Lay Down In My Arms - Niall Horan Fanfiction (Trilogy to If I'm Louder)

Chapter 1 - Fourteen?

I bite my lip, grinning. After we left the ceremony, we went to eat at Nandos and then came back home.

"So? Do you want to get our own flat?" Niall asked.

I nod, giggling. "I'd like that... a lot."

"We all have our own flats, but we prefer to live together. Actually Z and I have a flat together, Lou and Haz have a flat together, and Liam has his own but we decided that we're always together so we might as well live together."

"Well, if I get a house, the last roommate that I want is Zayn."

He laughs. "I understand. We can move into a flat that we don't use. It's just sitting there, going to waste anyway."

I smile and hug him, "I'd like that."

*

I smile to myself, painting the walls of the livingroom a soft blue color. Niall was painting the wall opposite to mine.

We had already painted the other rooms.

"Hey, babe."

I look over my shoulder to Niall. "Mhm?"

"I know how you miss Manhattan, so how about we make a pact?" He bent down to set the paintbrush on a paint tray. He turns and walks over to me. He smiles at me. "Every time the lads and I have a break, we'll take a two month trip to Manhattan and then a two month trip to Mullingar?"

"We don't have to go every time you get a break," I chuckle.

"But still. Most of the time. That way we both can see our friends and family."

I smile at him and set down the paintbrush. I give him a tight hug. "Thank you."

"For what?" he chuckles, rubbing my back. He kisses my forehead.

"For being so sweet," I laugh.

"So we have a deal?"

I grin and look at him. I nod. "We have a deal."

"So?" He grins and wiggles his eyebrows. "Should we kiss on it?"

I laugh and lean up to peck his lips. I brush our lips together, "I love you." He grinned and met me half way, giving me a lingering peck. Once we broke, he whispered something in my ear that made me go red. "When these walls dry, I'm gonna take you on in each and every one of these rooms."

"NIALL!" I gasp and hit his chest.

He holds up a hand, closing his eyes. "Don't give me a preview."

I went wide eyed. "Niall, you're disgusting."

"Oh, you like it nasty. Don't lie," he teases. He pokes at my sides. A sly smirk on his lips.

"Oh my God," I laugh. I roll my eyes. "You're a pervert."

"The pervert that you love, so it's cool," he chuckles. He shrugs, nodding his head. I roll my eyes.

"Really, how the hell did that happen?"

He huffs and crosses his arms. "It's still not funny," he said blankly. I grin and pinch his cheek.

"Oh, stop sulking. You love me."

"I guess," he sighed teasingly, turning to walk back to the other wall. I chuckle to myself.

When we finish and the walls dry. The others help us with the furniture.

There were so many left over rooms, I actually got to have an art room just like back in Manhattan. I smile, just staring at the features.

There was an easel in the center. Stacks of blank canvases. Big windows that let light spill in, blind and drape free. In a corner of the room were boxes full of art supplies. The floor was hardwood while some rooms were carpet. The walls were blank, painted white. Niall said that I could take left over paint and create beautiful scenery since I'm "such a good artist."

"Hey, babe," Niall sung. I look at him to see him standing in the doorway. His arms crossed as he leant against the door frame. A smirk on his face. "They just left."

"Where are you going with this?" I ask dumbly.

"Remember what I told you early," he began towards me.

I went wide eyed, blushing. He met me in the room, grabbing my waist. "I believe that we'll start with this room... You know, we have fourteen to go so we better get started."

"Niall," I laugh nervously. He held the hem of my shirt in between his fingers, humming for me to go on. "I don't know about this."

"What's not to know?" he grinned, pushing his body up against mine. He narrows his eyes at me while a cocky smirk showed up. "What? Think you can't take me?"

My cheeks were inflamed. My mind was blank. I was nervous.

Fourteen rooms? Fourteen times? In a row?

"I-I-I just.... fourteen?"

"Afraid that I'll wear ya out?" he chuckles. "Cute."

"Niall..."

He sighs, "Katie, for the past few months I've barely even been able to spark a conversation with you between rehearsals and exams or graduation speeches and song writing. We've both been so busy. Everytime I got a break and planned out some romantic date, you turned me down and said that you needed to study. We've been packing the past few days. This is the longest conversation that I've had with you for a while. I miss you. I need you. I need to just be able to talk to you and spend time with you. And, Christ, it's been months since I've actually been able to give you a long kiss," he looks away, laughing. A tight line settles on his lips. As soon as he looks back at me, he sighs. "I just... I want you... every single bit of you. I want to have you every way I can-"

What? E-every way? Oh my God...

"-I just want you. I miss you so much. I miss holding you and kissing you. I don't just want you, I NEED you," he laughs softly. I bite my lip and smile. "Not it. I don't need sex. I need you. I could wait forever on that but when it comes to you," he sighs, tipping his head back. "Oh my God, ugh," he said. I laugh.

"Okay," I tell him. He drops his head to look at me. He smiles.

"Thank you." He dips his head to give me a kiss, beginning to unbutton the top of my jeans.

Ugh, this is going to be a painful day, isn't it, Squweeb?

STOP CALLING ME SQUWEEB! And yes, it will be. I mean, fourteen climaxes in a row? I'm glad that I can't feel that.

Oi.....