Our Little Secret {n.h}

chapter 12

"Hold on, let me get this straight." Niall practically wheezed. "You thought Anthony was hitting on you?"

"Shut up." I whined as he was doubled over in laughter. "It's not funny."

"Oh my god. This is the funniest thing I've ever heard."

I rolled my eyes and walked around the counter to pour myself a glass of wine. I had told Niall I didn't want any when I first got here and now I needed it. Niall finally calmed down and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me as I poured the red liquid into a glass. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck and I smiled a little, leaning back against his chest.

"I washed my sheets for you." Niall mumbled and I laughed a bit, feeling his grip tighten on my waist.

"How sweet." I joked and Niall nuzzled his nose into the space between my neck and shoulder.

I turned around in his hold and stood on my tip toes to kiss him. Niall smiled against my lips and held me closer, digging his fingers into my jean covered hips. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and slipped my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled away a few moments later with a small smile and returned the to stove. I couldn't help but pout and Niall laughed, stirring the vegetables on the stove.  I hopped up onto his counter and swung my legs back and forth, sipping on my wine. Niall continued to cook and he hummed a little as he did so. I smiled as he came to stand between my legs, running his hands up and down my thighs.

"Are you staying tonight?" Niall wondered and I nodded, setting the wine glass down next to me.

"Unless you have something to do." I shrugged and he smiled, shaking his head.

"You." He smirked and I rolled my eyes at his suggestive comment.

"You're a goof." I slightly laughed and Niall kissed me.

I smiled a bit and Niall stepped closer to me, his hands resting on either side of my thighs. He moved to tug at my thighs, pulling me closer and he grabbed my legs, pulling them around his waist. I locked my ankles above his butt and he reached up, holding onto the side of my neck as he kissed me. I held onto his waist, just above my legs, and bunched up his dress shirt in my hold. Niall moved his lips down my jaw and to my neck, making me tilt my head to the side. He smirked against my skin and I released a shaky breath as he sucked on one spot, most likely leaving a bruise.

"Well," Niall pulled away. "I better finish dinner."

"Niall." I groaned and he laughed, untangling himself from me. "Why do you always do that?"

"Just to see you pout." He smiled and gave me a quick kiss before going back to the stove.

Niall finished up with whatever he was making and turned the oven and stove off, pulling a pan out of the oven. I hopped down and found two plates in the cabinet, getting them out. Niall dished stuff out onto the plates and grabbed two forks, taking them over to the table. I refilled both of our wine glasses and took my seat adjacent to Niall at the table. I took a small bite of the potatoes and shot Niall a smile to let him know it was good. He seemed to be relieved because he sat back in his seat, taking a huge bite of the broccoli.

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"Who the fuck keeps calling?"

Niall groaned, attempting to get my jeans down and I sighed, laying my head back on the pillow. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, motioning for Niall to be quiet and furrowed my eyebrows at the sight of Harry's contact on the screen. Niall flopped down next to me and I answered the phone, not even getting the chance to say hello because he was rambling.