Oh my fucking goodness. This is sooo late. Like. Two months. OMG. Thank you soooooooo much guys for being so patient ! I love you ! And I'll be writing more often from now on! Promise!
And kat. I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted. D: but I tried.
Stay sexy (;
-Rikaaaaaaaaa
The unfamiliar streets make me question my navigation skills. I pull out my phone dialing his number.
"H-Hello?" His voice stutters, making his Irish accent grow thick.
"Hey Niall. I'm on my way to your place but I have no I idea where to go." I say blankly as I take in my surroundings.
"What street are you on?"
"Ermmm."
"Umm. Actually you're right in front of my house." He answers before I can even find the street sign.
"What?"
I look at the house beside me, scanning the windows until a familiar face smiles at me.
"Oh." I hang up, approaching his doorsteps and ringing the doorbell. He answers immediately, leading me inside.
"Um my rooms up the stairs." He points. I make my way up the stairs finding a room with the door wide open and heading inside. His room is clean considering that he's a boy. There's records of old bands on his walls, about five guitars that sit quietly on their stands, a set of drums and a black piano.
"You really love music." I conclude.
"Yeah. I guess you can say that." He stuffs his hands down his pockets, taking a seat on his bed.
"Okay, erm. Do you have the paper from last class? We need to practice our performance." I suggest as I sit on the seat before the piano.
I listen as he shuffles through papers.
"Here." He hands me the papers, quickly making his way to his guitars picking out the biggest acoustic one. He sits on his bed, beside me, before he begins plucking the intro.
He's so good.
"Forever can never be long enough for me,
I feel like I've had long enough with you."
My eyes close as I hang my head low concentrating on the beauty of his voice.
He gives me the chills.
"Forget the world now we won't let them see,
But there's one thing left to do."
"Now that the way it has lifted,
Love has surely shifted, my way." I sing softly. I can literally feel his eyes on my face as my heart begins to race. I slowly place my fingers on the keys of the piano, taking in the feel of the instrument before lightly beginning to play.
"Marry me," we sing in harmony.
"Today and everyday
Marry me,
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café, say you will, mhmm, say you will, mhmm."
Before I can begin to sing my part of the verse, he stops playing his guitar and I pause, frozen in my seat as he places his guitar down and sits close beside me. He turns to face me, his side of the chair now in between his legs.
I've never felt this vulnerable before.
His hand reaches up for my cheek, away from him, and lightly pulls my face to meet his.
I find it hard to look at him so I let my eyes travel around his jumper.
"Go to prom with me."
My eyes widen when the words process in my mind.
Prom.
I look at him, his icy blue eyes making me breathless.
His thumb caresses my cheek as he studies my face. It slowly moves from my cheek to my chin and finally to my bottom lip.
He lightly pulls down at my lip.
What is he do-
Before I can ask myself what's happening his lips press against mine causing my instincts to act.
My hands grip at his waist, pulling him closer to my body. He smiles in the kiss before picking me up bridal style and taking me to his bed. I can't help but laugh as he sets me on the bed. He starts nibbling in the crook of my neck. I play with the blonde strands of hair, allowing the feeling of pleasure take over.
He kisses down my cleavage before pulling up the hem of my shirt and raising it towards my chest. I stretch my arms above my head as he strips me of my shirt. He doesn't hesitate, forcefully pulling my pants down my legs along with my panties.
He rises to kiss me once again before I remove him of his shirt and pants.
I stop, breathing heavily, staring into his eyes.
"Yes." I breathe.
"What?" he laughs looking at my lips.
"Yes. I'll go to prom with you." And without a second passing, his lips meet mine once again, laughing in between breaths.
His lips part, "I can't wait."
