White Impact- Niam

White Impact: Ch. 14- Starry Night

Author's Note: GUYS. I AM SOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. but anywho, I hope you like it. Please tell me what ya think even if it's not specifically about this chapter(; xx

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Niall’s POV

My fingers slip under the band of his Calvin Kleins and I bite my lip. I’m looking at the soft grey of the material when he takes a sharp breath. I look hesitantly up at him, afraid I’ve gone too far. All I see is a deep red colour in his cheeks. Hopefully that’s a good sign. I don’t know why, but I look over his shoulder. For the first time I notice a bench in the middle of the garden. It doesn’t have a back, it is just a plain old park bench. It reminds me of home for a second but Liam’s breath against my face snaps me back to reality.  

I don’t slide my fingers any farther, but instead turn us around so he’s facing the bench. He seems confused for a second. I just smirk at the look on his face and tug him by his boxers to the bench. I sit down first. He doesn’t sit down, but keeps coming until my back is pressed against the cool black metal; until his hands are pinning me flat on the bench. His strong hands on my shoulders comfort me like no one else’s ever could. It’s like a rush of excitement and relief comes flooding over my entire body.

I feel his chocolate eyes on my face and then he makes a swift move and smashes our mouths together. It’s not weird though, it’s actually really… hot. His tongue slides into my mouth and I feel myself sigh. It’s like he just pushes my buttons without even trying. I’m like the keyboard to his nonchalant fingers.

I take the chance. My fingers slip farther under the band and I feel his soft skin. The moment my fingers make contact I hear his breath catch again. The skin is soft like the brush of a feather, or a kitten’s fur. So this is what it’s like for him… always making me crazy. Maybe I’m the one making him crazy this time. The thought makes me even more confident. I’m about to plunge even deeper into risk when I realize Liam has stopped kissing me.

In fact just as I realize he pulls back all together. Fuck. My face burns with red. I don’t need a mirror to know I’m probably fucking worse than tomato fucking red. He awkwardly gets up off me and I sit up too, swinging my legs the opposite way than he did, the warmth almost burning my face. What the hell went wrong?! I want to scream. I thought it was going good… I don’t even want to look at him. Not because I’m mad or anything, but because I’m fucking humiliated. Why did I do that?! Goddammit Niall! You bloody idiot!

I take a sidelong glance at him. He’s not looking at me, but at his hands. His thumbs make a twirling motion around each other and it makes me feel even more embarrassed. Well shit. I’ve just made a complete ass of myself. I look back to my shoes and cross my arms awkwardly across my chest. Shit, who am I kidding? This entire situation is awkward. I don’t know what to do. Then my heart sinks even more. Oh god, what if I’ve ruined everything? What if I’ve just ruined our relationship? What would I do without him?! I would rather jump off the side of the building and land on the fire escape and break my damn neck. I shudder just thinking about the body. Fuck… why do I do that to myself?

I’m so fucking stupid. Honestly. I feel like puking.

All of the sudden Liam’s soft voice drifts into my ears. “Niall…”

God the way he says my name still makes me absolutely crazy. My heart melts. And then I remember what just happened and it turns stony right away again.

I avoid making eye contact with him, but instead look at his hand, which is now gripping the edge of the bench lightly. He speaks again, “Niall… I’m not mad.”