Inspiration [niall horan]

Chapter 9 - Bel, Niall

[*******WARNING: THERE WILL BE A LITTLE SMUT AND THIS CHAPTER WILL BE A LITTLLE AWKS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT. I am not going to be too descriptive because I want to keep it at a PG-13 rating. I AM ALSO BEGINNING TO WRITE OUT NIALL'S IRISH ACCENT.********]

I don't know what made me so bold, whether we had just been clubbing where Niall and I had danced, quite sexually might I add, or whether it was that I was almost pissed drunk.

He tasted sweet, like the martini he had had earlier. Oddly enough, he had ordered it like he was in a James Bond movie. Saying he wanted it, "Shaken, not stirred."

I kissed him fiercely, like my life depended on it, and after a minute, he kissed me back. He grinned into the kiss and he /lifted me up/ causing me to gasp in surprise.

Niall looked at me and his pupils were dialeted, "Bel. I need you."

I could only nod, as a combination of drunken lust and pure want for him washed through me.

He managed to carry me to the bedroom without any probelms and he shut the door with his foot. He walked over to the bed and set me down.

In that moment, I regretted wearing this really skanky dress because it was so revealing, but Niall definitely didn't seem to mind.

"So beautiful," He murmured, placing his hands on my waist before kissing me again.

Our hands roamed each other's bodies like we needed to make a map of them. His hands lifted the hem of my dress, but not before he pulled his shirt off.

I could only stare in awe at the beautifully toned muscles that made up the chest of Niall Horan. He then snaked his hands behind my back and unzipped my dress before sliding it off my shoulders and off me.

He then froze at the sight of me almost being naked. My drunkeness was making me bold so I smirked and sat up a little.

"Am I making you nervous, Horan?" I whisper, tracing a finger tip along his jawline.

"Hell, you've got tah body to make any guy nervous." He said, and my jaw dropped. So we were playing the flattery game, were we?

"And I can see why all those fan girls dream about you. Those are some mighty fine muscles you've got there." I chuckle when he blushes.

[a/n: AND THEY PROCEED TO DO THE NASTY. THE END. INSPIRATION IS FINISHED. THAT WAS HER INSPIRATION, THE IRISH d. LOL JUST KIDDING. I AM SO SORRY BEL FOR THIS, I AM A HORRID PERSON BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. ON WITH THE ACTUAL STORY.]

"Are yeh sure about this Bel?" He said, his eyebrows furrowing, and he sobered up for a second.

"More sure than I'll ever be." I said, and laid back.

The sun was bright. There was a damn bird chirping outside my window, as if my head didn't hurt enough.

But I was warm. I was very warm. And comfortable.

"Bel?" A man's voice from behind me rasped in my ear.

Oh dear god, had I taken someone home last night? Niall would never look at me again and I could never look him in the eyes-

"Niall!?" I gasped, staring straight into his eyes, shock covering both of our faces.

Not only had I not taken a stranger home, but I had not even gone home! I was at Niall's and we were both very much naked, cuddling. I was suddenly very aware of what had happened last night and the position we were in.

He was spooning me, albeit awkwardly and adorably at the same time. My hair was in total disarray as was his.

"That's mah name, don' wear it out. Damn, mah head is killin' me." He grinned like a fool at me, and that was when I lost it.