To Reach

Chapter Eighteen: For Hearts That Ache

“Niall, we can’t keep going in circles,” Sabella sighed, sitting cross-legged on the grass across from him.

“I know we can’t, but you can’t be with him, Sabella!” Niall shouted, throwing his hands into the air.

“You’re mine, Gorgeous. You know that, deep down within your very soul, you know. You still shift towards me when I’m near, your lips part when you catch sight of me, and your eyes fill up with your heart. I’m not an idiot, Sabella. I’m very much inside of you, coursing through you.” Niall said, eyes focusing on the brunette.

                Sabella pursed her lips together as she let his words tumble around in her brain. She could not even argue with anything that he said for he was right. Damn him for being right, but he was indeed. Being away from Harry and him for a week didn’t do what she had wanted it to do, no; it made her focus on Niall. She found herself thinking about him, if he was alright, if he needed her. She found that her love for Harry didn’t override her love for Niall which was troubling. How could she keep from ripping Harry apart when her heart continued to call out for Niall?

“Harry needs me, Niall.” Sabella finally said, eyes focused on his turbulent blue ones.

“I fucking need you! I need you to sleep, to eat, to function! I need to feel your skin against mine, hear your breathing when I wake up in the middle of the night! He can survive without you, but when you aren’t with me I’m only half a man.” Niall retorted, voice gradually elevating as he became more and more passionate in his words.

                Sabella had no time to reaction before Niall was on her. His lips pressed to hers, his weight forcing her onto her back, and his hips in between her thighs. He was kissing her as though she was the very thing he needed to live, and maybe that wasn’t so far from the truth.

“Oh, Ni.” Sabella whimpered, fingers tangling in his thick, blonde hair.

                Niall moved his lips over her cheek, down her throat, over her collar bone, and back up to her lips. He kept a steady, slow grinding of his hips against hers all the while. His right hand was cupping her left cheek, thumb stroking it, while his left hand was pressing against her breast.

“Do you feel all of this? I wake up and I just imagine how good it would be for you to be next to me. We’re it, you’re the one, we’re codependent. I can’t live without you and you aren’t alive without me.” Niall pressed, voicing his heart as best he could.

“It has always been you,” Sabella breathed out before he took possession of her mouth again.

“I’m going to make love to you on this very spot.” Niall swore, kneeling to free his arms in order to tug Sabella’s leggings down and unbutton his jeans.

                Sabella watched with lust glazed hazel eyes as Niall freed their lower halves before joining them together. She rolled her eyes closed, arched her back, and moaned his name softly as he entered her body. She was buzzing with emotions, she was alive, and he was the reason. Feeling his weight upon her and his breathe against her cheek, Sabella opened her eyes as she straightened her back to see his face. His eyes were deeper, full of unspoken words of love and tenderness.

                Niall quirked the corner of his mouth up just a bit before he began to slowly move inside of her. He was taking his time, fanning the flames of their passion while renewing their unspoken vows to one another. His eyes stayed locked with hers, watching the intense swirl of emotions she couldn’t vocalize as she moaned his name.

                Sabella reached up, grabbed fistfuls of his hair, and yanked his face to hers. She was kissing him, proclaiming her love in the most physical of ways. He groaned her name into her mouth, allowing her tongue to creep in. Their mouths parted with the need to fill their lungs with air, but just as quickly as they parted they were kissing once more. The love was coursing through them, they were alive, they were complete, and were tipping over the highest point.

                Niall ripped his mouth from Sabella’s as she began to orgasm, crying out his name, shaking, and clenching her inner muscles around his erratically. Niall shouted her name as he shot himself inside of her body just before collapsing on top of her.

                Sabella awoke with a start, jackknifing up in her bed. Her chest was heaving, desperately trying to catch her breath after such a powerful and realistic dream. Her body was buzzing with need and her heart ached. Guiltily, she looked over her shoulder to see Harry peacefully sleeping. It had only been two days since he joined her at her parents’ house and this was the second night in a row she woke up from a dream about Niall. If Harry was the right choice why was Niall invading her dreams, and why did she ache for him so?

“Niall, mate, this is the second night in a row that you’ve woken up from a dream with Sabella to go work out. I’m beginning to worry about you.” Liam yawned from the side of the boxing ring.

“If I don’t get rid of this pent up frustration I’ll never sleep, Liam.” Niall huffed, jabbing the air twice while bouncing around on the balls of his feet.

“Do you want to tell me exactly what the dream was about?” Liam questioned, holding back another yawn.

“I was making love to her and she was promising me that we were the real deal, no more in between.” Niall answered, halting his movements to turn and look at Liam.

“Niall….”Liam trailed off, unsure of what exactly he was supposed to say to that.

“I know, it’s ridiculous, yeah? This fucking blows. She’s half of me, Liam. I miss everything we did; I’m missing half my heart without her.” Niall revealed, taking off the boxing gloves.

“I’m sorry, mate.” Liam responded, unable to think of anything else to say.

                A buzzing sound caused both guys to look over to where Niall had discarded his phone. Liam looked at Niall and shrugged, it obviously wasn’t him messaging Niall. Niall shrugged back and hopped out of the ring, heading towards the phone. The message that greeted him sucked the air from his lungs.

I had a dream about you, about us, again for the second night in a row. I miss you, Niall. God, I miss you so much. I feel like a piece of me is missing and I don’t know what to do about this. Harry’s with me now and all I can think about is you.