If only you knew (Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter 31

Niall's POV

"You son of a bitch!" I scream at the car as it drives away. Does he have her in his car? I need to find her.

I run towards what looks like trees; a lot of them. Nearly tripping over tree roots and getting tangles in a bunch of plants, I come across something. A pair of shoes. Tori's toms to be exact. Shit, no he couldn't of taken her. Not again.

"TORI," I cry out to the top branches and rain drops that are pelting at my face.

I collapse onto my knees and weep. My eyes closed yet focused on the wet, crushed leaves on the ground.

"Niall....." A faint voice calls for my name.

My breathing is fast, as well as my heart beat. "Tori?" I shout into the distance of the trees.

A figure comes out of the shadows, moving towards me. Long, wet hair and bare foot. Tori? I start to slowly walk towards the person.

The clothes are soon recognized. It is her! And she soon realizes it's me walking towards her.

"Niall!" she started to sprint, leaping into my arms.

I pull her body close to mine. "Baby, what happened. I came back to the table and you weren't there. He took you, didn't he." I try to hold back the tears that are forming from all of the anger I hold against that one man. "I saw him, when he pulled out. If I ever see him again, I swear to god..." her hand is moved over my mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm calling the cops when we get home," her voice calm. The sound of her voice always made my body relax. God I love her.

Tori's POV

The ride home was long. Full of silence, but a calming one. There is not tension between us, only problems that we share against Jason.

I shiver from being in wet clothes for so long. Niall puts his hand on my thigh, rubbing up and down. His touch always warmed me up. That's what I love about him. His touch could calm me or warm me up with just the touch of a pinky.

"I have a spare sweatshirt and jumper in the back", he motioned to the seat behind him.

Reaching behind him, I find the jumper for him and the sweatshirt for me. Stripping in the front seat is the only option I have right now if I want to get out of these uncomfortable clothes. I turn to look at Niall. He has his shirt off and slips on the jumper, putting one arm in at a time as the other holds the wheel. He sees me, causing me to turn back with a smile.

"You get a good look?" His smirk is big, making my cheeks turn red. "I'm not stopping so you can either change here or in the back, I would prefer the back just to let you know."

"I think I might just change here." I lift my shirt over my head, revealing my white bra. Throwing a smirk over in Niall's direction, he starts to fidget in his seat. Horny much? My remark makes me giggle out loud. I slip the large sweatshirt over my head to put Niall out of his misery.

Looking back in his direction, his eyes are glued to the road but I still feel them on me. I put my hand on his thigh. His breathing is becoming quick. Perfect. My nails slowly and softly stroke up and down his upper thigh down to his knee cap. His breaths come out as short stutters.

"Babe, I'm gonna crash the car if you keep up with that!" I can tell from is tone that he doesn't want me to stop but he is serious. God forbid we actually crashed. What would we tell the cops 'oh I was just stroking my boyfriend's leg and he was getting horny so we crashed'. That sure is a great story to tell!

"Ok, I guess you're going to have to wait til we get home then," I try to sound as sexy as I can. Why am I all of a sudden feeling like a sex goddess right now?

"Or...," Niall turns to me as he puts the car in park on the side of the road.

"Or what?"

"...or we can just do it here," he flashes me a seductive smile.