Zayn.
Niall and I weren't at anything right now... We hadn't been since his little freak out in the bathroom this morning .
I was cuddled up with him on the couch at the moment, kissing his forehead and laughing at how adorable his fake cringing was.
It didn't really bother me that Niall was frightened by intimacy. I am at times too but not something basic like being touched... I'm not interested in kinky girls, that shit always freaked me out.
"Kiss me" Niall pleaded
I pulled him up further, rubbing my face gently against his. My nose inched toward the side of his and I felt his upper lip hairs tingle my thicker ones
"Zayn" he whispered
I leant my head up, our lips softly touching. Niall's hand wrapped around the farthest side of my neck at the back, his arm lying diagonally across my chest
His lips were soft, something most people's lips weren't. They were plush too... Like always. They felt larger though, but kissing him was still like kissing candy floss.
My hands moved down, searching for the pockets
"Where the fuck are the pockets?" I asked
"There" Niall breathed out through his nose, his lips still with mine as most of my hand managed to slip down the into the back pockets on his backside.
Niall was the definition of homosexual... He wore jean shorts. I found that out a few hours ago.
He makes it more manly by putting on a guys singlet but the shorts still... I hope for his sake he's never worn them out the house.
I wanted to tell Niall I loved him, I want to say that he was still the best kisser ever.
I wanted to tell him so many things... That I was too afraid to say.
I just let the kiss be. My hands moved out Niall's pockets and to the waist of his shorts. I tried slipping my hands in but I didn't even manage to get his tight butt cheeks before I was given a disagreement
"No" Niall gasped, kissing me harder
Niall's lips parted a little, as though he were inviting me to tongue him. I let my tongue slip out a little and when I tried to put it into his parted lips he seemed to almost shut his mouth
It was difficult doing this with Niall. He didn't understand the term 'pashing' but it was sweet of him to try satisfy me in a way he was comfortable with.
It's not that Niall was fridgid... No, not at all. He was just new to this. He told me he'd never dated anyone but one other person besides me and they'd never done anything because he simply wasn't as into the guy as much he wished he was.
I wonder what Niall did with Harry... He probably got fucked half to death by the kinky Curly fuck.
"I should go" I whispered into the kiss as my phone vibrated in my pocket
"Stay?" Niall asked
"Your mum will kill me" I chuckled, caressing his cheek
"So?" Niall asked "this is the first time we haven't been all over each other... At least savour the moment"
I smiled, starting to press tiny kisses to Niall's face. Niall giggled, the way he always did when I showered him with my kisses.
I caught his lips, my heart throbbing in my chest from my excitement. I kissed Niall softly still, our lips clicking once or twice from our lips parting and closing again.
