Goodbye for now || n.h

Chapter 15

I was lying on my back upon the sheets. We were in Spain for our honeymoon and Dakota was currently in the bathroom. According to herself, she had a surprise for me. And knowing my wife I had a bet with myself that she would come out from the bathroom, wearing nothing but lace underwear. After all, it was our wedding night.

Then I heard her turning off the lights, so I turned my gaze towards the doorway. Only a few seconds later, she showed up. I was right. She wore black lace underwear along with a black silk rob. She placed her hands on the doorframe, grinning at me.

"Do you like what you see?"

"I like it a lot. Why don't you let me have a closer look at it?" I grinned back.

She slowly made her way over to the bed. Without waiting or hesitating she climbed up and straddled my thighs. Her hands locked themselves behind my neck and she gave me an intense kiss. Meanwhile she was taking my breath away, I decided to take her rob away. I undid the soft straps and pulled it off of her, making her disconnect her hands from my neck for a second. I tossed it aside and leaned off of the headboard.

Dakota took the hem of my shirt in her hands and pulled it off. She crawled down a bit, teasing me by unzipping my pants slowly. From her mischievous grin I could tell she knew I liked it. As soon as we were both in our underwear, I flipped us over so I was on top of her instead.

"Your outfit looks amazing." I told her. "Mind if I take it off?"

"Not at all, husband."

I grinned and unhooked her bra. It ended up on the floor with the rest of our clothes, so did my boxers. Then I told her to lift up her bum a bit and I slowly pulled off her lace panties. We started kissing passionately again, almost not having the time to breathe. I could tell she was as eager as me to let our wedding night officially begin.

It was weird thinking about us being married. Niall and Dakota Horan.

"Wait." I said against her lips, as I felt her hands tracing down my stomach. "I need to go get-"

"Don't." She breathed against my lips, lightly tugging at my hair.

"Skip it?" I asked, kissing her neck.

"Skip it." She said, quietly moaning into my naked shoulder.

I pulled the sheets up to the middle of my back and looked down at her.

"I love you, Dakota Horan."

"I love you, Niall Horan."

***
"Here's your change, and don't be a stranger." I smiled at the young girl in front of me.

She and her friends giggled as they headed towards the exit, and a smirk appeared on my lips when I heard one of them say, "he was hot" on their way out. Guessing wildly, they were around sixteen years old. I took it as a compliment that younger girls thought that I was "hot". Not that I'm that much older, but still.

The other customers were walking down the aisles, looking at different CD cases. Then I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and since there wasn't a line to the checkout, I decided that the coast was clear.

TEXT FROM: DAKOTA

"When do you get off work?"

TEXT FROM: NIALL

"In two hours, why?"

A guy came up to the desk, handing me a familiar album.

"Ah, Twenty One Pilots." I said. "Used to listen to them quite a lot when I was your age." I told the kid as I scanned the case.