What The Boys Want || n.h.

T W O

At around four in the afternoon, I was woken up by a small knocking at my door.

I pulled a pair of trousers on, and opened the door. There stood, a now dry, Loren. "I know you're excited to see me, but I didn't think you'd be that excited," she winked, popping her bubble gum.

I looked down and noticed I had a full erection, and it was basically staring this child in the face. Quickly, I hid myself behind the door. "What do you need?" I managed out.

"Mom said to wake you for dinner. I'll leave you to that," she smirked, pointing at me.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, as Lo swung her hips down the hallway.

I shut the door, and groaned, mortified. I probably scared the poor girl. Some random man, who just moved in, opened his bedroom door with an erection, to a 14 year old.

I decided to throw a beige jumper on, and sit at my desk, to start sketching a bit. That's why I came here after all, for my art. I applied for a job at a nearby high school, and I needed some pieces for the school executives to reference.

I started drawing out small, almond eyes, then plump little lips, and a cute little button nose. It wasn't until I finished the drawing that I noticed it was in fact Loren.

She was lying down with nothing but a bed sheet covering her small body. Her hair was strewn all over the place, and her lips were slightly parted, as if in pleasure.

"Niall!" a shrill voice yelled, just barging into my room.

I quickly threw the picture in my sketch pad and stuffed the pad in under my pillow.

"Trying to hide things from me?" Penelope joked.

"Well I just like to keep my pieces a surprise until they're finished," I lied. I actually enjoy it very much when people get to see them before they're done.

"Alright then, let's go, Dolores made a wonderful lasagna!" she cheered, grabbing my hand.

Penelope yanked me down the steps and into the small dining room. "Hey there, Niall," Lo smiled, waving at me.

I sat down next to her, and Penelope sat at the end of the table. "We're just waiting for Lo's friends Annie and Sarah.

As if on que, knocks came from the front door, and Loren sprinted for it. She swung the door open, and squeals filled the air.

"Where is he?" one girl asked, looking over Lo's shoulder. Lo shushed her and brought the two in the room.

"This is Niall, Niall these two are Annie and Sarah." Annie was tall, thin, and had straggly brown hair. Sarah was a bit better looking, she had short blonde hair, and some meat on her bones.

"Hello girls," I smiled. They giggled, and sat in the two seats opposite Lo's and mine.

Dolores brought out the food, and set it neatly on the table in front of us. Annie, Sarah, and Lo all began to attack it. They stuffed their faces, and Penelope was obviously embarrassed. I thought it was cute of the girls.

"Oh, Mom, I forgot to tell you, when I woke Niall up, and he answered the door, he had a-" Lo didn't have a chance to finish her sentence, because my hand quickly went to her upper thigh, and I squeezed it lightly.

"He had a what, Lo?" Penelope wondered.

"He had a-a mess on his head. His hair was everywhere, it was hilarious," she fake smiled.

"That's nice Lo."

I nod my head at the young girl, and pat my hand against her bare thigh. I knew things would be easier here, now that Lo realized I was in charge. No, no. That sounded too dark. But it was true. I was in fact, in charge. Afterall, she was only a young girl.

-•-

After dinner, everyone head to their respective rooms, and the two girls spent the night. I barely got any sleep, as their non-stop chatter kept me awake.

It was late, and finally the girls were silent. I was just about to drift off when my door creaked open. I rolled over to see the outline of a petite girl, holding a stuffed rabbit. She tiptoed to my bed, and sat on the end of it. Her eyes were drooping, and her lips were parted just the slightest bit.

"Niall? I can't fall asleep," Lo whined, laying her head in my lap. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was naked under the covers. I could've sworn I locked the door.

"Drink some warm milk, love. I'm too tired to talk."

"Please Niall, those girls are no fun. They already fell asleep. Not you too," she pleaded, biting her lip.

"Alright, what do you wanna talk about?" I huffed, sitting up in my bed.

"I don't wanna talk, I want you to draw me, paint me, whatever. Make me beautiful."

"You're already beautiful Lo."

"Please," her sweet voice drove me on edge.

"Fine then, go sit in that chair over there," I ordered, as I got up and began pulling my boxers on, before she could see. I also grabbed some brushes, and pencils, and sat down at the canvas.

Lo didn't really pose, just laid out with one leg extended, and her rabbit in her arms. She was effortlessly beautiful. Almost perfect.

Almost an hour passed, and I was near finished. It was a quick watercolor, but looked so life like. "Are you finished?" she squeaked, tapping her nails against the arm rest.

"Come look," I told her, setting down the brushes.

Lo raced to me, crawling onto my lap. She plopped onto me, and stared at the canvas in awe. "It's beautiful, perfect, magnificent!"

"Thank you, now you have to go to-"

"What're you gonna name it?" she asked, wriggling around on top of me.

"Why would I name it?"

"Every good artist names their work," she giggled, looking up at me.

"Well, I think I'll name it... Lolita."