FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 3.

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." -Carl Jung

He holds me close against his chest as one of his hand intertwines with my hair, massaging my scalp, while the other rests on the small of my back. I close my eyes as I acquaint the unfamiliar touch of his hands. He nuzzles his face further into my neck and I feel his breath against me. He pushes his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling. He sucks on my sensitive skin, leaving sloppy kisses from my neck to my jaw. My breath hitches as he continues his assault. My head rests against his chest as I wrap my arms around his back. I tilt my head, giving him more access to my neck. He gently gnaws on my skin and I pant under his touch. He cups my face and inches his lips, brushing against mine, looking directly in my brown eyes and leans in placing his lips against mine, intertwining them together. Our lips move in sync and he pushes his tongue in my mouth, exploring it. My hands travel up his back to his hair, gently tugging at it. He moans in my mouth as my tongue fights with his for dominance. His thumb caresses my cheek as he deepens the kiss.

I moan as we break apart, our chests heaving rhythmically. His hand travels down, holding my upper arms and his eyes turns a darker shade as he stares me.

I feel his hands tightening around my arms as he pushes me against the wall rather harshly. The pain rushes through my head as it comes in contact with the wall. I let out a cry as I watch his lips twitching up in a smirk.

"Stop. You're hurting me." I whimper.

I hear someone shout my name, but I cannot recognise the voice. His hands travel down and rest on my hips as he stands flush against me. I hear my name being called again before I hear a pounding on the door.

I jolt awake as I hear another pound on my door. I squint my eyes, trying to adapt the morning light peeking from the ripped shades. My eyes wander, taking in my surroundings and realising that I am in the motel room.

After another knock, I stand up, messily, to open the door. Niall is standing there in red flannel and black skinny jeans. He is carrying a plastic bag in his left hand while he has his phone in his right one. He looks up from his phone as he realizes that I have opened the door.

"'Mor-" He stops mid-sentence as his eyes travel freely down my body. I look down and register that I am in my shorts and a top. His eyes stare at my legs for a while before moving up and resting on my chest. A blush creeps up to my cheeks and I clear my throat as his eyes stare for a tad bit longer. He looks up and locks his eyes with mine. He shyly smiles at me, clearly embarrassed. "I'm- I'm sorry."

"'Morning," I greet him instead.

"G'morning, Ana. I thought you wouldn't mind some breakfast," He says, lifting the plastic bag and showing it to me, a prominent blush still sprawled in his cheek. My stomach growls just at that moment and I flush with embarrassment. He chuckles before I tell him to shake it off.

I smile huge when he tells me that he has brought pancakes, cheese bagels and coffee for us. I open the door wider for him to come in and he walks past me before sitting on the bed and placing the food in the middle. We eat silently and it isn't awkward like I thought it would be. It feels like I have known him for years, maybe it's his protective demeanour or his positive vibe, rather than a single day. My heart tells me to trust him, but I can't ignore the little annoying feeling that rests in my mind, telling me that he's not what he shows.

"What were doing here so late last night, if you don't mind me asking?" I almost choke on my food as the words leave his mouth. Niall rubs his hands on my back and I feel a wave of electricity run down my body which I choose to ignore. He takes the bottle of water from the nightstand and offers it to me. I take it from him and gulp a few small sips from it.

I don't know what to say, but one thing's for sure is that I won't tell him about my whole situation. He's just a random, nice person that I met at a cheap motel and nothing more. And anyway, I don't want another person to tell me what I did was wrong and that I should have been careful.

"I'm moving." I lie, shrugging my shoulders and taking small bites of my food without looking at him.

"Oh." He furrows his eyes, clearly looking very unconvinced, but he doesn't question further, knowing that I don't want to talk about it. I feel stupid when I discern how dull-witted my excuse was. Who moves in the middle of the night alone with no luggage whatsoever!

'The one who runs from her house a day before the wedding day.' My subconscious chimes in and I internally groan.

"And you?" I ask to stir the attention from me. He raises his eyebrows "What were you doing so late last night?"

"I was on a road trip with my friends when Logan, um- the manager of my company, called and asked me to go back to work as soon as possible. I was on my way when my car stopped working so I had to stay the night." He says and takes a bite of his pancake. Sounds like a young businessman.

"How old are you?" I ask before I can stop, just because I was curious, and mentally facepalm myself.

"23," He simply replies, not bothered with my question. He looks younger, maybe 21.

We complete our food and throw the trash in the can. Niall soon leaves the room so that I can shower and get ready.

I strip and walk into the bathroom, turning the shower on. The hot water cascades down my body and I feel my body relaxing. I spend half an hour in the shower and wash my hair and scrub my body. I caress my belly, knowing that I will be gifted with a small baby in about seven months. Rinsing myself, I come out of the shower, wrapping my body in my towel, the one on the shelves looked too dirty to use. I take another one to wrap around my head. I take out a fresh pair of black undergarments, white jeans and a lavender, floral, off-shoulder top. I dry my hair with the towel and wear my clothes along with my red Converse. I don't care about the makeup, I am practically in the middle of nowhere.

I saunter down the stairs looking for Niall. I spot him sitting on the couch, staring intently at his phone with a frown etched on his face. His hair looks damp and he is in a new pair of clothes, black ripped jeans and a white T-shirt. Sensing my presence, he looks up from his phone and gives me a smile which shows his white, toothpaste advertisement, teeth. He stands up from his place and comes to greet me.

"Ana, you look pretty," Niall says before widening his eyes. "I-um-I mean-"

"Thank you." I smile to reduce his tension. "You look good, too." He smiles and gives me a wink.

"Thank you." He bows his head and I laugh. It's so easy to talk to him. "My car isn't here yet, do you want to watch a movie or something?" Niall suggests.

"Sure."

We stroll over to my room, mindlessly talking about different movies. I walk over and grab my bag. I unzip it and dig for my laptop and take it out from the bag. Niall sits on the bed, beside me and keeps the laptop in between us. We decide to watch 'Moana' since I am a Disney fan and he hasn't seen it yet.

I look over at him to see him deeply enrolled in the movie. I feel something in my stomach, which is very weird because I've never felt this way. I stare at his jawline which is sharp and has light stubble. His eyelashes are thicker and better than mine, may I add. I feel him turn towards me so I quickly turn my attention back on the laptop. My cheeks heat when I see him looking at me from the corner of his eyes and smirking.

I resist looking at him for the rest of the movie, even when I feel his eyes on me. I turn towards him as the credits began to roll down asking him how was it. Without saying anything he leans down and I feel myself leaning in.

I soon realise what I am doing and turn my face so that his lower lip brushes against my cheeks for a mere second before he pulls away. I clear my throat, embarrassed.

"Let's watch another movie?" I ask with fake enthusiasm.

"Yeah." He flushes.