Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 20

There was silence in the car between Niall and myself. We were parked in the driveway just sitting staring into nothingness, I didn’t mean what I said about him leaving at least half of me didn’t, but I couldn’t find the strength to open the car door and get out. Maggy already left, five minutes before without a word to be said to any of us. I was still sitting in the backseat and Niall sat in the driver seat gripping the steering wheel. I didn’t know what to say but I feel as if I should at least say something.

I go to open my mouth but nothing comes out as I stare at his knuckles turning white, realizing just how angry he is, and wondering why exactly he is that furious. It isn’t as if we are together, we shared a few kisses, he has seen me emotionally wrecked, and he knows my deepest darkest secret, but at the end of the day he is Niall Horan, from One Direction, he does not have time for a girlfriend or relationship that has this much problems.

“Niall..” my voice was weak, “Let’s just go talk at my house okay.” I state quietly as I open the car door and limply get out, not sure what I am going to say if he does follow me. I don’t wait for him though, if he wants to come then he will, there is no need in forcing him. I make my way down the small path behind the main house to my house, I know Niall is following by the shuffling of his feet behind me. I open my door, and step aside for him to follow in. I close the door, my back towards him, as I stare at the door.

He roughly grips my shoulder, surprising me, turning me around and pushing me against the door with a loud thud. I look up at him, my eyes wide from the sudden action. His eyes were a dark blue now as he stared at me and all I saw was lust. I didn’t know where this was going, I am not sure why I see lust, why he was acting this way, when this was far from the reaction I was expecting.

“I’m not leaving whether you like it or not.” He states in a harsh whisper, and before I can argue and object his lips are forcefully on mine, and he has my arms pinned against the door so I can’t push him away. I kiss back though, he was being forceful but passionate at the same time, he knew what he wanted and he showed every which way that he was going to get it.

Once he knew I wasn’t going to fight back – which I knew I wasn’t – he let go of my arms and moved his hands around my waist pulling me closer into him, I wrapped my arms around his neck squeezing him closer to me, and deepening the kiss. Our lips danced together and soft moans escaped each of us.

He pulled away after what seemed like forever, both of us catching our breaths as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“Sorry couldn’t help myself.” He says with a slight smirk, his blue eyes glistening. I shake my head at him, dismissing his statement, because I know I won’t be able to help myself. I take his face into my hands and kiss him again only this time I’m in charge.

I take off my jacket in the process of kissing him as he does the same, leaving the clothing behind on the hardwood floor. His hands travel slightly under my shirt as he grips my waist, pulling me into him. My hands travel up to his hair as I run my fingers through it gently.

He pulls away, looking me in the eyes, and slightly pulls away. The thought of rejection makes my stomach ache especially being rejected by him. Not only that I wasn’t even sure what I wanted or what he would be rejecting. Instead he grabs my hand in his and pulls me up the stairs leading me to my room.

With such conviction and cockiness he says, “Let’s make this more interesting.” As he pulls me to him, picking me up as I wrap my legs around him smiling at him and kissing him once again. He walks over to my bed laying me on my back as he hovers over me still kissing me intensely. His hands move to the hem of my shirt pulling it up slightly, as his hand gently strokes my side then gripping my hip. My hands moved to his back gripping his shoulders, and slightly scratching down until I find the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head breaking the kiss. Niall’s body was toned and I couldn’t help but stare, moving from the top of his jeans slowly over his torso to where his eyes met mine and the lust in his eyes was even more present than before.

I don’t have a clue what I am getting myself into, but the thing is I don’t care, at this moment I am not sulking over everything, I am not remembering the hurt and pain I have received through the past couple of days, I am forgetting. He smirks, toying with my hem slowly bringing it up, but keeping eye contact with me. I help him pulling my shirt off faster for him and fling it across the room, and grab his face once again bringing it closer to me, our lips dancing together once again.

He started working on my shorts button, moving between that and gripping my waist which was only driving me more crazy. He takes his other hand and glides it under my lower back bringing me to a half sitting position, our bare skin touching sending shock waves through me. I decide to take charge, I pull away from our never ending kiss and lightly push his shoulder making him go on his back as I straddle him feeling how excited he was getting. I pull my long hair over to one side, laying it over my shoulder so it doesn’t get in the way. I lean down and lay small teasing pecks across his jaw line, hearing him moan slightly. I move down his neck and kiss along his collar bone until he gasps knowing I found his soft spot as I suck lightly on that certain spot. He grips my hips pushing me down as I am still straddling him. I lean up smirking at him as he makes eye contact with me.

“Enough of that.” His voice was raspy and certainly even more sexy. He flips me back over and leans slightly back unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them off, once they are off he crawls back in between my legs and starts kissing my collar bone and down my stomach. He kept going lower and lower and I was getting nervous, not sure if I wanted him to do that, he looked up at me once he was at the hem of my underwear. I guess I looked nervous because he came back up and started to kiss me, which I was thankful for.

I started to toy with his pants button, unbuttoning them and slightly pull them down by the belt loops as we continued to kiss, he helps by kicking them off and onto the floor, he breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes, searching between them, I think for reassurance, and I leaned in connecting our lips together and moving my hands to the back of my bra, releasing the clamps and sliding it off putting it with the rest of clothes along the floor. I bring Niall closer to me, my breast pushed up against his bare chest and he lays us back down. He breaks the kiss to pull my underwear off in a teasing manner. He pulls of his boxers from what I could tell after he kisses me again, and slips between my legs again….