daddy's little princess « niam

eight

Sleeping with Liam was something Niall would have to get used to. Liam was a beautiful creature, and seeing his face as Niall woke up took his breath away in a way that was not at all sexual. Niall wanted this for the rest of his life, he was sure.

Liam was still a sleeping angel, and Niall made no move to get out of bed. He wanted to watch Liam. His lips pouted slightly as he slept, and the way his breath came out in little puffs between his pouty lips was more than adorable. His eyes fluttered a bit, but Liam still did not wake.

Niall did not even want to blink. Liam was a beautiful creature. Like some kind of angel, almost. Niall wondered how he managed to capture something so wonderful. Liam could be the eighth wonder of the world or something like that. He belonged in a museum, next to the Mona Lisa or David. Art galleries would pay millions for his face. Niall was sure.

Maybe he stared for seconds, maybe minutes, or maybe even hours. Liam did wake eventually, when Niall's eyes were red and stinging and maybe it had been a while since Niall blinked. He had been too infatuated with the work of art in front of him.

"Morning, darling," Liam greeted softly. He yawned cutely. "Darling, are you all right? Your eyes are red and watering."

That was when Niall noticed that he had gone much too long without blinking. He lifted his hands from somewhere beneath the blanket to rub at his aching eyes.

"I'm okay," Niall promised. His voice was loud and croaky in the quiet room. It wasn't anywhere near as wonderful as Liam's morning voice. "I just forgot to blink for a while."

Liam looked unsure but nodded. "Do you want breakfast? I can make pancakes, but that's all I can cook, really."

"I'll make something," Niall promised. He unwillingly slid out of his side of the bed and stretched upward. It took him a moment too long to realize that he was naked, but by the time he had, Liam had already taken a picture and was sneakily cooing at it.

"You look so good, darling," Liam told Niall. "No one will be seeing this but me, I assure you. I just never want to forget this moment."

Niall flashed him the brightest smile he could manage at ten in the morning and grabbed a button up of Liam's from the closet. He trudged off to the kitchen while still buttoning it up.

(Liam took five more pictures of Niall while he was cooking and nearly had to jerk himself off. Niall pretended not to notice.)

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When they were all dressed and nearly presentable, Liam drove Niall to his home and told the blond to call him if he needs anything. "Be quick," Liam warned. "I don't want things to go as last time. I'll be out here sending some emails, so don't hesitate to call me."

"I won't." Niall flashed his dom a bright smile and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back, Daddy," he whispered in a tone that he knew would drive Liam insane.

"Soon, baby. I'd like to get my hands on that perky ass of yours for teasing me," Liam growled playfully. Niall let out a small moan and shut the car door.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Niall considered on his way up the front steps. Liam was still sitting in his car. Niall could always turn back around and ask for Liam to take him to the nearest music shop. That would be taking advantage of his money, Niall scolded himself. Another reason that Niall wanted to get his things was the picture of himself and Theo on his desk. All he wanted was his guitar and the picture of Theo. That wasn't too much to ask, right?

So niall didn't stop walking. He made it up to the front door and used the spare key his mother had given him to get in. He didn't know where Maura was, but he didn't exactly plan to find out, either. Niall wanted to get in and get out without any trouble from his mother.

He spoke too soon.

"What are you doing here?" Maura's voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Niall nearly fell off the step he had been standing on, but he quickly recovered himself.

"I've come to get my things," he answered boldly. "I'm moving in with Liam. I only need to get a few things before I leave your life forever." Niall was scowling at Maura.

"This is my house, and you don't even legally live here anymore! You belong to that stupid dom that you were supposed to be removed from. All the possessions in this house are mine. Have a good day, Niall." Maura turned her nose up at whom she used to consider her son and turned to walk back up the stairs.

"The guitar is mine!" Niall yelled. "I bought it with my own money! As for the picture I want, it techinally belongs to Greg. Let me collect my things! You'll never have to see me again," Niall pleaded.

"No!" maura turned and walked back up the stairs. Niall waited until he could no longer see her figure and ran up the stairs quietly. He turned into his room.

Things were just how he left it, but Niall suspected they wouldn't be like that for long. It took less than a minute to get his guitar in one hand and the picture frame in the other. Then niall was stealthly tiptoeing back down the stairs and out of the house.

"Did you get everything without any trouble?" Liam asked warily. He was worried with how quiet Niall's demeanor was.

"Not much. She caught me and screamed about how I didn't live there and the possessions inside the house were hers. I ran upstairs and got my things when she thought I had left." Niall grinned.

"Clever," Liam mused. "So, shopping?"

"Shopping!" Niall confirmed.

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next chapter is going to be lovely

i'm so tired

i'm so in love with this book

my bum hurts

well

bai

1043 words

24.11.14