You Save Me - Niall Horan FanFic (Sequel to If I'm Louder)

Chapter 3 - WHAT KIND OF FUCKERY?!

So I just wanted to talk about what's been on my mind. And if you're listening to my rant, thank you. Who out there has heard 'I don't have a favorite' being said by a directioner? Yeah, I have a friend who apparently has no favorite boy from One Direction. And I'm just sitting here like, "No. Bitch, everyone has a favorite. Everyone has a soft spot for one of those sexy ass men." So she said. "No. I'm serious." Bitch, no. You don't want to marry and fuck and have all fives child. I get wanting to marry all five but no. You're only willing to have one fuck you up mentally, emotionally, and physically by getting you pregnant.

And another thing. It pisses me off that people call me a directionator. "Oh you only care about Niall." HELL TO THE FUCKING NO. I care about the other boys. I try to figure out the meaning of all of Harry's fucking tattoos, watch old video diaries to laugh at Louis' antics, cry about Peazer breaking up and trying to figure out why Liam asked Sophia out 22 times to get rejected (then a-fucking-pparently when he asks her out when he's famous she accepts) bitch is stupid to reject that beautiful man, then lets not forget all about Zayn. Zayn is honestly the most beautiful person I have ever seen besides the other boys and I am completely jealous of his eyelashes. Yeah, I stalk them on twitter, watch every interview, read smut about them, and constantly check Google for news about them. I look at pictures everywhere and cry every night wondering why the hell God just dumped a gallon of sexy and fucking down right adorable in their pot when he created those fine ass human beings. I don't just care about Niall who I have loved since the beginning unlike some, I care about all of them. Yes, Niall is my favorite and I cry every night because some kind of fuckery has turned this little, innocent, adorable, Irish snowflake into this incredibly hot, sex God of a man, puberty-fied sexy beast in one year. Not even that. He got biceps, the sexy ass hair, unbelievable voice, and the height. Then lets no forget that this boy just prances around doing the silliest and sexiest things making me smile and my ovaries explode thinking it's okay. Yes, I want Niall to push me up against a wall and fuck me senseless whispering in my ear with that *shivers* sexy ass accents and telling me what he wants to do to me, but he isn't the only one I care about, kay?

Thank you very much for listening to my rant.

♡Anna♡

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Apparently, there was a teasing war between Niall and I for the past week. I don't think the guys noticed.

Niall had pushed me up against the wall and gave me hickeys.

I decided to rub his abs as we made out.

He bite my shoulder and rubbed my hips.

I pulled his hair and sucked on his neck.

He gripped my breasts and my ass.

I palmed him through his pants.

He whispered dirty things in my ear and smacked my ass.

In the car, when he was dropping me off to college, I decided to place my hand on his thigh. My fingers rubbed smaller circles on his inner thigh.

Teasing wars.... not fun. But honestly... did he have to jerk my towel down when I came out of the bathroom. Everyone was in the room!

I'll get the bastard.

I ate my ice cream, watching my shows. Yes, Spongebob is my shows. My phone rang on the nightstand.

I pick it up, not checking the caller ID. "Hello?"

"KATIE! GUESS WHAT!" Waliyha cheers.

I laugh, "Um.... Safaa died?"

"No, but close-"

"HEY!" Safaa whines.

"We want to come and spend next weekend with you since it's also Zayn's birthday. We want to surprise him." Waliyha informs me.