Nervous (A Shawn Mendes x Niall Horan Fanfic) ✅

(Part 22)

Shawn’s POV

Niall and I were hanging out in my living room and soon enough, our lips met.

I pulled away, shocked. “I am so sorry!”

Niall just smiled at me. “It’s okay, I liked it.”

“Wait, really?” I asked. “What about you not wanting us to be boyfriends yet?”

“I’ve thought it over a few times, and then a few more. And, I think I’m ready to ask you a very important question,” Niall said.

“And what would that be?” I asked my brown eyes meeting Niall’s bright blue ones.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Niall asked.

I looked at him for a moment, thinking about it. The answer should have flown out of my mouth by now and I was shocked that I even had to think about it.

“Yes,” I smiled. “A thousand times yes.”

Niall smiled back at me. “Good, cause now I can do this,” Niall said before closing the gap between us in a kiss.

I kissed Niall back as his hand found the back of my head and started running through my curls. My hand found its way around Niall’s neck and I pulled him even closer to me than he already was. Soon enough, I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip as if asking for entrance. I allowed it and his tongue entered. We kept going like this until Niall pulled back leaving me breathless.

“You, my boyfriend, are wonderful,” Niall smiled.

“If you liked that you should see what I can do in bed,” I joked, coughing afterward.

“Maybe I will one day,” Niall smirked.

“We’ll see about that, Horan,” I smiled.

“Okay, now what do you have to eat?” Niall asked.

“Are you seriously hungry now?” I asked, a smile forming on my lips.

Niall nodded. “Is now a bad time to be hungry or something?”

I laughed before the laugh turned into a coughing fit.

Niall looked at me concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked as I continued to cough.

I nodded through my coughs until I could get my dry mouth to speak. “Water,” I whispered.

After hearing my word, Niall flew off the couch and into the kitchen. He frantically looked around before opening the fridge and grabbing one of the bottled waters that were scattered throughout the fridge. Niall walked back into the living room and opened the water bottle before he handed it to me. I took a few sips of the water as Niall stared at me worried.

“I’ll be fine,” I said, reassuring him as he sat back down on the couch. “I’m just sick, it’s not like I’m dying or anything.”

“The way you were coughing made me think otherwise,” Niall said.

“Well, I’m fine now,” I said.

“I’m not so sure about that. Do you want to lay down or something?” Niall asked.

“No because that’s the lazy way to be sick,” I said.

“No, it’s a way to let your body recharge so you’re not sick anymore,” Niall said, standing up. “Now come on, let’s get you laying down."