Eight
There was a faint shuffling as you slowly opened your eyes. You heard the sound of the window opening and a body heaving themselves through it. The noise of sneakers scuffling the wooden floor of the empty infirmary made you sit up, a little too quickly and you held you head in your hand, wincing in pain.
"Hello?" you managed in a small voice.
"Hey," Niall’s blue eyes met you as he came into view, a wiry grin on his face as he took you in. You rolled your eyes, laying back on the pillows as he eyed you.
"You shouldn’t be here. That nurse is a little scary." you mumbled to him and he chuckled as he walked over to the bed.
"I’m not scared of her." He rested his hands on your skin and you shivered at his warm touch. "Scoot over."
"Niall-" you protested as you moved to give him room. He settled on the bed, pulling your back against his front. You froze as he buried his face into your hair, his hands running down your arms gently.
"She shouldn’t have kicked me out today." he grumbled against your hair and a warmth spread through your body. He spread his fingers along your arms in lazy circles and you shifted against him, not willing yourself to speak. He was being so tender with you. You weren’t sure what to do. He pulled you so that you were nestled between his legs as he leaned against the headboard. You leaned back against him, melting against his front as your eyes shut, enjoying his touch. "You had to get hurt and freak me out. I felt so out of control. You make me feel so out of control. I like control."
"Really?" you smirked and chuckled softly. "I hadn’t noticed."
"Shut up," he said in a gruff voice, moving his hand up to your chin and turning it to face him. He caressed your jaw as his lips captured yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue commanded your mouth, twisting and teasing you as heat flooded between your legs. You let out a soft moan as his hand went down, toying with the hem of your shirt. You shuddered against him as his other hand went to your thighs, grazing them with his fingernails lightly. You parted your legs, hoping he would give you relief from the fire he was building inside of you.
Your breathing became heavy as his hand slipped up your shirt, running his hands in circles over your skin before reaching under your bra and cupping your breast firmly. His fingers moved to your nipples, pinching them and rubbing them between his fingers as you moaned softly against his mouth. He smirked and his lips left yours. You moved, exposing your neck to him as he licked it. His fingers on your thighs moved up to your damp center, slipping inside your shorts and rubbing you against the cloth of your underwear. He groaned against you as you rubbed your ass to his hardening length.
He bit into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot as his fingers moved your underwear aside and slid up and down your drenched heat. He moved a single finger in and out of you, a soft moan escaping you lips as he pulled his hand out of your shorts. Your heavy eyes went to him as he stared into yours, moving the finger to his mouth. He sucked on his finger and you bit down on your bottom lip, turned on by his actions.
"You’re so wet for me. You’re so wet and so hot for me." He murmured, putting his hand back into your shorts as he moved his hand at your breast to the next one, clutching it and licking your neck. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it slowly as you moaned his name through your lips. "You piss me off so fucking much. Somehow you press all of my buttons and I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve never been more pissed off and turned on at the same time. Just you. Just for you."
You whimpered as he picked up the pace, growling dirty things in your ear while pinching your breasts. His thumb moved to your clit as he roughly inserted two fingers inside of you, pumping and grinding inside of you and making you buck against his hand.
"I’m going to enjoy driving you insane. This is only the beginning." He said harshly as he sucked on your ear, biting the lobe and moving his fingers at a punishing rhythm making you squirm and stifle your moans as you felt your orgasm nearing. You dug your hands into his thighs, feeling his breath hitch as you ground your ass against his length, needing a release.
"Niall, Niall please," you whimpered as he sped up, sucking a mark on your neck as he hit your g spot and you rocked against his fingers. Your toes curled and you came hard, your body clenching and your legs shaking. Your breath left you and you repeated his name as his fingers rode out your orgasm.
Your body felt like it was floating as he moved beneath you so that your bodies were pressed against each other, you curled against him as your face was nestled in the crook of his neck. His hands were running up and down your back as he watched you in the moon light.
"Don’t ever get hurt again. I felt like…I felt…" his words trailed off as he gripped you tighter against him. "You just make my blood boil. You make me feel alive. You make me feel so much. "
"Niall," you moved so that you could stare into his blue eyes, moved by the sincerity and seriousness in them. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it as you reached up and rubbed your palm against his smooth cheek. "Niall what are you trying to say?"
"You are mine." he said without an ounce of smugness. His eyes watched you closely as if wanting to see how you’d react. You lifted your face and kissed him tentatively in response, your hands shaking as you tangled them in his dirty blonde locks. He groaned against your mouth, moving on top of you and deepening the kiss. It was sweet and curious as he let you explore his mouth, tangling your senses and your emotions with his taste. Did you want to be his? What did he even mean by that? Was it an empty sentiment? Did he mean just for the summer?
Stop over-thinking, you chided yourself. Right here and right now was the only sure thing. These moments were the only things you could depend on.
The kiss wasn’t heated, it was tense and deep as his hands moved into your hair, pressing his body against yours. You bit his bottom lip, sucking on hit gently as he smiled against your mouth before nuzzling your neck. His mouth found a spot he had been sucking earlier and he bit down on it lightly, making you squirm. He laughed lightly as your hands circled his shoulders. He turned his head, resting it against your breasts as he closed his sleepy eyes. You felt safe in his arms. You felt warm and content like this with him.
Your mind drifted as the sound of his heart beating against you filled your mind, his body rising and falling contently with each breath made your heart swell. The moon cast something close to a halo around his blonde hair and you smirked, rolling your eyes before closing them. Niall Horan was the furthest thing from angelic that you can imagine.
You wanted his touch, his presence…and a tiny part of you wanted more than that. The idea not sounding so bad at all. You liked the way he took care of you and how you challenged each other.
You just really liked him.
As scary as that sounded.
