~Liz's mother has a part in this chapter. Read at your own risk. Sexual Content! Enjoy.
*Rene's P.O.V*
My daughter took my son away from me. Stole.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass in my hand and a bottle of whisky was sitting at my side.
Liz was right. I was an alcoholic. I was using their dad's death as an excuse to get wasted. I knew there were other ways to deal with it, but I couldn't deal with it those ways because alcohol caught my eye quicker than anything else did.
The house was so quiet without my children. Not even the sound of the wind chimes outside could be heard.
I'm pathetic. I drink, beat my four and eighteen year old.
Mother of the year goes to me.
Before their father passed away in that car wreck, everything was perfect, secure, safe, and in order. Liz kept things that way. Ever since I fell off, she's taken control as mom and dad. Now that both of my kids are gone, I have no reason to do anything anymore.
*Two days later*
*Liz's P.O.V*
We were back in London and at Niall's flat.
"Jackson time for bed." I call from the guest room.
He came trudging in and flopped down on the bed.
I chuckle and walk over to him, lifting him up and sat down, putting him on my lap.
"We have to get your jammies on first." I say, standing him up.
I went to his suitcase and opened it, pulling out a dinosaur shirt and matching pants.
Niall was watching from the doorway as I slipped the shirt over Jackson's head. When he was completely dressed and ready for bed, he crawled under the blanket and pulled it up to his chest.
"Lizzy, will you sing to me?" He asked.
"Sure. What song?" I say.
"The one about being beautiful."
I nodded and started the song.
"Everyday is so wonderful, then suddenly, its hard to breath."
I finished the song and stood up after Jackson had fallen asleep. I kissed his forehead and turned to see Niall was still in the doorway.
"You're a good singer." He said as I walked passed him and down the hall to the bedroom.
"Yeah right, I sound like a horse." I say, going to the closet, and pulling out one of his t-shirts.
"Most beautiful horse I've ever heard."
I laughed and kicked my flats off into the closet.
Niall walked up behind me and started to kiss my neck.
I shifted away, uncomfortably.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Um yeah." I reply, voice shaky.
He turned me around and kissed my lips.
I dropped his shirt and held his cheeks in my hands. He picked me up by my legs and pushed me against the wall. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. His hand traveled up my thigh and under my shirt, sending a chill through me. He moved my hair to the side and placed kiss after on my neck and jawline.
I bit my lip to suppress a moan. My hands get lost in his hair and I felt a bit of pressure and moaned in discomfort.
He pulled away and smirked at me.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" He asked.
"I was until you started using your teeth."
He shrugged and pecked my lips.
"Get used to it."
I smiled as he kissed me again.
He took me off the wall and gently laid me on the bed.
Niall's hand made its way under my shirt and I crawled back into the pillows as he started unbuttoning my flannel top. He pulled it over my shoulders and tossed it to the side of the bed. His lips found mine and his hands found the bottom of my tank top. He started to slide it up over my navel, but I grabbed his wrist.
"Wait, hold on." I say.
He looked down at me and crinkled his brows.
"What's wrong?"
I sat up and frowned.
"Well, one. I'm a virgin," I start, biting my lip, nervously.
He smiled and steeled on his knees, caressing my cheek.
"Babe, that's perfectly understandable. I'll be gentle. Promise."
"What if Jackson walks in?" I ask, remembering he was in the room across the hall.
Niall got up and closed the door, making sure it was locked as well. He came back over to the bed and hovered over me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes as he kissed me again and pulled my tank top up over my head.
I pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
Niall kissed down my stomach and up to my neck again, his hand on my thigh. He began kissing my stomach again and I arched my back, gripping the sheets. He unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs and off me. He kicked his off and he was wearing boxers with four leaf clovers all over them.
I couldn't help the laugh that came out of my mouth.
"They're for good luck." He laughed.
"Do they work?" I asked, snapping the waistband.
"They got me you."
"Stop." I say.
"Stop what?"
"If saying cute things before sex is going to become a habit, you're going to be very fit in the biceps area."
"I can't help it." He replied, kissing my neck.
I was about to say something, but it came out as a moan. He laughed against my skin, which only made me do it again. He seemed to be enjoying himself and did it purposely the third time. He eased my tank top off and put it aside, running his hands down my sides and to my underwear. He pulled them off and looked up at me.
I nodded.
I was nervous about losing my virginity, but since its to Niall, I knew that he would be gentle and would take care of me how he promised.
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