You and Niall were attending his aunts wedding today. You'd been patiently waiting in your shared hotel room for about 20 minutes now when the door suddenly swung open, revealing a very formal looking Niall.
"Wow," you mumbled underneath your breath without thinking, taking your lip between your teeth and biting down gently as a smug grin spread across Niall's face.
Slowly, you walked across the room with your mid-length, peach coloured dress flowing elegantly behind you. Softly, you placed your hands on Niall's chest, your fingers trailing over his navy suit, fiddling around with his jet black tie.
"You look beautiful," he complimented you, returning your soft touches as he felt along the curves of your body.
"You don't look so bad yourself," you teased with a small giggle, leaning in to place a kiss on Niall's pink lips.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring as he continued to smile through the kiss, not wanting to pull away. You couldn't believe how good Niall looked in a suit with his jacket unbuttoned and collar ruffled, his hair slightly messy as strands fell down the side of his face.
"We should get down to the reception soon," you chuckled, looking over at the clock to realise how fast the few minutes have passed.
"Okay," he grinned, reaching for your hand to interlock your fingers as the two of you left the room, locking the door behind you, knowing that you'd both return to it later.
