Pinky Promise

Chapter 16

With every street we pass, I creep my hand up higher and higher until I touch the zipper of his jeans. He gently picks up my hand and places it on my lap. " Alright. We can finish this later. But I swear if you crash this car, you can explain to the officer what you were doing." " Oh come on Niall. Lighten up a tiny bit." I trail my finger down his bicep, tracing the ink swells on his skin. I loop my finger down the collar of his shirt, going over his collar bones. " Thank god we're home." He mutters.

He unbuckles and hustles around the car to my door, opening it for me. He grabs my hand going down and we walk inside my house hand in hand.

"Where's your mom?" He asks, peering around every corner.

"Probably at work or some knitting club. Hop up." I say, patting the counter.

He rolls his eyes but agrees. I grab a pack of ice and wet washcloth, parting his knees. I stand in between his legs, looking up at him. I start with getting off all the dried blood, then pressing the ice pack to a few of his bruises. He doesn't flinch once, just stares at me as I continue my work.

Once I finish, I put everything away then turn to look at him.

"Why did you guys start fighting in the first place?" I ask.

"He just said some stuff, and told me to meet him at the dugouts. Then I whooped his ass."

"What'd he say?"

"Does it matter?"

I brush my hair behind my ear, still looking up at him.

"He didn't get many hits in did he?" I slyly ask.

"Can you teach me how to fight?" I ask him.

"Tomorrow morning we can go to the gym." I nod.

"Now what were you doing in the car?" He asks, looking utterly confused.

"Kissing you?" I ask, confused now too.

"Right. But I don't remember how that exactly went. Care to do it again?" He smirks.

"It'd be my pleasure."

I stand up on my tiptoes and start to kiss his jaw. He slides down and I step back a few feet, making room for him. I stand on his feet and slide my hands around his waist, setting my hands in his back pockets. He raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything. He leans in for a kiss and I gladly accept it. He softly bites my lip, tugging me towards him more. I smile and lean into his kiss.

"Bedroom?" He mumbles against my lips.

"Up the stairs. Last door on the right." I breathlessly answer. I slide my hands into his hair as he picks me up and carries me up the stairs. I flick the light off as he closes the door behind us with his foot. He lays me down on my bed and I crawl back towards the headboard, watching him.

He grabs my ankle and slides me closer to him, until my feet are close to touching the floor. I mold my lips into his, too focused on the kiss to even think about breathing. He pulls back for a few seconds to look me in the eyes.

"I know you don't want to have sex yet so I won't push you - don't worry." I smile gratefully at him.

"Thanks Niall. But that doesn't mean I can't kiss you." He smirks.

"In that case ..." He pushes me back onto my bed and hovers over me. I inch my lips closer to his, but he seems to be pulling back a tiny bit. I frown and look into his hooded eyes.

"Kiss me." I pout.

"Anything my princess wants." He moves into my lips, but I dodge my lips so he gets my neck instead.