "Kallista?" I turned around to see Harry.

"I-I-I-I can't talk now," my voice was shaking. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. I grinned at Harry and slammed the door. Niall spinned me around and gripped my hips. His lips met mine and his tongue ran across my bottom lip.

I gripped his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. My lips went to his neck and searched for a vein. I sucked on the first one I found and a groan escaped Niall's lips. "Sit on the bed," I whispered into his ear. He stepped back quickly and sat on the bed.

I got on my knees on the floor and got closer to him. His breathing was getting louder. I reached for his jeans button and undid it. I tried to stop my hands from shaking so I could unzip the zipper moments later. I grabbed the sides of his jeans and slid them down.

My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I could practically hear Niall's heart pounding, too. There was a bulge growing slowly in his underwear. I rubbed my hand over it and he groaned. I inhaled another shaky breath before pulling those to the floor as well.

His erection was still growing. I didn't know if I could do this right or not, but I was going to wing it. I reached up to grip it with my fist, pumping it up and down. Niall moaned, and I got up off my knees to kiss him. I wanted to extend the intimacy. "Ooh."

I got back down onto my knees and gulped. I wasn't sure what to do. I just leaned in and sucked the tip. Niall winced and gripped the bedsheets. One of his hands gripped my hair as I sucked farther down. "Oh, God," he moaned.

I pumped my head up and down and just assumed I was doing it right according to Niall's reaction. His forehead and neck and chest were sweaty, and his moans were loud. He pulled my hair into a ponytail with his fist and pulled at it.

I sucked harder at his throbbing erection as he pulled at the ends of my hair. "Kallista," he said under his breath, a moan escaping his lips shortly afterwards. "Shit, I-" his hips couldn't stay still anymore. He yanked my hair one last time and I winced.

The salty taste hit me like an ocean wave. I groaned, and swallowed it right away. Eww. "Oh my God, holy shit." He laid back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. "Wow, where did you learn to do that?"

"Nowhere, I guess I just read a lot."