Lover // n.h au

Part 7

Warning: NSFW (no readers under 18 please)

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In the weeks following, Quinn was shoved off to Tring. An hour away from London but it felt like millions of miles away. Quinn couldn't complain because that meant she was working less hours and in turn, was not exhausted.

Tring itself wasn't so bad. The weather was warm, leaving a feeling of longing to linger in the air. The drive to work was scenic but Quinn would swear up and down that she loved the city. It was a secret, but maybe she could picture herself somewhere like this. Maybe forever.

Niall's phone calls had become more frequent and Quinn was grateful for that. The distance between them when they were in the same city was great enough as it was.

It was Thursday when the package arrived at the front desk for her. She'd been in Tring for three weeks and had seen Niall nearly a week before she left. She was going mad.

When Quinn opened it, she was surprised to see a black dress that she had tucked away in her closet for special occasions. Beside it was her favorite pair of red heels. An envelope on top made her smile.

She opened it up, revealing a scribbled note from Niall in his god awful handwriting. Quinn sat down on the bed, taking a breath.

'Exciting news. The case from hell is coming to an end. By the time you get this, I will have already slept for twenty hours straight. Forgive me for being so commanding but on Saturday I will be coming to Tring as I have requested many days off. The date that I promised? I was wondering if you were down. Call me. Xxxx Niall.'

Quinn breathed out a laugh, grabbing her phone. She sent Niall a quick text letting him know she got the package. Quinn knew this had Evie written all over it. The thought of those two working together was trouble.

Quinn took the liberty of sending a discrete email to her supervisor at Tring's museum to let him know she'd be taking Sunday and possibly Monday off for personal reasons. It seemed like the right thing to do and she deserved it.

It'd been ages since Quinn had her hands on Niall. Just thinking about seeing him sent a thrill down her spine. She could already feel him on her skin.

Quinn pulled the dress out of the box to hang it up. When she pulled it out, a pair of red lace underwear fell out followed by a matching bra. It made Quinn laugh, shaking her head.

She hung the dress in the closet, setting the unmentionables in her suitcase. Somehow she believed that was a present from Evie, not Niall. He'd never been one to care for what she was wearing. He was mostly concerned about what she wasn't wearing.

Quinn's phone rang out from the bed. She didn't even have to look to know it was Niall. Quinn answered his FaceTime, already laughing.

Niall was in bed, hair disheveled, a wide smile on his face. Hearing Quinn laugh made him laugh, asking, "did ya like it?"

"I did," Quinn smiled, eyes tracing over his face. "So it's a date then? Saturday night?"

"It is," Niall confirmed. "I made reservations at the nicest restaurant in Tring."

"I can't wait," Quinn laughed. "Reckon we'll be overdressed?"

"Without a doubt," Niall laughed.

"Miss you," Quinn murmured.

"Miss you too lover," he whispered. "Wish ya were here with me."

"Me too," Quinn agreed. "You look good. Did ya sleep?"

"Yeah," Niall chuckled. "A lot. Crashed about ten last night and just woke up."

"Impressive," Quinn smiled.