The Runaway 2 - N.H.

[69] I know

"What?" He gasps and I look away from him. "Wait... Really?" He asks a huge grin crossing his unshaven face.

"I've been thinking about it for a while. I'm not going back to Doncaster. No freaking way, but I loved England and I've been gone way too long. I haven't even visited since I left five years ago... Maybe it won't work out but I want to try," I whisper and smile at him.

"I-" He starts before pulling me into a hug. "Thank you, Bee," He mumbles into my hair and I can't help but giggle.

"Thank you, Lou."

"What about Scar? And your band?" I hear Ash ask and I look up to him.

"Scar will be okay. She will always come to visit and she has family in London too. The band... I don't know the boys have other jobs, it wasn't really working out anyway."

"Boys?" Ash asks emphasising on the 's' and my eyes go wide.

"Shit," I hiss and mentally slap myself.

"Boys?" Niall repeats exactly the same and I keep my head down.

"Dan joined the band a little while ago... I was going to tell you g-"

"Are you actually serious?" Ashton growls and my stomach plummets.

"I'm sorry," I whine and run a hand through my auburn hair out of frustration.

"It's fine, Braeden," Louis mumbles and puts a hand on my arm.

"He's a friend. He did some stupid things, but so did I. I know he's the reason I'm like this but someone was bound to have done it. I love you guys, all of you, a lot more than I will ever or have ever him," I say under my breath and look up at them.

Ashton looks angry, Calum looks uncomfortable and Louis and Niall look sad. "We know, Bee. But he's a fucking tool," Ashton growls and I nod.

"I'm tired, it's been a long, long day. Let's all just go to sleep. Scar, Mike and Luke won't be back tonight, so two of you can stay in there or go to your hotel or whatever. Good night," I mumble and kiss Louis' forehead before going to my bedroom. "Love you, guys," I say quietly as I step through my door.

I walk to my white chest of drawers and pull out the sweatshirt Niall left me before leaving to go back on tour. I take off my shirt and bra before slipping it over my head and taking off my denim shorts.

"Hey," I hear a mumble and hands wrap around my waist. I smile as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Hey," I whisper and smell his naturally gorgeous smell. I place my hands on top of his and he place his lips on my neck, first his mouth is open and he slowly closes it before beginning to bite and suck on the skin. He pulls away slights before doing the same to a spot next to it.

"How you feeling?" Niall mumbles into me.

"Better now," I say and squeeze my eyes shut.

"I love you," he whispers and rubs my stomach. "And I would have loved this baby... You know that, right?" He asks and I turn around to face him. He keeps his arms tightly around my waist as I stare at his electric blue eyes.

"I know," I confirm and he looks sad.

"I know it wasn't the right time... I don't know I just..." he trails off and I nod. "I wish we could have done this, you know? I think we could have. I know it's probably better this didn't happen but-"

"I know. Me too, but there will be another," I whisper and his face lights up immediately.

"You promise?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"I promise."

"Do you... Do you think that maybe we could do something for him? Like a memorial thing?" He asks and my heart warms at the thought.

"Wait... Him?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah when I... I had imagined him, he was a boy."

"Okay. We can do something, I think it would be good for us," I say thinking of Niall and I having a little boy. "He'd have loved that," I mumble my voice cracking.

He wipes hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. "Yeah, he would."

He kisses my lips. His soft, soft face connecting with mine. He moves one hand to cup my cheek and keeps the other one on my hip. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. Everything in me lights up at the thought of spending my life with this man. He plays with the hem of my sweatshirt before pulling away and looking down at it.

"You kept it," he mumbles a smile crossing his face.

"I missed you, I needed a piece of you."

"I like that," his voice is only a low whisper.

"I like you."

"Liar," he chuckles and I kiss him. He kisses me back and I can feel his smile against my lips. I begin kissing him harder, I need him. He kisses me back with force as I grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head, our kiss momentarily breaking. I move my hands to his chest and run them over his soft collar bones. I feel his heart begin to beat faster as he slips his hands under his sweatshirt to play with my exposed chest. I suck on his bottom lip, causing a moan to erupt from the back of his throat and he quickly picks me up, wrapping my legs around his torso and moves the both of us to my large bed. He lays down, me still straddling him as he slips the sweatshirt over my head.

He begins to play with my bare chest as I move my hands to his skinny jeans and I undo his belt before slowly doing the same to his zipper. I'm about to tug them down his legs when he rolls me over and lays between my legs. He stares into my eyes for a split second before he moves to my neck, once again sucking on my tender skin. I moan seductively and arch my back into him.

I move to his jeans and slowly tug them down his long legs as he stares at me intently. I throw them to the floor and move back up to his lips. He places his large hands on my hips and slowly grips them as I pull him as close to me as possible.

He goes to each side of my underwear and slowly and sexily pulls them down my legs, grazing my skin as he does. He throws them to the end of the bed before doing the same to his tight, black boxers. He places a kiss to my cheek before looking into my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He whispers low as I stare into his dark, dilated eyes.

"Are you?" I counter but he just smiles before kissing my neck. He pushes into me, keeping his head pressed tightly into the crook of my neck.