If You Told Me To; A Niall Horan Fanfic

chapter 4

I begin getting ready for the club tonight. Niall, the boys and their girlfriends and I were going out to have a good time before the boys had to leave for an Australian tour. I had about an hour before Niall was due to pick me up.

I climbed out of the shower, throwing a towel over my wet hair to dry it. I slipped one of my tight red dresses on then did my make up. I put a tad bit of moouse in my hair and left it fall to my shoulders. I slipped on my black jacket then grabbed my heels and headed out to the den.

Niall walked in moments later. He stops dead in his tracks, drinking me in. I smile mischevously at him. “You look gorgeous.” He chokes. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” I reply kissing him lightly on the cheek, but letting it linger. A slight gasp escapes his lips, he was getting excited already. “Later pretty boy.” I say smirking at him as I take him by the belt loop to the car.

Niall glances at me sideways every couple of minutes while he drives to the club. Every time he does I move slightly, exposing more of my legs from under the already revealingly short dress. And everytime I do that he moans quietly, eyes moving quite fast back to the road. I let out a giggle at his uncomfortableness.

Slowly my hand makes its way up his thigh making him shiver with pleasure. This time when he looks at me he makes eye contact. There was lust and want in his eyes. I lean my head down taking away his uncomfortableness. I was surprised that he was able to keep control of the car.

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“Glad you guys could finally make it.” Liam announces as Niall and I walk hand in hand to where he and Danielle sat. “We had a bit of a dilemma.” I respond, winking at Niall. Harry walks up and pats Niall on the back.

“Congrats on the sex.” He yells over the music. Niall’s face turns red while I just shrug, smirking. Harry had his arm around no one other than my little sister Tyra. She was looking around the club for someone else and looked completely bored.

“Morgan you’re looking quite good in that dress.” Harry tells me with a wink. “But I bet you would look better with it off.” He adds. “Wouldnt you like to know.” I say with a snort. Harry was already drunk and the night had only just started. “Too late.” He mumbles.