Lost: A Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 4

Sometime during our sophomore year in high school Ruez and I came up with the idea to have a place where only the two of us could meet up and be alone.

The small shack that we built was painted a shiny brown with a white door. Inside we had a couch that doubled as a bed. We also added some cabinets, which we stocked up with snacks and drinks.

All around inside the shack we put up pictures of us together or with friends. Every school dance that we had attended was recorded here. Every moment that we spent together was here.

"Hey," said Ruez, " you know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be."

And yet again he shows me how much he loves me. It's so sweet how he's always thinking of everyone else but himself.

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him. He placed his hands on my love handles and pulled me closer.

"I know you'll be my life, my voice, my reason to be, just like you are to me," I say.

"I love you so much it hurts just to think that you won't be with me," he said to me.

" I love you too," I said.

He brought his face closer to mine, resting our foreheads together.

" Kiss me," he says.

And I did. The kiss was unlike so many before, yet just like the other kisses. With one hand on the small of my waist and the other on the back of my neck he deep end the kiss. He quickly walked us towards the sofa without once breaking contact. As his lips left mine and kissed a trail down to my neck I moaned softly, glad that we could still enjoy this at least. My fingers wound themselves in his hair and I pulled softly, causing him to groan.

"God, damn it Annais" he said before kissing me again.

We fell onto the floor, me on top.

" I'm in control now, baby," I teased.

" And I love it," he replied," but I love it better when I'm in control."

And he rolled me over with him in top now. He held himself above me, his elbows on either side of my head. He simply stared at me. I stared back, taking in all of him. Remembering the exact color of hazel that his eyes are, the way that he looks at me, like he still can't figure me out. I take in his summer smell and the way his breath smells like spear mint and how it fans In my face. How his hair goes up in a small quiff in front of his face and how when the sun hits it  it turns a reddish brown.

"I remember when I first asked you out on a date to the movies," he whispers.

"You mean when you started sweating and stuttering like crazy?"

He chuckles," All right, I get it. I was lame, but I still got you didn't I ?"

I nod as I feel him slowly lower himself on me. His hand trails down my side and stops at the hem of my shirt. At the same time he's kissing my neck, then he starts gently sucking at the tender skin. My stomach drops and fills with butterflies and I'm sure that if I were standing I would have buckled over by now.

His hand is at my ribcage and it goes a bit higher and I gasp, then its at the bottom of my bra. I can't help myself as my own hands glide over his back and I lift his shirt over his head. And suddenly we're sitting up and I slide my hands down his chest, his eyes following my every move. Goosebumps sprout were my hands go by. Finally I look up into his eyes and he takes off my shirt.

He wraps us together to where there is no space between us.

"You feel so good," he says.

I look up into his eyes, focus on them and I lean in closer and use his words," Kiss me."

His eyes darken and when he kisses me my head gets thrown back. I hold on tight to him. He unhooks my bra and I close my eyes ready for this, to be with him, but........

Nothing happens.

"Not right now," he says," I want something planned and special for your first time."

And I can't believe that he's doing this to me. It's unfair.

"Don't pout," he says as he swiftly clasps my bra.