pillowtalk ♡ njh

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song of the chapter is, one night by lil yachty.

niall—

walking into the apartment, i immediately see a pair of heels next to the doorway. i was confused at first, then i remembered i gave leslie an extra key.

"hey niall, how was your day?" les asked, standing up from her spot on the couch. she was wearing a black and white striped shirt, my shirt to be precise, with no pants. not gonna lie, but her legs looked great.

"it was okay, what about yours?" i settled into the couch, les then climbing onto my lap, straddling me.

"good too!" she smiled before adding, "notice anything different?" she pulled the rubber band holding her hair in a bun off, and messed with her now, short all dark hair—down to her shoulders. before it was long, with blondish ombrè.

i was shocked by this, completely shocked. it literally took my breath away, i coughed because i gasped too much air. she looked absolutely stunning, so beautiful. that i'm now regretting that i only want her when i'm bored.

"goddamn," i muttered under my breath.

"is it good? the lady cut off a little more than i expected if i gotta be honest..." she rambled on, saying how the ladies kept speaking chinese and she was for sure they were mouthing off.

but i didn't pay attention to a word she said, because i couldn't even come close to understanding how beautiful this girl on my lap was. i wanted to get away, because the more i surround myself with her, the more likely i am to fall in love. but i just can't get away, i'm so goddamn attached. i don't know if it's how... how she can speak another language, or how she giggles, or how she makes messes in my room, leaving clothes all over the floor and hanging her bras on door knobs all over the house.

"are you listening?" she asked, interrupting my thoughts. she started to play with her bra strap, i couldn't take my eyes off because now i was turned on. "niall?"

my eyes landed on her face, then trailed down her body. she then frowned, "niall listen to my story, it's great i swear." i shook my head and pulled her face into mine, kissing her intensely.

she nodded into the kiss, like she was waiting for me to do this. grinding her body against mine, before she took her shirt off and threw it across the room.

"fuck," i groaned. she wouldn't stop teasing, she thought she could be dominant. i flipped our position, so we were now laying on the couch and i was on top—pinning her hands above her head. i kissed down her neck, making sure to leave marks. my lips trailed down to her chest, then you know... other places.

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"niall why are we eating out? can't we just get some thai food and watch every romantic movie on netflix?" leslie whined, with her arms across her chest. she wasn't even getting ready for fuck's sake, she was just wearing heels and underwear.

"not my thing..." i grumply mumbled, throwing her bra to her like a sling-shot. it hit her face, and that made me laugh.

she sighed, "not my thing, not my thing, not my thing..." she said over and over again, putting her dress on.

"you know i'm not into that romantic type of shit."

"yes, i'm fucking aware." she snapped, grabbing her purse and leaving the house.

this is gonna be a long night.

"table for two please," les said to the host. the host nodded, before grabbing two menus and making her way to a table. leslie and i took our seats.

"your waiter will be with you shortly," the host smiled and walked away. les took her phone out, and started taking pictures of me to post. i started to panic, taking pictures of eachother is like a symbol that two people are together.

"stop les." i said, looking down at my plate.

"niall it's just a picture," she giggled. she continued to do it, and i couldn't take it.

"les fucking quit." i whisper-yelled, "we aren't a couple—quit trying to make us seem like it."

"you're the one who brought me on a date, it looks like a date from other people's perspective dumbass!" and after that, it was complete silence.

"hello my name is emilia, an—" the waitress stopped mid-sentence after she took notice of who i was.

"hello emilia," i winked.

"mr. horan," emilia mumbled, rolling her eyes. "can i start you guys off with some drinks?" she then added, taking her note pad out.

"i didn't know you worked here, i thought you worked at the theater... as a janitor?" i asked, with a small smirk on my face.

"ha ha, hilarious."

i felt a small kick under the table, i immediately  looked at leslie. shit, i totally forgot she was here.

leslie coughed up a fake cough, catching emilia's attention as well. "two waters please," she smiled.

emilia nodded, "coming right up." then she disappeared behind two doors on the other side of the restaurant. i couldn't keep my eyes off her.

"do you want me to leave? because i think you and little waitress will do just fine without me." leslie announced, before suddenly getting up from her seat.

"no sit down, don't start this shit." i said, getting up and walking to her. "i'm eating with you, not emilia."

leslie sat back down, "i'd appreciate if you just, not say her name." i nodded and returned to my seat.

after a few minutes of chatting, emilia came back with two waters. she gently set one on each side, then took her note pad out again.

"are you guys ready to order?" she asked, and in the light her brown eyes sparkled. and i don't know if that's naturally how her eyes are or if it's because there's a big chandelier above us.

"salad for me please," leslie smiled a fake smile and slammed the menu shut. she then handed the menu to emilia, but before emilia could grab it, leslie dropped it and the menu fell on her water therefore making it spill.

"oh my god! you're such a clumsy, useless waiter! can we get another waiter?" leslie shouted, the entire restaurant had their eyes on her.

let me tell you, emilia looked frightened. emilia was younger than leslie, and much shorter. she was confused and didn't know what to do, but i could see her eyes getting glossy. emilia just sighed, and picked the menu and glass pieces up. her hand started to bleed because of the small pieces of glass she was picking up. it was so much that blood trickled down her hand on to the white table cloth. she walked away, and never came back.

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ayyyye it's been a while ;*