Stole My Heart

Chapter Three: Addicted

I'm super proud of this chapter, so I really hope you like it too. 

He walked me back up to the main building and I immediately grabbed Niall by the wrist and dragged him into a small space between two of the campus buildings. I felt my skin get hot as soon as we squeezed together in the tiny alley way, our bodies completely touching. It was so odd how attracted to him I was, and not just on a physical level. I felt emotionally connected too, in a way I never had experienced with anyone else, ever.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” I stated, practically panting because of how close we were up against the walls. I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down in a gulp, and he gave me a small nod. I pushed through my toes with a sudden burst of confidence and my lips finally reached his. Our last kiss has been unplanned; it had been nice and cute and sweet (and it had made them both dizzy with the sensation it gave them), but it had also been shy, timid, and hesitant, lips barely pushing onto each other. But this kiss was the complete opposite. I wanted to feel that high again; the high I got the last time our lips touched, but I wanted it to be stronger, to last longer. So there I was, my lips urgent against his, trying to stir up the fire I knew was inside of him. The effects of our kissing started to rush through my blood. Dizzy head, incoherent thoughts, world spinning… all of it. But I wanted more. To this day, I still don’t know what possessed me to reach up and thread my fingers through Niall’s blonde hair, tugging, begging for him to give me more. He must have understood, because he pressed his lips even harder into mine, and I could feel that he was letting his walls come down. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, but apparently my lungs had other ideas. I pulled away reluctantly to take a breath, not realizing how little air I had left in my system.

Niall finally opened his eyes after a couple of minutes of trying to get his breathing back to a steady pace. His eyes were more of a foggy blue than they had been before, clouded with lust, and his pupils were dilated. I blinked slowly at the boy, taking in the view of what the kiss had done to him. His lips were puffy and plump. His hair was a tousled mess, but it looked perfect to me. His shirt was wrinkled, and it seemed his pants were just a little too tight. “I did that to him.” I thought. I smirked at the sight of the poor boy. He looked helpless. I figured I should say something, maybe apologize or give him my number at least so that we could talk arrangements for our date.

“Um.. er.. I’m, uh, I… erm, so like… yeah,” was all that came out of my mouth. I sighed and tried to control the words coming out of my mouth, forming them slowly.

“I was going to apologize for being so forward, but how can I after a kiss like that?”

His eyes widened, but I continued on, knowing this might be my only chance to get out what I was feeling.

“Today has been, uh, well.. a whirlwind to say the least. I mean, I didn’t even know you this morning, and now I’ve kissed you twice. And I know you probably think I’m some easy whore,” I winced at the words, thinking it was more than likely that he did think that, “but I’m not. I’ve never done anything like this before in my life. Before you, I’d only ever kiss one other boy. And it was during spin the bottle,” I was nearly shouting at this point, “and it was okay, you know, just a normal kiss but you, you’re something else Niall.” I sighed, and got quiet again. “I don’t know about you, but we’ve kissed twice now and they were both really amazing. Like spinning-world-dizzy-head-not-being-able-to-think amazing and I just really feel something between us and oh my god you’re probably freaking out right now because you barely even know me and I just kind of poured out my heart and I am so sorry oh my god Niall I don’t even know what I was thinking I jus-“ I was cut off by something warm and soft on my lips. Niall. Niall was on my lips. He pulled away though, just as my eyes were fluttering shut.

“Marie,” he whispered, leaning his forehead to my scalp and placing his arms around the small of my back. I curled my face into his chest, taking in his scent. I let out a small, quiet, dry sob, thinking I had completely screwed up everything before it had even started. “No, no, no, no,” he said pressing a kiss to my head, “Marie, shhh. It’s fine, it’s fine.” He cooed. We just kind of stood there like that, Niall’s hand traveling up and down my back trying to soothe me, gently pressing small, sweet kisses to the top of my head. I felt so stupid, having to have him practically cuddle me because I had run my big mouth.

“I feel it to, ya know.” He mumbled into my hair.

“You do?” I asked in a hopeful voice. He chuckled lightly and I felt his hot breath suddenly against my ear.

“Yes, I do,” I felt him smile, “and I don’t think you’re some ‘easy whore’ or whatever other crazy idea you’ve got up in yer head.” This time I smiled. He doesn’t think you’re a whore, I thought giddily, while I giggled slightly from how thick his accent had become near the end of his sentence.

“This is totally going to ruin the moment babe, but do you think we could come out of this alley way now?” Niall questioned.

“Oh, God. Yeah. Sorry. You’re probably crammed, I’m so sorry.”

We barely squeezed out of the space unscathed seeing as we didn’t want to let of each other. Once we were out, I looked back into Niall’s eyes for the first time since right after the kiss. The cloudiness was long gone, replacing it with its original bright color and shine. There was something else there, but I couldn’t quite tell what it was. He could tell I was staring, and his cheeks flushed a bright apple color. He smiled at the ground, and started to say something.

“I meant what I said, about, uh, feeling it… and stuff. I haven’t really had any girlfriends or anything to know what it is I’m really supposed to be feeling, but… I’m pretty sure this is what all my mates feel when they talk about their girlfriends. I know today has been kinda crazy, for the both of us, but I want you to know that I still really wanna take ya out on a date. You’re really special, Marie. You’re beautiful and special and like no one I’ve ever met before.  And I just want to tell you that I don’t regret anything from today. Not singing to ya, not kissing ya, not playing hooky. None of it. In fact, today was one of the best days of my life.”