Disastrous

Thirteen

I couldn't help but feel slightly lost in Niall's apartment. It was a little bigger than mine, and Niall had immediately promised his spare room as my paint room. I informed him that I didn't need him to do that, it wasn't necessary because I was planning on sleeping in the spare room.

But Niall would have none of that.

He insisted that I stay in his room, with him. He didn't go into much detail after that but I surely had some of my own ideas. I still wouldn't say we were a couple, but quite honestly I wasn't sure of our status.

Friends? No. We were more than that.

Co-parents? That sounded odd.

I just wasn't sure.

"How you doin' over there?" Niall smirks, and I snap my gaze to him. He's sitting on the couch, curiously watching as I stand motionless in the middle of his apartment. My cheeks heat up immediately and squeeze the box I'm holding in my hands.

"Oh, uhm.."

"Let me take that."

Niall stands and gently takes the small box from my hands, despite my protests. Niall didn't want me to strain myself at all.

"Where am I putting this?" He asks, glancing back and fourth.

"Your room?" I suggest, biting the corner of my lip.

"Our room." He corrects me, turning away and walking down the hall. I smile, blushing once again; thankful that he isn't staring at me right now.

I needed to change into clothes for bed, but once again I was too timid to just strut into Niall's room and openly begin stripping.

He pokes his head out of the doorway then, hand gripping tightly to the doorframe. Niall's fluffy blond hair falls in front of his eyes before he swipes it back, flicking his head to indicate me to come to him.

I fiddle with the hem of my top, slowly walking towards Niall. When I get to him I see he's changed into sweatpants and a muscle shirt. The thin white fabric leaves little to the imagination and I assume that he chose this shirt on purpose.

"Are you going to change?"

"Mhm"

I pull comfortable shorts and a tank top from one of the drawers Niall assigned me. I can feel his eyes on me from behind, my fingers playing around with the clothes in my hands. Sparing a glance over my shoulder, I confirm my suspicions to see his eyes locked on me.

"Turn around" I mumble, my cheeks on fire. Niall laughs, dramatically covering his eyes with his hand and spinning on his heel. I yank the shorts on quickly the moment my yoga pants touch the ground. My top follows, and when I turn around I frown to see Niall no longer turned around.

He holds his hands up in defence, chuckling before he yanks the covers on the bed down.

"Relax, I didn't peek"

"Sure, Niall."

His laugh was scarcely close to the sound of majestical music. The way it echoed and bounced off the walls, radiating a happy feeling brought a smile to my lips. I found myself secretly hoping our son would be blessed with a laugh like his father's.

"Come on, now." Niall holds his hand out to me. I take a few steps forward and take his sweet gesture, allowing him to tug me closer to him. He presses his lips to my forehead before urging me to climb into the warm bed.

Sighing, I do so and pull the covers up to my chin. His bed is big, the covers cool against my bare skin. I feel the comfortable mattress dip behind me as Niall gets in, his arm wrapping around me from behind. The white tank top I'm wearing is lifted slightly to expose more soft skin on my stomach, Niall's hand gently touching over the bulge. I sigh happily, allowing his fingers to explore the expanse of my baby tummy. His lips meet my shoulder, fingers stroking gently, his palm soothingly warm.

I let him travel higher, hand sliding over my belly button. My fingers push the long waves of my dark hair over my shoulder and out of the way.

With my hair moved, Niall's lips gently touch my neck. I shiver, goosebumps trailing my arms as his warm lips gently suck. An outward gasp is released from my parted lips as Niall's hand moves even higher to cup my breast. My back arches into him, the warmth of his skin felt through my thin top.

He's gentle with me, squeezing slightly at my breast. My head rolls back, resting against his shoulder. Niall groans, sucking down the column of my neck.

I breathily sigh as his hand pulls away, trailing down my body. His fingers dip beneath the comfortable fabric of my shorts and a shudder rolls through my body.

"Niall" I whimper, rough fingertips touching me outside of my underwear.

"It's okay." He assures, kissing the heated skin on my shoulder.

My thighs tense as his fingers slip inside of my underwear. I bite into my lip to hold back the strangled moans as his tips glide over my entrance, spreading my arousal. His room is dark now, and I find myself clinging tightly onto his forearm that's stretched over my hip.

Niall whispers sweet things in my ear as he easily slips two fingers inside of me. I'm groaning, wriggling in his hold and rubbing myself into his palm. My free hand fists the sheets, other gripping tighter to Niall's arm every time his fingers leave me.

When he stretches his long digits out, swirling them inside of me my head falls back and I gasp and groan his name. Niall shushes me, whispers that I'm safe and that everything is okay.

I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head, his thumb rubbing fast circles over my clitoris. His name leaves my mouth in breathy whispers of encouragement and I feel a rush of pleasure roll through me.

I come with a scream, my legs shaking. Niall continues to move his digits within me, slower now, until the tingling in my body subsides. He presses a messy kiss to my cheek, removing his fingers in the process.

I sigh as his hands readjust my shorts, his body comfortably lining up behind mine.

"Goodnight, Shay" He whispers sleepily, almost as if nothing even happened.

A/N:

Snuck another chapter in, it's just short but it's something :)