Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 17

Flu or Baby?

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Niall's Pov

We all scramble downstairs. Pure bliss radiates off of our bodies, dancing around the room, echoing throughout the house.

"So excited!" Eleanor squeals. The sound of heels clanking along the floorboards is soon followed by the squeaking of the lads, and I's footsteps.

But who wouldn't be? We've all sat around, as if we were being locked up, and the sound, and feeling of finally being free is fanatic.

The front door pushes open, and seven bodies jump out.

We begin running to Harry's car, because its bigger, and provides more privacy than the rest of our cars ever could.

The sound of seatbelts strapping, hands clapping, small giggles, and feet banging, is one thing, but finally being released out of that upsetting funk, is another.

I'm glad that Belle, and I will finally be able to roam the city together, hand in hand, and not have to hide, or pretend, but get to show how we feel towards each other.

I love that feeling. So free, so relaxing, just makes me happy.

Sure, everyone gets hate once in a while, but I wont let it phase me, and I sure as hell wont let it get to Belle.

"Shit, the line is long!" Danielle groans, a long moan escaping from between her glossed lips.

"You're with One Direction, c'mon." Harry smirks, pulling over and parking on the side of the road, in front of the club enterance.

Body heat is roaming around the car, everyone is just waiting, taking in the fact that we're not locked up anymore, but the fact that we're gonna have fun.

The hotness gets me a bit aroused, but I shake it off, intertwining my hand with Belle's, as we pile out of the Range Rover.

By now everyone is out of the car, as we make our way through the crowd of grinding sweaty bodies.

"Let's have fun." Belle smiles at me, taking my hand in hers, as she leads me towards the dancefloor.

Her tight navy blue dress squeezes her curves perfectly, the curves I've already marked as mine.

Our hips mold together in sync, excitement pulsing through me, makes me feel like I'm, invincible.

Out of pure excitement, I grab Belle's waist, and lift her up, her legs wrapped firmly around my torso, as we grind.

Belle wraps her arms around my neck, to which my hand cup her face, attaching my lips to her already swollen ones.

And we stay like that, for at least five to ten minutes, when that punch of arousal hits me again, but noticeably stronger than before.

I pull back, leaning toward onto Belle's shoulder.

"Belle, I need you." I whisper into her ear, whimpering in agony.

"The feelings mutual." Belle laughs, climbing off of me, and back onto the floor, her heels making a faint click.

"Home? It'd be awful if the paps found us in a club bathroom with this." I whisper, taking Belle's hand in mine, before she even gets the chance to respond.

"We're you guys going?" Liam asks, Danielle attached to his side.

"Home." I say, giving Liam 'the look'.

*

I roll over onto my back, pulling Belle into my side.

The taxi ride back was horrible. I needed a release, a desperate flee, even a little touch, but I didn't want to be disrespectful. Plus, I dont want to be known as 'Niall Horan, the Taxi Quickee'