Nothing But Trouble (A Niall Horan vampire fan-fiction)

Kiss Me Like You Wanna Be Loved.

*Niall's P.O.V*

She fell asleep in my arms. I want this so much. I want to make her feel safe. I just feel so guilty and selfish though. I'm keeping her away from the people she loves just because I want her.

She's supposed to feel a connection between us. But what if she doesn't? What if she never likes me back?

I shove these negatives thoughts away and embrace lying next to her.

After a few minutes of listening to her light and adorable snoring, her eyes fluttered open and she sat up on the bed panting heavily.

"Hey..." I soothed drawing circles in her back with my fingertips, trying to comfort her. "It's alright it was just a nightmare."

She didn't say anything, just stared straight in front her, eyes wide open and breathing heavily.

*Jennifer's P.O.V*

It was him. I had a dream about him. What if he comes back? That's impossible though. I could hear Niall trying to comfort me. I know it's a dream you idiot. But what if it's a signal too? A warning.

I felt myself being pulled into a tight hug. He pulled my closer to him and we lay in each other's arms for quite a while. Everything was silent and peaceful.

Niall then broke the silence as a heard a light humming in my ears.

I knew this song.

*Niall sings kiss me by Ed Sheeran*

"Settle down with me. Cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms" He sang softly into my ears. I felt my muscles relax and I closed my eyes, wanting this moment to last forever. His voice was so beautiful I felt butterflies all over.

"So kiss me like you wanna be loved. You wanna be loved. You wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love. Falling in love. We're falling in love. mmmmh."

Wait hold on a second. Was he really asking me to kiss him or was he just singing a random song? Silly me, why would he want to kiss me?

"Jennifer?" I heard his playful voice ask.

"mmmh?" Let's hope that sounded more like a "yeah?" than a moan.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" His voice sounded shyer this time.

Alright or I had spoken out loud, or he's a sight-kick and he read my mind.

"No I wouldn't" wowowowow. What did I just say. Why am I like this whenever he's around?

Suddenly stress took over me as he leaned in, staring at my lips.

When our mouths went in contact, I felt something weird. Something incredible. I felt alive.

I felt like all these year of not giving a fuck about anything or anybody, just, disappeared. He was making me fall for him. I didn't bother really.

Our lips moved in sync and I lay on my back with him on top of me, clearly showing me that he wanted to be loved.

Unfortunately we had to break the kiss. But it wasn't voluntary. There was a noise coming from downstairs. We looked into each other's eyes, worried.

We were completely silent, trying to focus on the slow and manly footsteps.

Suddenly, they stopped. No sound was produced until I heard an awfully familiar laughter.

Oh no

Him again.