To fall for Niall

Wooiaaaaahhhh

Niall carried me upstairs. He laid me on the bed gently. I whimpered as my stomach shot bolts of pain through my body. He sat next to me "If only I had gone out there with you... You wouldn't be in pain right now! It's my fault Chrissi" He shouldn't be blaming himself. "Ni do not blame yourself for this! You weren't the one who hurt me! You didn't try and... you didn't try and... and rape me! Niall you fucking saved my life do not blame yourself" I tell him, tears running down my face. "Babe it hurts to see you cry" he whispers brushing the tears off my cheeks. I let out a choked sob.
"I love you" I whisper. "I love you too" he says into my ear.

"Niall?" I say the tears leaving lines on my face. "yes" he says looking into my eyes. "I would kiss you right now, but it hurts to sit up" I tell him, setting my hand on his.

He gives me a small smile. leaning down gently kissing me, his soft pink lips lightly skimming mine.

"Baby, We can't fly home tomorrow." Niall says to me. I know he's right.

"I know..." I pause, this was going to be embarrassing "Ni, can you help me get in my pajamas?" I ask nibbling lightly on my bottom lip.
"Yes, of course" he says. I was aching so badly I couldn't stand up.

"I have pink Vera Wang pajamas in my suitcase" I tell him. he grabs them. Walking over to me with them in his hands, I fumble with my belt, yanking it through the loops, out of my jeans. I kick my jeans off my hips and onto the ground. He hands me the light pink pants with grey hearts on them. I jam my legs into them. "Ok, can you unzip me?" I ask, motioning to my hoodie. he stands over me, unzipping it. I pull my arms out of it.

"Ok. Now I just need you to get my shirt off of me" I whisper. He reaches to the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it off of me, his hands lightly skim my hip bone and then he accidentally brushes his hand against my bra when he's pulling it off.

He puts his hand on my lower back lifting me gently. he slides my arms through the holes. The front of my shirt isn't buttoned, my lacy black bra visible.

Niall bites his lip. slowly, almost eyeing me. "Like what you see?" I ask biting my own lip. He groans "when you bite your lip... gosh it's such a turn on" he whispers. "You didn't answer my question."
I say turning so my bra was a little easier to see, He raises his eyebrows his eyes getting wide."Yes" he whispers. I whince when his hand grazes my stomach, the slightest pressure hurts.

He raises his eyebrows at my choice of words. "kiss me" I say, barely audible. I guess he heard me, because he leaned down pretty quickly, his lips touching mine.

Kissing Niall felt so soothing, everytime he touched me or anything I felt so at peace. But this kiss was different. It was loving, but it was steamy. He wrapped his arms around, my waist tightly, the pain in my stomach wasn't like an aching, hurting. His warm chest against mine. His kiss taking the pain.

Kissing Niall was different than with anyone else. I had this feeling in my stomach, like little butterflies playing ping-pong in side of me.

"Niall, I'm suddenly very aware that my shirt isn't buttoned" I whisper into his ear. He laughs, kissing me again, his lips run over my jaw. His lips skim the love bite from earlier.

He smiles, pulling back. He stands up "I have to get my pajamas on" he says winking. He pulls out pajama pants and a shirt "wait Ni keep your shirt off. I say, he grins, "turn around...... or don't" he says grinning. He lays down next to me, bare chested.

I smile, running my fingers over his chest. He smiles at me running his fingers through my loose hair.