Mine (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen: Fat Ass Cat (Kim/Niall's POV)

Gosh, guys. I’m honestly losing inspiration to keep writing. Like I only write when I’m legit dying of boredom. Even then I’ll probably only write a sentence and get bored and just start eating or something.

Like I don’t even remember what chapter I’m on without checking Wattpad first. I’m an awful person.

Props to you who write at least every week.

PLEASE READ NOTE AT BOTTOM. Thank youuuuuu :)

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Chapter Sixteen

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Kim’s POV

I casually play with the ginormous ring weighing down on my ring finger with mostly, guilt.

Looking back on my life and I don’t know where I went wrong to be so unhappy. I have a beautiful roof over my head, a precious child, and an amazing husband who loves me with every ounce he has and I love him back just as much. I think.

I sigh and stand up to prepare dinner when the man who I’m lawfully married to walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling as close to him as possible and placing a soft kiss under my ear.

I smile at the gesture and nuzzle into him waiting for the stove to heat up the pot of water.

“I invited Niall and Christy over for dinner, is that okay with you, baby?” Liam says rubbing his hands up and down my forearms.

My heart immediately sinks at the mention of his name. I bit my lip to hold back the sob wanting to make its way out. I should be the girl Niall’s with not some bimbo he met at a bar.

I nod quickly before turning and facing Liam, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Of course, babe.” I lie while placing my forehead against his.

He leans in to kiss me softly but I roughly attack his lips in hunger.

He moans into the kiss and lifts me up onto the counter, placing himself in between my legs while silently begging me to wrap them around him tightly.

“God, even after five years of marriage, you still manage to turn me the fuck on.” Liam growls into my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I quickly yank his shirt off and he attacks my neck hitting my soft spot instantly causing a moan to slip it way out of my lips.

I’m not like most girls. Some girls drink, cut, or go out to forget about pain but I don’t. The only way I forget my pain is through sex. I feel guilty using Liam in this way but I can’t help it.

He carries me over to the couch, never breaking our kiss and quickly takes off both mine and his bottoms. He gets ready to slip inside and I dig my nails into his back in preparation when the doorbell rings causing us to both go wide-eyed and look towards the door.

“Liam! Open up, you son of a bitch!” Niall’s adorable accent fills my ears. Liam looks back to me and I helplessly shrug my shoulders while sitting up.

He lets out a soft groan before pushing me back down and roughly connecting our lips while groping one of my breast in one hand.

“You’ll finish what you started later.” He whispers in my ear in a husky voice, sending yet another wave of shivers down my spine.

“I plan to.” I whisper back and grab his still hard manhood softly causing his eyes to flutter shut.

I roll out from under him to fix my clothing and he quickly runs to the kitchen to grab his shirt and follows my actions before intertwining our fingers and leading me to the door. Every step closer to the door is heavier and heavier.