Something Great

Chapter Seven

*Niall's POV*

As I held her in my arms, allowing her to sob, realization hit me. I'd never fallen for a girl so quickly. Maybe it was those green eyes, a dark lustful green. Maybe it was those freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose. It was also her body, she had curves and she wasn't very thin. I was never much of a guy for extremely fit/athletic girls, though I did appreciate a girl who'd enjoy futbol. It was also her personality, her humor, sensitivity, strength, and love. Although, her past was catching up with her, she still looked at it without fear.

"Alright, tell me some of your favorite food." I mumbled causing an abrupt stop to her stobs.

"What?" She stifled a laugh, palms wiping her cheeks.

"You heard me. Come on, food is probably the best thing. I want t' know."

"Uh, I mean, I really like chocolate, coffee, and may-"

"Pick a good movie. I'll be back in ten minutes." I kissed her forehead, eyeing her bewildered expression. I let out a small laugh before grabbing my keys, leaving her to pick her movie. Pulling into a local grocery store, I hunted for caramel, popcorn, and a coffee shop nearby.

"Perfect." I whispered to myself, proud of my accomplishments. In my passenger seat, types of chocolates and popcorn covered the seat. Walking into Beth's, I found her sifting through movies in a cardboard box. Her black leather couch was draped with a white duvet with matching pillows.

"Niall. Oh my god." She laughed, eyes filled with amazement at the sweets I displayed on her counter. She made her way to a cupboard, lifting onto her tiptoes, reaching for three bowls.

"Put all the candies in this one and I'll heat some popcorn." She smiled, grabbing packets to put in the microwave.

After I finshed putting the candies into the bowl, Beth had only popped a single packet of popcorn. She ran around the counter, grabbing chocolates, calling my name. Her wrist tilted backwards, signaling for me to move my head back and open my jaw. She tossed the candy, letting it land right in my mouth.

"Yes!" I shouted, fists pumping in the air. She giggled before attempting another try at getting the candy in my mouth. Another success. As we finished popping a few more packets of popcorn, we went back-and-forth tossing chocolates.

"What movie did you pick?" I asked, setting down the chocolates and popcorn on the glass table in front of us.

"The Hangover. Is that okay?" She snuggled underneated the duvet, lifting a corner for me to climb in with her.

"Yeah, 'course."

*Beth's POV*

Throughout the first half of the movie, Niall and I sat to ourselves, munching on sweets. Our laughs echoed throughout the room every now and then. I caught myself sneaking glances of the seemingly angel beside me. It's crazy, huh? I'm so lucky to have this boy next to me. He's really made a place for me in his life, a major one. I feel accepted around him and his friends. I'm just appreciative since he's all I have here in London. Niall began to meet my, what I thought, sneaky glances.

"You're not even watching the movie." He smirked, grabbing my waist. He pulled me onto his lap, crystal blue eyes meeting jade green ones. My body's natural position was to straddle his hips. A small hiss left his lips but I knew it wasn't a hiss in pain, causing me to smile to myself. For a few seconds, we sat there, comfortable in each other's presence. The sound of the TV was blocked out as I paid closer attention to our synced breathing.

Niall's once smug expression became more playful. I raised an eyebrow at the change. Before I could question, his hands attacked my sides. My obnoxious laugh filled the room as Niall's fingers went around my ribcage. He continued tickling me while beginning to pepper kisses around my neck and face, adding to the tickle. Eventually, my laugh was silenced and our breathing was only heavy. The TV flickered in front of us but we were stuck in the same entranced moment.

"Forgot I already did this." Niall whispered before placing his hand underneath my neck. His lips collided with mine and I had missed this all familiar feeling. His kisses were never too rough and he always had gentle touches. My hand twisted the collar of his button-up causing a deep moan, allowing me to slip my tounge in to meet his. I felt him hesitate for a millisecond but I knew it was from our earlier events. His fingers began to comb through my hair as our session became more heated. As time passed, Niall slowed down the kiss, ending it with several pecks.

"You staying tonight?" I asked as cleaned the bowls and threw away the coffee cups.

"If you want."

"I wouldn't of asked if you were if I didn't want you too. Don't you want to stop by your house for clothes?"

"I actually have a spare shirt in my car. I'll grab it real quick."

He kissed my forehead, leaving me to finish cleaning up. Moments passes, he was back with a white t-shirt in hand. Grabbing his hand, I led him upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the drawers of my dresser in search of different clothes to sleep in. I was interrupted by Niall stepping beside me, white t-shirt held out to me.

"Here y' go." He smiled, adding a wink. I took it from him, making my way to the bathroom. Undressing, I prayed my underwear wouldn't be visible through the white cotton. The hem ended mid-thigh, rather comfy. I tugged at the rubberband of my hair, letting my hair fall freely around my shoulders. Entering my room, Niall was undressed besides his pants.

"Your hair." I spoke, admiring how he had combed it down, no longer gelled up.

"Like it?" He smirked, putting his phone on my bedside table. I nodded, throwing my clothes in a hamper. Turning around, Niall was left in his black boxers. I gulped, attempting not to look at the bulge. Too late. He really had a nice body, not ripped but fit. I crossed the room to Niall, staring at me in his shirt. Grasping his hips, I raised my head to meet his lips. I left a few pecks and his hands met the small of my back, rubbing circles.

Settling into the sheets of my queen bed, his head nuzzled into my neck. I felt him smile against the flesh when he realized I had no bra underneath. He mumbled about how he liked me in his clothes and I responded with my fingers combing though his hair.

"You make me really happy." Niall spoke again, sending shivers down my spine.

"You make me really happy, too."

He began to hum against my skin, filling me with warmth. Eventually, the humming turned into singing. His voice was fucking angelic, along with the raspiness of sleep taking over his body. My world darkened more and more, the voice of the angel beside me fading with it.

*Niall's POV*

Waking up was a whole new thing when you had someone beside you. Soft snores escaped the pink lips beside me. Hair framed her head in a messy frenzy. Trying to untangle from her arms, her eyes fluttered open, smiling.

"You're funny if you think you're not going to stay and cuddle." Her voice laced with sleepiness spoke out.

"Than I must be funny. Come on, babe. Wake up."

She groaned, sitting up. Digging her palms into her eyes, she attempted to wipe away the sleepiness. My shirt had ridden up, showing off the lace underwear she had worn underneath. Her hand never met the hem to move it down to her thigh, so I ignored it, or tried. Walking to the mirror, her cheeks reddened when she noticed the shirt. A laugh escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I suggested we go to a little cafe nearby for breakfast.

"You need clothes." She frowned, looking at me through the mirror.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'll start getting ready. Go run by your house and change. Come back when you're ready." Turning around, she smiled, pecking my lips. Her hips swayed back and forth as she proceeded to the bathroom. What a tease.