Home Run Honey // n.s.

Chapter Four

*THERE IS NOT A FOOT FETISH IN THIS CHAPTER IT'S FEMINIZATION KINK OH MY WORD*

I woke up to a thunderstorm at nine o'clock in the morning. How nice. I was still in Niall's arms, but instead of spooning, my head was laid on his chest and our legs were tangled together. I took a peak at his face; his lips were slightly parted and his eyes were closed peacefully. He looked so adorable.

I decided to wake him, thinking I'd want more kisses. "Niall, darling, wake up." I pressed a kiss to his cheek. When he didn't wake up, I kissed his cheek again but blew a raspberry on it as well. "Darling," I said in a sing-song voice.

"What?" He grumbled with his eyes still closed. I would have thought he forgot it was me, if it hadn't been for his hand that squeezed my hip when I tried to wiggle away.

"Please get up, Darling. It's raining and I want a cuddle."

"We're cuddling right now, Harry." I looked up at his face to see he poked one eye open and he was staring down at me.

I gave him a small smile and when he reached down to kiss me, I turned my had so his lips just grazed my cheek. "No kisses until you're downstairs and dressed all cuddly." This time, I succeeded in getting away from him.

I got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I was done and walked back into my room, Niall was stood beside the bed with one hand on his chest and the other scratching his balls.

It was gross and sexy at the same time.

I looked at him with a gross look on my face and he stuck his tongue out me. "Like you don't do it."

"Not in front of people!" I whined.

"Harry, you're my boyfriend, it's not that big of a deal..." My heart swelled when he called me his boyfriend. Like, aw.

"But, it's gross!"

"Oh, quit you're whining, baby."

"Are you calling me baby or a baby?"

"Both." He walked past me and into my bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes and went downstairs. I grabbed a roll of Pillsbury Doughboy cinnamon rolls out of the fridge. I laid them out on a cookie sheet and put them in the oven.

I went over to one of the drawers in the kitchen and grabbed my pills. I popped one out and got two out of the bottle. As I was getting ready to sallow the one with water, I felt arms wrap around my waist, starling me. I nearly choked on my pill and water, but I managed to swallow it with a little choking.

"Oh shit, are you okay, Princess?" Niall turned me around in his arms, putting his hands on my hips, and looked at me with concern.

I coughed once more, nodding my head. "Yeah, I was just taking my pills and you scared me so it went down the wrong tube."

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," he pouted.

"It's okay."

"What were the pills for?" I turned back around and grabbed the other two, quickly taking them.

"Uh, I'll tell you later," I replied and took another sip of water to occupy myself.

"Okay. So, I'm dressed all cuddly and my teeth are brushed. You may now place your lips against mine and move them in a feverish manner!" He closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

"Tempting, really, but where did you get a toothbrush, darling?"

He peeked an eye open with his lips still puckered. When he realized I wasn't going to kiss him, he opened both of his eyes. "I used yours," he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. Which it obviously was.