Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 29

"I'd give ya the spare bedroom, but Greg an' Denise 've already taken it. B'sides, 'm sure ya've slept with Niall before, so-"

"MUM!" Niall groaned, trying to push her out of the room.

I giggled, watching as Niall sent her out the doorway.

"Oh for heavens sakes, Niall!" She sighed, rolling her eyes,"Good night, you two!"

The door was shut a moment later, Niall resting against it.

"God, 'm sorry... I didn't know she was goin' to be so-"

"It's fine, Niall. She's wonderful," I smiled, getting off the bed and walking over to him.

He smiled, pulling me in by the hips. I rested my hands against his chest as his went to the small of my back, pulling me in for a kiss. We pulled away moments later, only to embrace in a tight hug.

"I can't wait fer ya to meet the lads t'morrow. They're goin' to be so jealous a' me when they see how amazin' ya are," he mumbled, tightening his grip around me.

I hugged him back tightly, shutting my eyes as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Who are the lads?" I asked.

He chuckled, rubbing my back.

"Sean and Darragh, of course! We're goin out to lunch with 'em."

"Sounds fun. I can't wait," I smiled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. With that, I pulled away, walking to the bathroom to change into my pajamas.

After brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, I found myself lying on Niall's chest, trailing my finger around his numerous tattoos. I'd still yet to discover what all of them meant.

He groaned above me when I reached his abs, causing me to look up at him. His eyes were shut tightly, his mouth open slightly. I raised an eyebrow, watching him.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes opened, a smile forming on his face as he replied, "Enjoyin' your touch. Keep doin that, it feels good."

I giggled, rolling my eyes as I rested my cheek back on his chest, continuing to lightly scratch my nails up and down his skin.

"I like your family," I commented a while later, shutting my eyes as he turned out the light.

"Hm, really?" he asked, shutting his eyes again as I continued to pleasure him.

"Yeah, of course. They're all so nice, especially your mom. I almost feel like..." I trailed off, pausing my actions.

"Like what?" He asked through the darkness, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I looked up at him, making out his facial expression through the moonlight shining in through his window.

"Like... she's the mother I never had. Like she's my own..."

"What d'ya mean?" he asked, a smile on his face.

"She's just really sweet, really kind. She treats me like one of her own. My mom... she never treated me like that. She never gave a damn, and hell, she never will."

He sighed, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"I'm sure that isn't true, Ron. She cares about ya. Hell, if a wise ass dickhead like me can find the heart to care about ya, then who's to say she doesn't?"

I giggled at his response.

"You do realize you just called yourself a dickhead, right?"

"Yeah, don't remind me," he chuckled, squeezing me. I smiled, turning over to straddle his waist.