Disastrous

Fifteen

I was a little nervous the first night away from the hospital, but Niall assured multiple times that he would take care of me.

However, for some reason I was too nervous to even close my eyes.

Niall holds my hand in his, saying that he'll stay up with me for as long as I need. I know he is exhausted from staying with me at the hospital yet he is still willing to sacrifice his much needed sleep for me.

"Talk to me," I whisper, pressing my cheek to his bare shoulder. He gently plays with my fingers, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"What do you want me to talk about?" He chuckles, warm lips planting a kiss to the top of my head.

"You." I respond, nuzzling further into him to hide my flushed cheeks. I wanted to know more about Niall. I wanted to know all the little things, I just wanted him to talk to me like we've known each other for years.

I listen intently while Niall tells me about his childhood. He explains how it was growing up with an older brother, a relationship that I can compare with my own big brother. He intently describes his older sister, and the passion she has for music much like his passion for football. He talks about his mum and how everyone says he has her laugh. He tells me that his father is his hugest role model, and he is excited for me to meet him. After the family talk he goes deeper, talking about how he hates mustard with a passion and thinks American beer isn't strong enough. I laugh when he tells me about the one time he stole his brother Greg's clothes when he went skinny dipping, and cry when he explains the very first time he had his heart broken by a girl.

Sometime during his stories I feel my eyes drifting closed, fingers tightening around his. Slowly, his angelic voice gets softer as I fall asleep, and I faintly remember Niall tugging the blanket over me before soothingly rubbing my arm with his warm hand.

*

When I wake up in the morning, the sun is streaming in through the bedroom window. Niall is snoring lightly behind me, my back pressed as tight as possible to his front. His fingers are literally tangled in the draw string of my pj shorts, he must have been playing with them in his sleep. With a groan, I manage to untangle our wrapped up legs and kick the warm sheets away from my body.

Niall groans as I try to wiggle from beneath his arm, a frustrated grunt leaving his pouted lips as he pulls me back to him. I can help but giggle, spinning around in his hold to face him. I can't get as close as I would like due to my stomach, but I'm close enough to sponge kisses to the frowning crease in his forehead.

The gesture clearly relaxes him and his tight arm that's wrapped around me loosens off, giving me the opportunity to escape.

I would love to lay in bed with him all day long, but I really had to pee.

The moment my feet touch the ground Niall's fingers wrap around my wrist, weakly attempting to pull me back to bed.

"Shayyy" He whines, shifting around on the bed. I look over my shoulder to see his eyes squinted in the sunlight, a frown on his pink lips.

"Come back to bed. Please." His accent is so thick and attractive that I nearly forget about my bladder and jump back to him.

"I have to pee Niall" I giggle, trying to pull my arm from him. He playfully growls, and before I know it he has me sprawled on my back with him hovering over top of me.

Niall is in a push up position, hands planted either side of my head as he avoids putting pressure on my stomach.

A gasp escapes my lips as Niall nudges my head to the side with his, nose brushing my neck. My lip is pulled between my teeth as he trails wet kisses over my skin, dipping his warm tongue into the groove of my collar bone.