Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 21

HEYYY okay so here is one chapter, i had so many chapters done then my laptop crashed and i lost them all. so i have to rewrite them. But i dont remember much of what i wrote which disappoints me greatly but oh wellll. 

soo i will try to post more when i write them but it just depends, so i be some what slow on the matter. i was getting anxious to me loosing readers which i am sure i have but i didnt want to loose them all so if you could please maybe share this story on twitter or tumblr or facebook idk anything to pick it back up that mean the world. and yes its sorta short but i hppe its somewhat worth the wait ill try to get another one up soon

Thanks for those who have been here to support means the world!

-Sydneyy

We continue to kiss, and touch, hardly breaking apart. There is so much affection in his touch it sends tingles through my body, making me shiver under him. He continued to pull in and out of me, with so much gentleness, as he places little kisses along my jaw line and up and down my neck.

My hands were placed on his back, as I continued to moan from the pleasure, my nails slowly digging into his skin. I whispered his name between moans, all I felt was pleasure no pain, nothing but enjoyable pleasure.

We continued with this for a while, until we both started to feel the climax, which was even more enjoyable leaving me screaming his name, and my nails leaving scratches along his back, and both of us out of breath.

He lays down on his side next to me, looking at me. I roll over onto my side so I could look at him, his blues eye are vibrant with color, his cheeks are a light rosy color, and his pink lips are in small smirk. I smile at him, realizing my virginity was taken by him and I guess I could say I am glad it was him. Even though I am not really sure what we are, and I always told myself my virginity would be taken by someone whom I trust and was with for a while, and its been barely over a month I have been around Niall, but I think my trust for him levels that factor out.

“What are you thinking about?” Niall interrupts my thoughts, and I smile bigger as I make contact with his eyes once more. I shake my head and scoot closer to him, wrapping my arm around his bare torso, my face snuggles deeper into chest.

“I am just happy but tired.” I state, as he kisses the top of my head and brings me closer as well.

“Then get some sleep, Love.” He says quietly, making the hairs on the back of neck stand up in a good way though. I only nod in response, because I was tired even if it was only barely the middle of the day. My thoughts began to circle around what just happened, making me smile, realizing how he knew what he was doing and he knew to be gentle, and where to touch, and how to do what he was doing. I begin to pull away from him at the realization of what I was thinking. Niall wasn’t a virgin, I look at his face, his eyes were closed he looked at peace, but for gods sake why would I assume he was a virgin. He probably has slept with many girls in his travels, what would make me any different? The pain in my stomach was horrible, and I wanted to throw up.

I gave up my virginity to someone who has probably slept with so many girls he could care less about. I pull away from him disgusted with myself at the thought that I gave it up so easily. I honestly regret it. I pull the sheets off my bare body, searching for my under garments in a haste I pick them up once I have seen them and pull them on in search of my clothing.

“Iris?” I hear Niall say, as my bed slightly squeaks from him moving up to a sitting position. “Whats going on? I thought you said you were tired.” I don't dare to look at him, I hate myself more right now but I hate him too, I may be being dramatic about this, but I can't help it. I pick up my shirt slipping it on, before searching for my shorts.

I hear my bed creak but I still choose to not look at him. How could I be so stupid, I was waiting for the right guy and I allowed myself to get lost in this. I couldn't find my shorts and I was starting to get anxious now that Niall notice I was being weird and I just wanting to leave. I made sure to have my hair drape over my face so I couldn't make any contact with him.

When I finally found my shorts lying hopelessly on the hard wood floor my heart skipped, I picked them up as fast as I could only to be stopped with hands placed onto my lower back making me stiffen up. My heart dropped, I didn't want to talk to him about this, I didn't want to ever bring it up, I wish right now that he would just leave go and pack and leave like he says he is. To just have me be another distant memory of a girl he had slept with.

“Iris, whats going on?” Niall says as his fingers grip me lightly, I sigh in defeat of the way I was trying to sneak away but my failed attempt has me in the worst position I could ever be in.

Instead of speaking to him, I only shake my head and step away from him, with my shorts on my hands I cross my arms over my chest, still being stubborn to look at him directly.

“Iris..” he says stepping closer to me but I only cringe away from his touch, making his hands fall to his sides. This was the last thing I wanted to do to him, but I couldn't help myself. I didn't have any right to question who he had been with in the past because it just is not my business, and its his privacy and I have no right, therefore I will have no clue who he has been with let alone the amount. “Seriously? Why are you acting like this, did I do something?” he asks trying to make eye contact with me, but I don't allow it.

“Can we just not talk about it please.” I say quietly looking down at my bare feet set against the cold floor.

“Talk about what? That we had sex, okay fine we wont talk about it but I don't think this is the reason you're acting like this Iris, so what is it?” he demands, I could tell he was getting annoyed, and I began to feel bad, and the only way I could see just how many he has been with is to be straight forward with it.

I still don't bother to look at him while I ask. “How many girls have you been with?” I say quietly.

I hear a chuckle, but wasn't sure if my ears were telling the truth until I looked up to see Niall begin to laugh, which only made me more angry as I narrow my eyes at him. What an ass, laughing right in my face making me feel utterly stupid.

"Forget it dick.” I state, walking away from him with my shorts still in my hand. He grabs my waist pulling me into him before I could get much further.

“Iris, I was a virgin. Now I am not.” he states still with muse in his voice. I turn around, making his grip loosen, narrowing my eyes questioningly, he is such a liar.

“Yeah right, you're full of shit.” I say stepping back from him, but he manages to keep his hands on my waist making it difficult to go any where. He looks at me making eye contact, smiling slightly.

“Iris, you were my first.” he states simply, keeping his eyes locked with mine even after he has stated it already, only causing me to believe him.