Horan Next Door (a Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Questions?

Chapter 9

Questions?

(A/N

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Niall and I were left in the kitchen of his apartment making snacks.

I pulled out some fruits and veggies and washed them, then chopped them. Having a healthy snack for us!

Niall grabbed a bag of plain chips and put them in a bowl. He then grabbed out a bag of brownies, some cookies, and chocolate covered pretzels and laid them on a plate.

"I think that's enough food!" I giggled.

"I don't know. Have you seen me eat?" Niall laughs.

His laugh automatically puts a stupid ass grin on my face.

"Yes I have and I realize that, this I guess will just have to do!" I wink and grab the chip bowl and veggie plate.

I walk into his living room and place the food on the coffee table, before plopping down on the couch.

Niall follows in with the cookie tray and some drinks. He puts down the tray and hands me a drink.

I take the drink and look at it closely.

"It's not alcohol, I wouldn't do that after the other night" Niall smirks.

"Shutup Niall." I giggle taking a sip. I believe it's iced tea.

"I want to get to know you Skyler!" He gushes.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Everything and anything" he smirks

"Well be more specific" I demand and lightly swat his arm playfully.

"Ok, what's your favourite colour?" Niall grins.

"Blue, purple, and coral. I can't seem to choose one." I smile and he chuckles "my turn to ask a question, boxers or briefs?" I smirk

"Boxers" he laughs. "How far have you gone with a guy?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"All the way" I say blushing. It's true. I've done it. I mean I used to be one for the whole 'sex before marriage' thing but what if the guy you think you want to marry sucks in bed? Wouldn't that suck.

"What did the guy mean to you?" Niall asks, curiosity laces his voice.

"Well the guy I lost it to I was 14 and thought I new everything about love. So I wanted to see how he was in bed. He sucked ass so after I lost my virginity, I didn't see the problem in having safe sex!"

Niall looks at me with a confused yet disappointed expression. "So it wasn't even special to you?"

"It is now" I smile and he smiles back "how about you? How many girls have you gone all the way with?"

Niall starts counting on his fingers and when he passes 15 my face turns worried.

He turns and looks at me before laughing. "I'm just kidding" I pout "5" he casually answers.

"What did your first time mean to you?"

"Absolutely nothing." He frowns "my first time happened at a party the very first time I was drunk when I was 15. Some 17 year old girl broke up with her boyfriend and used me to make herself feel better." He flatly remarks.