Last First Kiss (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

**This is kinda short, but 8 votes for chapter 10 :)**

I jolted awake to the realization I was having a nightmare. I shook my head slowly and rubbed my forehead as I sighed softly. It was dark outside, and I was still at Niall's hotel. "Babe, how come you're up so early?" Niall asked from the left side of the bed.

"Nightmare," I informed him quietly. He reached for me, and pulled my body into his strong grip. I laid my head on his chest, being able to hear his slow heartbeat.

"You're safe, baby." We laid there for what seemed like minutes, but I'm sure was an hour or more. I listened to his calm breathing and his even heartbeat. The moment was too perfect to let go of. But it had to end sometime.

"What time is it?" I mumbled. I looked up at Niall expectantly, and he reached toward the nightstand, his phone lighting up.

"Five o' clock," he said slowly, his morning voice deep and throaty.

"I love you," I said to Niall, sliding farther up in the bed to him. His grip tightened around my waist.

"I love you, too." His rough, plump lips connected with mine. He rolled me over on him and chuckled underneath me. He kissed me again and I smiled, running my hand through his tangled hair.

"I have to go get dressed, Nialler."

"Just stay a little longer!" he begged, his lips kissing mine for a third time. My fist pushed against his hard chest, and I groaned while sitting up. "Babe," he whined, his hand grasping mine tightly and pulling me back down close to him again.

"Okay, I'll stay for a little while," I said quietly, laying my head on his chest again. He sighed, his chest deflating under my head. It was quiet for a few moments, until Niall broke the silence.

"Why do you have to go to school today?" His voice held exasperation, followed by a groan.

"It's the law, baby," I giggled lightly into his neck. I kissed his neck softly and his fingers combed through my hair. He moaned lightly as my teeth grazed his neck, the moan vibrating through his chest. A moment passed as Niall's breathing slowed again.

"You must really care about your education," he breathily mumbled.

"Not really." I closed my eyes again and let the air out of my chest. "But I have to get ready now." I sat up and climbed off of Niall. I grabbed my clothes off of the floor, covering my chest up and walking slowly to the bathroom.

"Don't take too long," Niall replied slowly. I shut the bathroom door quietly, seeing as it was early in the morning. I set my clothes on the bathroom counter next to my bag, unzipping my bag nextly. I grabbed my clean clothes and makeup and set it on the counter by the sink.

I tiptoed over to the shower and put the hot water on. The shower roared to life, most likely waking up the people in the next room as I jumped back. When I got out of the shower, I dried my arms, legs, face, hair, back, and body. I then slipped into my clothes and looked into the mirror.

My brown hair was dripping on the floor, and I had dark circles under my eyes. I unzipped my makeup bag and put my face makeup on quickly. I noticed my face being a little shinier than normal. I put extra powder on to hide the glow.

I put foundation and concealer on my lovebites and covered them with powder. I opened my eyeliner and swiped it on my eyes. I twisted my mascara open and put it on my eyelashes. I picked up my brush and took out the tangles in my hair.

When I was finally finished, I walked back out into the other room. Niall was dressed in only sweatpants, and he was sat up in bed watching TV. The flickering television was casting shadows on his toned chest and stomach, and the bed was pulling his sweats down to reveal his v-lines.

Niall noticed my staring, and began to grin. I rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks get really hot. I ran my hand through my hair as I walked over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Niall frowned. He motioned for me to sit next to him, and I climbed up to where he was.

"Did you do your homework?" he asked into my ear. I chuckled and grasped his hand.

"I have alternate days, remember?" I said. Niall pulled my long, brunette hair over my shoulder and brushed it lightly with his fingers.

"You have beautiful hair." His hand moved my sleeve down in order to kiss my shoulder. I shivered in reply, and he put my sleeve back in place. He then put his hands around my hips, setting me on his lap. My hand traveled up to caress his face, afterward connecting our lips in a kiss.

This kiss lasted longer than the three from earlier. It was heavier, and passionate. My hand pressed against his stomach and his hand tangled in my hair. Our tongues met desperately and our lips pushed against each other roughly. 

At the same time, we pulled away. I looked into his light blue orbs and he looked back. Both of our breaths slowed as we came down from our high. "M-m-maybe I should take you to school now," he practically exhaled with a breath of air. I nodded and got off of his lap.

I walked to the door of the hotel, slipping my shoes on once I got there. I glanced behind me, and Niall was grabbing the hotel room key and slipping his shoes on as well. We walked out of the room and to the elevator, the ride being very silent.

We strolled hand in hand out to his car, Niall opening the door for me like a gentleman. The ride to school was short like always. When we arrived, I peered over at Niall in the drivers seat, and he was already looking at me. "I'll pick you up at two."

I smiled and leaned in to brush my lips against his, and he winced. I giggled and gave him a big kiss. Knowing Niall, he didn't want it to be a quick kiss. His hand moved to the back of my neck, making the kiss last. We leaned out unwillingly soon enough.

"Bye, babe." I grabbed my book bag and got out of his car. He drove away and a piece of me went with him. I began walking toward the door of the school, when I saw the girl I loathe, Chloe. She was walking with a group of her friends, talking and laughing.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking, trying to keep my distance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her looking at me. I peeked in her direction, and she was whispering something to her friends. They exclaimed in disgust and looked at me.

"Hey, slut!" she shouted. I looked away from them. She was looking right at me. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, whore!" I felt something splash on me and I squealed. She had thrown her soda can at me. Her and her friends laughed and kept walking. Why are they picking on me? What did I do to them?