Something New 2 - Niall Horan

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"Mhh," I mumbled into my pillow, the sound muffled by a tuft of blue hair, a cozy white duvet, and admittedly some drool. Sniffling and wiping at the saliva that may or may not have been dripping down my chin, I blinked and looked to my left on the bed.

I could clearly see my Niall's sweatshirt, but where was he? And if his sweatshirt was here, did that mean that he was shirtless? My thought process stopped there as I sprang up, slowly but excitedly. I couldn't wait to hug him, smell his musk. The delicious scent was left on his soft sweater, but I craved more. My hands needed to run across his soft skin, to feel his firm muscles and my lips desired his. And so I felt my feet carrying me swiftly towards the dazzling man I could hear uttering soft words in the kitchen downstairs.

There he is. My mind knew its target, as did the arms yearning to wrap themselves around him. Noah was gurgling contentedly to himself at the moment as he sat in his highchair, waiting for his milk to warm, something for which I was grateful, so I could attack as I wished.

He hadn't heard me, of that I was sure, for when I padded up behind him and squealed, "Baby!" in his ear, he noticeably jumped, but that didn't matter because I was already hugging him. And oh, to finally feel his soft skin against mine, it was like heaven. What struck me as strange was that he was, in fact, not shirtless at all. A light grey t-shirt hugged his shoulders and then fell loose around his torso, under which I knew a six-pack and a well-muscled back were hidden.

Niall turned to face me, shock written across his face. His eyes were tired, probably from keeping up with Noah all night, and they gazed into mine with curiosity. "Cara, wha-"

And I kissed him. His moment of protest brought everything back - fuck, I was not supposed to be kissing him, goddamn it - but everything was washed away when he began to kiss right back. His lips moved against mine, his tongue tasting the lip-chap I coat them with regularily. My lips parted so my tongue could meet his, but that was the exact moment he pulled away.

He didn't speak, merely panted, and his eyes bore into mine. To say that his eyes were blue would be like saying that the sun was yellow - and nothing more. Sufficient, I suppose, but lacking the accuracy to capture the burning. Just from the way he looked at me was enough to know he felt how I felt, at least deep down. The thought made the world calm, serene as watching the wind blow through a stand of trees, and with that calm came peace. I knew he still loved me, he had to.

And then, the world absolutely shattered. The look in his eyes disappeared; the burn was now the chill of ice, sending a shiver down my spine. The severity of what I'd done came crashing down on me and I knew all hell was about to break loose.

"What...? What was that?" He was eerily tranquil, and I felt as if I was permanently stuck directly in the eye of a storm. One step in the wrong direction would have me swept away into such a torrent that I fear I'd never fix the damage that had been done. It wasn't only tranquility, though - if you knew Niall well enough you'd be able to see beyond that and see the inner turmoil swirling in his mind. I was proud to say I was one of the people who had the ability to observe that.

"I... I kissed you," I mumbled, knowing full well this was not the answer Niall was looking for. And you kissed back, I mentally added, but I knew those words would shatter the eggshells I was attempting to tread lightly on.

"But, what was that, Cara?" Holding back a shudder brought on by the accusation in his tone, I instead shifted on my feet. The deep pink on my cheeks, and probably ears as well, considering both were warm to the touch when I lifted my hand to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, told me that I needed to get out of this situation, now.