Picture Imperfect (Niall Horan)

39 - Cassie

Sexual Content in this chapter. Read at your own risk, ;)

39 – Cassie

            I must have fallen asleep because when I wake up. I’m not alone in my bed. My eyes flutter open and arms tighten around me as I turn to see Niall’s eyes closed. Our legs are intertwined and I feel like I could stay like this forever. I am still dressed in my clothes from earlier. No, we did not have sex. The clock on my bedside table says it’s about ten p.m. I smile, happier than I’ve been in a long time.

            “Are you awake?” I whisper, pressing my lips to his neck.

            “No,” he mumbles, and I laugh. I kiss his nose and he smiles, still not opening his eyes. “I love you.”

            “I love you, too,” I grin. Just saying the words make my heart beat faster.

            “Mmm, say it again,” Niall groans.

            “I love you,” I repeat slowly, and then press my lips to his. Niall opens his mouth immediately and the wonderful feeling that comes along with kissing him explodes in my chest again. Nothing in my entire life has made me feel this way. “I love you so much.”

            Niall finally opens his eyes, and he looks adorable when he first wakes up. “You look beautiful,” he says, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

            I roll my eyes. “I just woke up, Niall.”

            He shakes his head. “I don’t care. You always look beautiful.”

            My cheeks heat up and I roll on top of him, pressing my ear to his chest so I can hear his heart beating. “You’re beautiful too, you know.”

            Niall’s cheeks heat up and I know he’s used to hearing it from fans, but it still makes my stomach turn in the best way possible when I see him blush. He hugs me even tighter. “I still can’t believe you’re here, with me.”

            “Why?” I ask, pulling away and propping myself up on one elbow.

            He shrugs. “I just never thought someone like you would like someone like me.”

            I blink, like I can’t believe what he’s saying. “Niall . . . that’s insane. I was thinking the same thing. You’re so wonderful,” I say, putting a hand on his cheek. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

            “But you’re here now,” he says, putting his hand over mine on his cheek and kissing my lips.

            Immediately, my hands go to his hair and his to my waist. Our kisses are sloppy and messy and passionate all at the same time. Our need for each other out weighs everything else, and all I can focus on is Niall. He rolls us over so he’s on top and I move my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs. His hands are on either side of my head and I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer.

            “Fuck,” he groans and kisses my neck before trailing his lips closer and closer to my breasts. I sit up slightly and remove my shirt. The way he looks at me is enough to make me blush. Niall takes his lip between his teeth and says, “ fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

            I kiss him again, before I yank down his jeans. It takes a little effort since they’re so tight, and I laugh trying to pry them off. Eventually, I toss them somewhere in the room and attach our lips again.