Starstruck ↬ Niam Horayne (COMPLETED)

008| Marco, Polo

This chapter gets a little fluffy so stick around dudes :) -Jewel

LIAM

I saw the perky blonde walk outside, drunkenly, of course. He gave me sloppy side smile walking closer to me, "Hi.." He said looking up at me, the music loud as hell, loud enough to feel the vibrations. "You wanted me out here?" God, that accent. 

I smiled at him grabbing his hands walking backward he followed me with a strange look, like the look like, what're we about to do, we're gonna get in trouble type of look. I chuckled shaking my head, "Ya got your phone on ya?" I slurred he shook his head no. I stepped into the slightly heated pool. I grabbed his waist unexpectedly throwing him into the water. He squealed as he hit the water, I came up and looked at me his white tee-shirt now soaked. 

"What'd ya do that for?" He asked chuckling lightly moving his wet blonde locks out of the way of his eyes. I just smirked swimming over to the boy.

"Cause I can," I said with shrug taking his waist in my hands again pulling him close to me, "Why don't you take off that shirt," I whispered in his ear, he looked at me and rolled his eyes as he pushed on my chest.

"No." He teased laughter following his words shortly after. I raised my eyebrow smirking letting go of his waist my hands attaching the hem of his shirt. "I got it, I'm a big boy, dad." He said taking his shirt off throwing it to the side of the pool. "What about your top?" He slurred squinted at me. 

I shrugged taking it off throwing it over to where he put his, "Ya happy?" I asked swimming around to warm up a little. 

He smiled taking his shoes and socks off, it was hilarious watching him try and take them off, throwing them over to where we put our tops. I stared at him a bit, the moonlight shining down on him, he was absolutely stunning. "What're you looking at?" He asked quietly. I chuckled swimming over to smaller lad. Taking him into my arms.

"You," I spoke softly looking down into his ocean blue eyes, "But aren't you uncomfortable in those jeans?" I questioned him and nodded slightly.

"Turn around you creep," Niall said pushing me away from him. I did as was told turning around I heard a splash in the water and then arms grab my shoulders, "What about you Mr. Big shot?" He looked back slightly laughing a bit.

"If you could get off me I could possibly take off these pants." He nodded letting go of my shoulders, he was drunk, really drunk, because he would never be this nice to me. After doing so, we splashed at each other a bit. 

"Let's play a game!" I said splashing him, he giggled (R.I.P. my ears), and looked over at me intrigued in what I had to say. "Marco Polo. If I win I get a kiss," He smiled.

"Okay, but if I win?" I shrugged biting my lip.

"I get a guitar." He said with a smile, "Autographed and all." I nodded at the blonde.

"Okay, go away so we can play!" I splashed him again. I closed my eyes, "Marco." I shouted my eyes screwed shut I swam a bit. 

"Polo." He giggled it was coming from left for sure. I went to my left and swam all around that area but he wasn't there.

"Marco!" I said flinging my arms as I spun in the water to see if I could touch him, but no, he wasn't near me I guess.

"Polo." I turned towards his voice reaching out for him, only to touch the wall.

"Why are you so good at this?" I asked still blindly wandering around.

"Real question is why do you suck at this?" He giggled and that little giggle gave away where was I went in front of my reaching out, finally. I opened my eyes and laughed.

"Says the one who just lost," I said looking at him, "now I get to kiss you." He groaned but nodded, I smirked grabbing him by the waist.

Our lips inches apart my hot breath hit his lips, I stared into his innocent blue eyes he fluttered shut I leaned down our noeses brushing together, his lips slightly pouted, I leaned down even more finally our lips brushing together, we kissed, his lips were so soft, it was incredible. I bit down on his bottom lip he immeadately opened his mouth letting my tounge roam he moaned in the process of our tounges fighting for domanice, I obviously won. He ran his hands up from my cheeks and into my hair, tugging on it slightly. Once we finally pulled away we were both out of breath.

He wasn't going to remember this tomorrow morning but I will.