ONESHOT #2
SMUT
(Y/N's POV)
The room of my childhood was exactly the same. It was amazing my parents actually kept everything as it was. After all, I had moved out many years ago and rarely came back. They could have done anything they wanted with it. A yoga room for my mom, or a storage room for my dad.. and my little brother (who was overdue to leave the house, seriously), always asked for a calm place to play his videogames. Instead, they kept it exactly as it was when I left, and I was not sure how I felt about it. Were they scared it would hut me, or did they want me to feel home whenever i'd come back? Or worse, did they actually expect me to come back? I definitely was not going to.
I put my bag next to my old bed and opened a few drawers, realizing most of them were empty. My apartment was in a different country now, and I was never going to live here again. It's not that i didn't like it here, it's that I liked it better somewhere else. Somewhere Niall was.
The thought of my boyfriend made me smile and I reached for my phone in my back pocket to quickly send him a text telling him I missed him. He was on tour, and with the time difference, he was probably singing on stage as I was typing, but I knew he'd see it when his show would be done.
I ran downstairs, letting my hand slide on the banister the same way I did for almost 20 years of my life. It's crazy how easily a brain can remember things. Everyone was in the kitchen. Even my younger sister, who was back from uni for the summer, was sitting at the table.
"Are you hungry sweetheart?"
I smiled wide at my mom and simply nodded, taking place between my siblings at the table. My butt had barely touched the chair when a plate was put in front of me and I didn't remember it felt so special to be served like that. I looked up and felt my heart swell at the sight of my whole family reunited. Still, I wished Niall was here, with me.
I felt my phone vibrate and my heart jumped. I couldn't explain the feeling of knowing Niall was thinking about me at the exact moment I was thinking about him. It really felt like we had a connection, and I honestly couldn't explain it.
'I miss you too, petal.😘 '
My lips curled as I stared at the screen, my phone sitting on my lap. I quickly typed an answer and brought one of my hands on the table to grab my fork.
'Shouldn't you be owning the scene? 😋'
His answer arrived quick and my heart jumped again.
'I wish I was owning you.'
I held my breath, reading his words over and over again, as I pressed my thighs together. He had this way to make me horny, and the fact that he was so far away without any chance to touch me made all this even worse.
'You own me, i'm all yours."
I was expecting someone around the table to tell me to let go of my phone, and I wouldn't have blamed them. I come for a visit about once a year, and I knew it was extremely rude of me to text while we were eating, but I was extremely turned on by what my boyfriend was sending me.
'Are you alone in your room, petal?'
'Kitchen. Dinner with the family.'
This time, it took a few minutes to get his message. I tried to calculate the time it was where he was, but I couldn't remember how many hours of difference we actually had. His answer, however, made me forget about it. In fact, it made me forget about everything else.
