Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 17. (Mature)

• Seventeen : Christmas decorating •

  ✨December 1st 2017;

A set of arms wrap themselves around my waist from behind, a soft kiss being placed on my shoulder and neck. I sigh, settling into his embrace, dropping the bauble back into the box and turning to face him.

"I love you," I hum, smiling up at him as he leans down, pecking my lips.

"I love you, too," I reply. He grins, releasing me from his hold so I can continue decorating the tree. I notice him in the corner of my eye sitting on the sofa and watching me in what seems to be a state of fascination.

"I've never decorated my house at Christmas, you know," he tells me.

"Are you crazy?!" I stare at him wide-eyed.

"No, I'm Niall," he teases, standing up. I playfully glare at him, before continuing to decorate the tree. Between doing that and putting decorations up around the rest of the house, as well as decorating the downstairs windows, it takes hours. And by hours, I mean it's now 8:24pm and I've been doing this since 9am this morning.

"I have an early Christmas present for you," Niall tells me as he sits back down, pulling me into his side. I hum, looking up at him.

"You know I don't like you buying me things," I shake my head, before resting it gently on his chest and throwing one leg and arm over him. He reaches his arm down the side of the chair, lifting it back up to reveal a small, wrapped gift, a red ribbon neatly tied around it.

"Somebodies wrapping skills have improved," I tease, laughing as I take it from him. He grins as I sit forward, tearing open the wrapping paper to reveal a white box. I give him a confused glance, but he simply shakes his head, fighting to contain his smile.

I lift the lid off, surprised to find a key in the box. What's this for?

"It's a key."

"No way! I can't see that!" I say sarcastically, laughing. "What's it for?"

"It's to this house."

"But why? I don't recall losing mine?"

"Move in with me?" I fall silent, shocked at his request. "You stay here most the time anyway, and if you don't I stay with you, and I just feel like now is the time to take the next step in our relationship, and I know neither of us have ever had a serious relationship, or really one at all for that matter, but I think we're serious-" I close my eyes as they begin tearing up, the biggest smile forming on my face as I laugh.

"Of course I will," I crawl onto his knee, kissing his lips. The kiss quickly becomes heated, my hips grinding down against him unintentionally. He sucks in a sharp breathe.

"We can't-"

"We can, I'm fine," I mumble against his lips. "Please," I murmur. We haven't slept together since the night before I took sick, and whilst I've pleased him in other ways to help with the sexual frustrations, the two of us have been getting fed up.

"Are you sure?" He pulls back, looking at me.

"You're making it sound like this is my first time again," he chuckles. "You heard the doctor, I'll be sensitive on my right side for a while, but it's healed well," he grabs the back of my thighs, standing up and beginning to walk us to his, or should I say - our bedroom.