FOREVER [Niall Horan] ✔

Chapter 56.

“Love starts as a feeling, but to continue is a choice. And I find myself choosing you, more and more every day.” -Bending The Universe by Justin Wetch

Ana's POV

Niall's fingers tenderly skim on my skin as I wake up. I flutter my eyes open, a smile playing on my lips, and see that it's a bit after eight in the morning. Even though I'm not looking towards him, I can feel his eyes on me. "You're a creep," I slyly comment, before turning in his arms.

He laughs, pulling his hand from under my T-shirt. "G'morning to you, too," He replies, his voice a bit coarse, telling me that it hasn't been long since he woke up. He traces his hands down my face and chest until they're resting on my waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "How did you sleep?" He softly asks.

"I slept like a baby," I reply. "And you?"

"I always sleep better when you're next to me." He shrugs as if that's the most obvious thing.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, baby." He nods and my lips twitch up in a small smile. "Tell me, what would you like to have for breakfast?"

"No, you tell me. I stalled you last night, so you choose. What would you like to have?" I ask him instead. It's only fair that he gets to choose breakfast because what happened last night was my fault.

"Nah, you choose, I love to cook for you." He shakes his head.

"C'mon, Niall. Please, for me!" I pout my lips and he rolls his eyes, sighing right after. I smile big, already knowing that I won. "Tell me what would you like to eat, sir?" I ask again, curling my arm around his waist and looking at him with pure adoration in my eyes.

"Fine." He dramatically sighs. "Avocado and egg toast, pancakes and coffee," He says and a huge smile spreads on my face, mirroring his, realising that the only reason why he said that is because they're my favourite. "And lastly," He leans closer, his smile turning up into a smirk. "You," He whispers in my ear and my mouth falls open, a chill running down my body. "Like a kitten," He utters, smirk clear in his voice.

"I-" I breathe as he pulls away from me. Without saying anything or waiting for me to, he gets up from his place on the bed, puts his sweats on and walks out of the room, leaving me wondering why he did that.

His words play in my head on a loop and I shudder at the thought of him doing things to me. My breathing consequently quickens and I have to shake my head a couple of times to get the image out of my head.

"Ana?" He calls from outside the room after a couple of minutes and I shuffle off of the bed, pulling the T-shirt down to cover my thighs.

"I'm coming," I answer.

"Yes, you will, very soon," He replies and my eyes widen again. No matter how often Niall talks dirty to me, it always gets me excited and makes me want him more.

I shake my thoughts away and follow him to the kitchen. Niall has already started preparing food while I just stand against the counter, trying to figure out something to do. Without any warning, Niall picks me up and sits me on the counter before spreading my legs and moving in between them. "I'm doing all the work. You can relax, love," He says and I coo at him.

Niall pecks my lips and starts making the toast and after insisting a lot, he lets me help him. It takes us around thirty minutes to get everything ready. I, then, brew the coffee, before helping Niall to set the table for us. I pour us a cup of coffee each.

I sit beside Niall on the table and moan as I take the first bite of pancakes. He definitely makes the best pancakes I've ever had.

"I love that sound," Niall murmurs and I gulp the food in my mouth before turning to look at him. He has a smirk plastered on his face and I sheepishly look away. I don't know what has gotten into Niall but he's dirtier than ever, not that I mind it.