The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Eighteen - Sex (Not really) And Nando's

Niall's P.O.V.

"Hello?" Juliette answered. Her voice was sweet and pure. I hadn't heard it in days.

"Hey." I replied, my tone flirty and cheeky.

"I haven’t seen you in ages! Come round? I just got out the shower." She flirted back.

"Ten minutes." I promised.

I made it to her front door in eight, glad that I had kept my word. I lifted my hand to knock but she beat me to it, opening the door as wide as possible. She was wearing her purple knee-length silk dressing gown with underwear beneath it. Her hair was damp and hung loose, caressing her shoulders. She looked beautiful. She smelled like oranges again, her sweet aroma filling my lungs. She took my hand and pulled me through the door, I closed it behind me. Her lips looked so soft and inviting. She put her arms around my waist slowly and I did the same. Savoring every moment, every breath...

I brushed my lips against hers, they parted and I felt her smile. She moved her hands so they were on my chest. I held her closer and she moved her hands down to my abs. Then to my lower stomach, further and further.

 We ended up in her bedroom. We were lying on her bed. I was naked and she was in her bra and knickers. Probably the longest kiss we'd had so far ended and we lay on our sides facing each other. "What are you thinking about?" She breathed.

I decided that there was no easy way to say this. I knew what the answer would be, but it was worth a try. I didn't want to sound disrespectful or demanding. She had asked me what I was thinking about, so I told her. “Sleep with me, Juliette. Please, we can do it wherever you want, we’ll make it romantic.”

She turned away from me and shook her head. "No. Don’t ask again please, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.” She had amazing self control. I didn't mind. I loved her, so why should I make her do something she wasn't comfortable with? That's just sick. I suddenly felt guilty. “I don’t mean to pressure you. I won’t ask again.”

She thanked me and kissed me once more. It was only a peck. It seemed like she had lost her trust in me and that hurt. She went to get dressed in the bathroom. My clothes were on the floor; I picked them up and slipped them back on. I smelled of sweat. Luckily, Juliette preferred Lynx to women’s brands. She claimed it was because it worked better and smelled nicer. I looked around her bedroom. I’d never really paid a lot of attention to the room itself, just the girl who lived in it. One of the bigger walls was completely covered with posters, cuttings from magazines, post cards, that kind of thing. The other walls were bare. She had a double bed with a dream catcher hung over it. She believed it really worked. It had for me when I slept there, or maybe it was just the fact that she was lying in my arms.

She re-entered the room wearing purple skinny jeans and a white bralet. Her hair had naturally dried and gone curly. She didn’t wear make-up; she’d been wearing less and less lately. I preferred her that way. “Are you alright?” She questioned. She sat next to me on the bed and put her arms around my shoulders.

“Yes.” I said as cheerfully as possible, smiling at her. I was fine, just tired. I didn’t want her to think there was something wrong when there wasn't.

"Niall don't do this to me, please." She begged.

"Do what? Juliette I'm fine! If you don't want to have sex, then you don't have to. It's not as if we don't do other things, right? Tell me when you're ready and I'll make it the best experience of your life."

She smiled at me and kissed my neck. "What's it like?" She asked curiously.

"Pretty good. With you, it will be amazing." I said gently, my hands tracing her waist.

"Shall we go out somewhere?" She asked eventually.

"Sure."

She took me to Nando's. The same one she used to work in.

"Jules!" I heard a high pitched voice shriek with delight as we walked through the door.

"Katie!" Juliette cired, hugging one of the waitresses tightly. She was small with thick black hair. She glanced at me, and then looked back at Juliette with wide eyes. She whispered something to Juliette that made her giggle in response. Katie took us to a private table and took our order so we didn't have to get up and draw attention to ourselves.

"What did she say?" I laughed when we were finally alone.

"She asked me 'is that who I think it is?' I'm surprised she didn't ask you for an autograph." I looked up to see quite a lot of people looking at us. "We should've brought security." She sighed as she followed my gaze.

"No, I don't like when they're around all the time. I can't have private conversations. We had to fire a guy last year because he told the media loads of private things about us."

"I remember that, last March. Elle and I got up early to buy all the papers and magazines. I think we still have them somewhere."

"So where's this ex-boss of yours?" I asked looking around again. I wanted Juliette to get her job back, she hated having nothing to do and not earning any money.

"I think today is her day off." She sounded grateful.

"That's too bad,the last thing she wants is me on her case." I mock-threatened.

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

Katie brought our food and we ate it happily. Juliette loved food just as much as I did. "Are Elle and Peter alright now? Harry seems happier and more confident which is great." I stated. I didn't know a lot about the situation, Juliette probably knew everything.

"They are both in love with her, she's torn between them; I feel so sorry for her." Juliette sighed. I nodded in agreement.

"Juliette, will you be upset if this is in papers and magazines tomorrow morning?" I asked lightly, gesturing towards our hands that were entwined in the middle of the table.

"I'll just have to live with it. It won't be that bad right?" She didn't have a clue how bad it was.

"What about if you get thousands of hate messages on Twitter and Facebook in a matter of minutes?" I tried to make the words sound as harmless as possible, but that was the reality of it.

"I'll delete my accounts if it gets that bad." She said simply. It wasn't really as easy as that, but I went along with it, not wanting to upset her.

"Juliette?" I had decided that it felt like the right time and place to tell her exactly how I felt.

"Yes?"

"I Love you." I looked up to see that she was smiling. Just her normal, beautiful smile.

"I Love you too."