The Letters That Saved Her Life (sequel to Dear Niall {A Niall Horan Fanfic})

December 22, 2016

December 22, 2016

Jackie's POV

"Do you have anything to do today?" I ask Niall as I wake up next to him. They didn't have to do anything yesterday so we all just hung out at Harry's house. It's starting to rain harder now. First it snows then it starts to rain. This is the weirdest country ever.

"No, do you?" I reach up and run my finger through his soft hair, my eyes fixated on his blue eyes.

"Ya, I have to go to the shop. You wanna come with me? I'm sure my boss won't mind."

"Sure." I try to untangle myself from him. Before I can climb off the bed he grabs my arm and pulls me on top of him. I'm now straddling his lap, and his hands are rested on my hips.

"I have to get ready Niall." He smirks, then pulls me down to his chest. Our chests now pressed together. He try's to kiss me and I turn my head so he ends up kissing my cheek.

"Your not going anywhere until you kiss me." He states. I lean down and he closes his eyes, ready for the kiss. I kiss the tip of his nose, then sit up again. He opens his eyes and gives me a disappointed look.

"You didn't say where I had to kiss you." I smile evilly.

"That's not fare, you know what I meant." I smile down at him and lean down slowly. I press my forehead against his. I run my fingers through his hair again.

"Life's not fare honey." I say brushing my lips against his, teasing him. He glares at me in response. "You look cute when you get mad."

"I'm about to get adorable."

"You could never get mad at me." I say matter-of-fact.

"True." I keep playing with his hair. A smile etched onto his face now.

"I love you." I whisper against his lips. He lets out a sigh.

"I love you too." Then I lightly press my lips to his. Giving him what he wanted. His hands travel down to my hips again as I lean on him. I can feel his tongue lick my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I didn't give it to him as I moved my lips against his. I detach our lips and instead move to his neck. I softly start to suck, not enough to leave anything though. He reacts to that by moving his head so our lips are reconnected. I give him entrance this time, and our tongues move together. I never really was one for french kissing, but it's different with Niall. I part from him for air.

"I really need to get ready." I say against his lips.

"Why?"

"I don't want to be late for work."

"Louis is always late though?"

"That doesn't count. You guys can afford to be late, I can't. Paul won't yell at you much if your late, my boss gets pissed."

"Ok, go ahead." He sighs defeated. I kiss his lips softly, then get up to get in the shower.

"You better get ready if your coming with me." He gets up and heads towards his closet. I take a quick shower, quicker than I'v ever taken one, then ventured into the bedroom. I make sure my towel is wrapped tightly around me before going into the hall. Even though Niall and I share bedroom some of my clothes are still in the spare room. I pick out what I need then go back into our room without being noticed thankfully. I go back into the bathroom and finish up. After brushing my hair and teeth I wander into Niall's closet.

The very first thing you notice is all the shoes, then the hats.He has a wide collection of both. His feet are a bit smaller so I can't ever wear his shoes, I could try but it'd be a little uncomfortable if I wear them for more than two hours. I can always wear his hats sweatshirts though. Sometimes his shirts too. I grab a random black sweatshirt, and a grey hat to match. I don't bother to look at what's on them as I walk back into the bedroom. I slip the sweatshirt over my head. It goes past my fingers, and it's a little big on me. I love it though. I'm about to slip the hat on when I hear Niall's voice.