FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 29.

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Ana's POV

I lean against the car window and stare at Niall's beauty; his hair, his face, his lips, his stubble, his jawline. His white, crisp shirt hugs his torso perfectly so that I can see his nipples through it.

"Don't stare me like that, you're distracting me, Ana." He turns to wink at me and I blush slightly at being caught. It's difficult not to stare at a beautiful God who's sitting right beside you plus he's driving.

"I can't help it, you're fine." I try to justify my actions.

"Just fine?" Niall raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you're okay," I sheepishly speak.

"You were not complaining about it last night, baby." He suggestively wets his lips and I feel heat reach up to my neck, ears and cheeks. I momentarily shift my gaze and look in front of me.

Last night was so... intimate. No one has ever touched me the way Niall did yesterday. Not even Tyler. Me and Tyler had never been this close, even when he tried to persuade me into doing things I didn't wish to do, it never felt right even after being with him for almost 6 months. He always seemed so about himself. He just always thought about himself. I don't even remember having slept with him, but I remember waking up beside him, naked. All I remember from that night is that I got drunk at a party, at Tyler's friend's party, and woke up with my missing piece of innocence.

Whereas, being with Niall feels so right and free. I am me when I'm with him. The way he makes me feel, the way he kisses me and touches me, so gently. The way I'd feel all squirmy with just one touch of his. The way his hands know where exactly to touch me, even though he's never done it with me before, and he's exactly aware of the effect he has on me. I love being in his arms and the way he holds me tightly and spends night watching movies with me, even when he's tired. He's so affectionate and caring and handsome and just what I need.

"Thinking about yesterday?" Niall interjects my train of thoughts and offers me his most alluring, lopsided smile that gets me weak in my knees.

"Shut up," I manage to say. He laughs and I turn to glare at him. He raises his hands in mock surrender as he tries to suppress his laughter. "Stop!" I roll my eyes.

"Okay, baby." He smiles and continues to drive. We stay silent as he drives. I watch him as he removes one of his hands from the steering and rests it on my thighs, bare thighs since I'm wearing a skirt. I feel the warmth of his hands and goosebumps rises under his touch. I see him smile from the corner of my eyes. He brushes his index along the hem of my skirt and I instantly feel all hot. Suddenly he pulls his hands away to keep it on the steering wheel and I internally groan but I don't let it show on my face.

We have been driving for more than half an hour but we're not at the destination yet and Niall wouldn't even tell me where we are going, no matter how much I pester him. It's good that we've already had our dinner because I know that I would've been famished till now since I didn't have lunch.

"Where are we going?" I whine again but he doesn't say anything. I fold my arms across my chest with a pout on my lips.

"Don't give me that look," He says from beside me.

"What look?" I ask innocently.

"Your I'm-so-innocent-please-tell-me look." He smiles and looks at me for a fraction of second before looking at the road again. "Make all the faces you want but I'm not telling you."

"At least tell me how long will it take!"

"We're almost there," He says when I see him pull up in a parking lot. I look around and it almost looks barren, except for other cars. I furrow my eyebrows and look at Niall to see that he's already staring at me with a smug look on his face.