My Little Ballerina (Niall Horan fanfic)

A Dirty Night

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Everything was pitch dark as I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The only light was coming from the tv, that was playing Scarlett's favorite movie. I think I have watch Angelina ballerina the movie over a hundred times. Right across from the tv were an unconscious harry, sketch and scarlett. I think scarlett gave them a run for there money because they all looked so tired. Looking down at the floor i couldn't help but let out a small gasp. It was covered in pop corn, tootie rolls and grummy worms. This is going to be a pain to clean up.

"We have something to finish!" niall came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and bringing his lips onto my neck. I couldn't help but pool at how amazing he made me feel at this moment and I knew this wasn't even the beginning. Nialls hands traveled up and down my body. And found my hand.

"Come on, doll" he pulled me towards my room. Walking down the hallway and into my room. I walked toward my bed but before I could get on niall grabbed my wrist. Whipping my body back to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"I was..." I pointed to the bed but didn't even get to finish my sentence before niall cut me off.

"no no no babe. Were doing this my way!" his voice much huskier now than a few seconds ago.

"What are..." I began but before I knew it I was slammed into the wall next to my night stand.

"Niall, please" I begged

A dark little chuckled escaped Niall's lips and I could feel his hot breath on your face, since there was only an inch between our faces. His free hand moved to your cheek and he started to stroke it with the back of it.

"I wanted you to relax, baby"

He latched his lips onto mine again making the sensation this sensation at the pit of my stomach drive me wild.

Niall reached into his back pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs and came even closer to me. Taking my wrists and pinning them above my head.

Where did he get those from? I guess you could see the confusion on my face because niall answered my thoughts.

"The police officer never took them back. Might as well but them to good use" Niall released his grip on my arms as he locked them into his handcuffs and cuffed me to the coat rack that was hanging above my head against the wall. Why do I have this in my room again?

Niall took a stepback leaving me squirming at his mercy. Looking at me up and down as if I were a popsicle on hot summer day.

"You don't understand what you do to me, zoe." He said not taking his eyes from my body.

Niall began to step closer to me but he bent down in a sudden pain "Ow! where de fuck." niall said, looking down at the floor to see what he had stepped on. Lifting his foot you saw it was one of Scarlett's Legos. I couldn't help but giggle a bit and Niall's head snapped back to me.

"You think that was funny, baby?" he spoke, coming closer to me again.

"Wait til we're done with you, sweetheart. That's gonna be real funny." I gulped and closed my eyes, over thinking how I landed in the weird scenario I'm in. I mean of course I wanted to sleep with niall but when did things get so kinky.

It were only several minutes ago that I were standing outside in the living room. Thinking about how I would get all the pop corn, tootsie roll and gummy worms off the carpet and before I knew it, I'm cuffed against the wall. Only several minutes ago I had the full control over my body, but now..now I'm were "forced" to surrender and had to let the Irish men do with you whatever he wanted with me. But not like I'm complaining...