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"Just have a little bit Jill," Niall begged, shaking a bottle that held one of my favorite liquors.
"No, I promised Harry that I'd be sober when he came home tonight. He's already caught me with a glass bottle in my hand about every night since you guys have been back in the studio. He asked me to be alcohol free tonight when he came back from the interview with Zayn & I promised him I would."
Niall rolled his eyes, taking a swig of the drink before he spoke, "One sip won't hurt you. Don't be a pansy."
"I'm not a pansy," I shot back, grabbing the bottle out of his hand.
My head tilted back as the sweet tasting liquid traveled down my throat.
Before I knew it Niall & I were fighting over the bottle of alcohol, seeing who could finish it last.
What was a playful game of who could drink the most shots of whatever alcohol was found in the liquor cabinet turned into a competition to see who wasn't the biggest pussy.
"If you're as brave as you say you are are then kiss me," Niall spoke in his thick Irish accent.
"I have a boyfriend," I muttered.
"Pff, so? That shouldn't stop you from having just a little fun."
"That's called cheating on him."
"A peck on the lips isn't. Just one, for me. Do it Jill, please."
I huffed out a breath full of air before giving in on the action, pushing away the voice in the back of my head telling me it was a bad idea.
I scooted closer to Niall, placing my hand on his thigh before leaning in as close as I could into him. My lips were just centimeters away from his, negative thoughts about this running through my head.
Before I could make up the thought of if I was sure I wanted to do this or not Niall's soft lips crashed into mine.
I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I granted him entrance, shivering once his tongue found mine.
We made out for a good five minutes before Niall pushed my body down on the couch & began to remove my clothing.
Leaving me in only my bra & panties, Niall hovered over me, pecking my lips before trailing a line of kisses from my neck down to my belly button.
Thoughts of how wrong it was to do this while Harry was so loyal to me argued with the thoughts of how much I wanted this Irish boy to be inside me before I pushed all of it aside, trying not to worry about what would happen if Harry would ever find out.
Niall, one of Harry's best friends, hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them down to my ankles & taking them completely off me.
His hands bent my knees up, spreading them apart, before his head dipped in between them.
I let out an echoing moan as his tongue slipped inside me while his thumb ran circles over my button.
His hand caressed my thigh, increasing the intense feeling in my stomach. I latched my fingers to the back of his head, forcing his tongue farther inside.
"F-f-f-fuck," I exclaimed.
Niall's thumb circled faster on my throbbing clit, aiming me closer to my orgasm.
Before I could reach my high I heard a throat clearing causing Niall to stop his actions.
My head whipped around to see a very confused and angered Harry standing in the doorway of the living area.
