Something Great

Chapter Eight

*Beth's POV*

I, purposely, swung my hips a little extra making my way to the bathroom, hearing Niall call me tease. Closing the door, I began fixing my hair. I decided on just brushing it and braiding my bangs out of my face. I, honestly, wasn't in the mood to do anything special with makeup. Taking my concealer, I swiped it underneath my eyes and on a few red areas, brightening up my face. I filled in my eyebrows and swiped a rosy color upon my cheeks. Not that I need much help with blush when it came to Niall. That came natural around him. The thought of him increased the rate of my heart, making me smile.

When I exited the bathroom, Niall was long gone. The emptiness of the flat caught up to me, causing a shiver to make it's way up my spine. Hangers were thrown about in my closet while I attempted to find an outfit. Looking down, I was still wearing the cologne-intoxicated shirt that belonged to Niall. I decided to make an oufit of the over-sized white tee. Slipping on a pair of dark wash jeans, I tucked in the shirt, pairing it with a brown belt and over-sized plaid shirt. I always enjoyed over-sized clothes, which made up half of my closet. My fingers grasped a pair of brown ankle boots, matching my belt. Perfume wasn't needed, Niall's cologne was enough for me. Jesus, I'd never get over his fragrance.

"Hey babe. You ready?" Niall's voice echoed through the flat, filling me with bliss.

"Yeah. Coming!" I slipped my phone in my pocket before meeting him in the living room.

"You've got to me kidding." I chuckled, taking a glimpse at his outift.

He, himself, let out a laugh, shaking his head back and forth. He ended up wearing his khaki pants, again, along with a similar flannel to myself. He sauntered up to me, capturing me in his arms. Through the thin fabric, the curve of his bicep caught my attention. Yes, please.

"You're still wearing my shirt." He cocked an eyebrow at me along with a smirk.

"Cologne." I confessed, eyelashes fluttering closed when his hand met my cheek.

His lips pressed to mine, gingerly. I could, definetley, get used to this. Our lips lingered for a few seconds before making any movement. They seperated, only to meet again. The kisses were leisurely and satisfying. His hands moved down my cheeks to rest around my neck, pulling me into him. I couldn't begin to grasp on the difference of reality and fantasy. I  was stuck in this euphoria. This honeymoon phase. A whimper dropped from my lips when his left mine.

"Come on, breakfast time. I know this charming little cafe. You'll love it," He kissed the tip of my nose; the corners of my mouth turning up with the heartwarming touch.

And with that, he interlocked our fingers as our feet met each concrete step, making our way to the Range Rover he drove. God, what I'd do for a car like that. The glossy door was opened up before me, allowing me to slip into the cool leather. Niall made his way around the hood of the car before the engine roared to life. A familiar harmony sounded through the speakers, beginning with the sounds of a drum-like sound. Ah, Wicked Games by The Weeknd. Throughout the ride, Niall's hand never left my thigh.

A ding of bell notified the staff we had arrived. Niall's arm was wrapped, protectively, around my waist, fingers digging into the skin near my ribs. It wasn't uncomfortable, rather gave me a sense of amenity. I fucking loved it, honestly. It was compassionate and rough all-in-one, putting me in pure ecstacy. A waitress, who couldn't keep her wandering eyes off Niall, led us to a small-scale table, secluded from most of the cafe. It was certainly more private in it's own corner, though near a window, showing off the downtown streets. Through the crystal, people strolled along, shopping. Others, socializing, sipping on tea. Tea was so common in England, I wasn't quite adjusted to it, used to Starbucks plastered on every corner.