Eccentric (Niall Horan)

Chapter 49

It's just fucking crazy how I'm completely, eternally, and utterly sure that this feeling is love. I've denied it every damn time but I can't anymore. Not after Sunday. When I pretty much saw her heart shatter into a million pieces when she heard me talking over the phone with a girl. She didn't know who she was but I knew then that I didn't want the feeling of guilt rise inside me because I had hurt her. It hurt like a fucking bitch that I had done that. I hated that feeling and I didn't want her to feel that way and cry. I just had to been an asshole and do it right in front of her.

I couldn't sleep that night. Just thinking about this stupid feeling kept me up. A feeling I never understood and never thought I'd come to feel. And now that I look at her now, I can't help but smile. It's been three hours since she let me in. At least I think it's been three hours. It's almost two in the morning and I'm pretty sure she's asleep.

Literally when I was waiting for her outside her school I was extremely nervous. The more I kept thinking about how stupid it was of me to ask her if I could stay at her house brought my confidence down to thirty percent. She looked pretty fucking gorgeous when she came out. I got a little too excited and showed it. When I saw bits of sweat still on her forehead it turned me on just thinking about the way drops of sweat rolled down her body when I fucked her.

She was so tight around me. I loved the way her skin felt against mine. Her warm touch heats me skin. Her lips molded with mine. Her taste. The way she feels so fucking great.

When she sleeps she looks so peaceful. She looks lonely in such a massive bed compared to her small frame.

My feet have a mind of its own that I find myself standing on the other side of her bed staring down at her. I can't contain myself anymore, I have to stop debating with myself. Every time I think of doing something, I make myself believe it's the wrong thing to do. But it always turns out to hurt her. I know what I had told her she had taken it seriously. I'm a hundred percent sure she has forgotten about it.

Ignoring my inner self I lift the covers to her bed and slide in. I really fucking love what she's wearing. That black tank top fits her so fucking perfect and those sweatpants hang so sexy on her hips. When she wore my tank top the first time I fucked her brains out, her tits were such a turn on. I had to be such an ass after that though, I knew I was taking it to far. I don't want to hurt her but my heart says another thing.

After about a couple minutes, she shifts in bed and turns her body so that she faces me. Her hands held tightly to her chest. She under my arm and incredibly close I can feel the hear radiating off her body.

I can't fucking do this shit. I can't do it and fuck up another girl.

She moves a little closer that she touches me. Her hair tickling my ribs. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful?

Her beautiful eyes and just everything that's driving me crazy is beautiful. I know she wants me, I know she does. And she's not giving up, I can see the determination in her eyes every time she looks at me. I hate letting her down and telling her that she needs to stay away from me. I always end up coming back to her.

Century moans and scoots closer her hand sliding over my stomach. I feel my skin tingle beneath her hand.

I fucking hate that kid that was watching us earlier. I'm fucking glad I kissed her in front of him. He better back the fuck off if he wants to stay out of the hospital. Not only him I know Louis was going to tell her something. I know he was and I knew what it was that he was going to tell her. There's a fucking reason why it's a fucking secret.

When it's early in the morning, or a few hours later Century is by now on top of me. Her head is on my chest and her arms are spread around me. I hate that if have to leave. I don't want to leave this position. But I'll be late. And I won't see Century until she's done with school.