From Hate To Lust

Chapter Twenty-Five (mature)

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It had been two weeks since Niall and I officially started dating. We still were the number one topic for most students. There was gossip everywhere but I tried my best to ignore it and so did Niall. We agreed not to care about what others said and I was happy that this suggestion had been his. He told me he didn’t have any reason for letting himself get angry over that “bullshit” anymore – now that he got over his fear and pride he was busy with making up, with being the other Niall, the one that was carefree and simply ignored the shit people said.
“They don’t know me and you, they don’t know about us or anything that happened between us except for the fact that at some pointed we fucked,” he had told me with a wink. He was right. No fucks given, Niall and I usually ate together in the cafeteria and after the last class we waited for each other. He took me out on dates during the last couple of days and I still smiled when I thought about the time we had shared…

The cold air was making my cheeks flush and my body shiver. There was this unpleasant feeling inside of me – a mixture of nervousness and anticipation that made me feel slightly sick. There was a part of me that wanted to turn around and leave, to not meet up and go out with him. What if he’d go back to being a jerk? What if we didn’t have anything to talk about? What if we wouldn’t get along as good as we used to because our new situation was so different from the past?
My doubts were taken away as soon as I spotted Niall, standing by his car. His eyes were wandering around as if he was looking for someone and my heart was about to burst when I thought about the fact that he was indeed waiting – not for someone but for me. I got that short stinging feeling as if someone stabbed me  before it was replaced by butterflies as I took in the expression of his flawless face and sight of his soft blonde hair that was up in a perfect quiff. In his hand he held a single deep red rose. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he lightly  nudged it against his face. His skin was pale and built such a nice contract to the red colour of the rose. His eyes fluttered close for a moment and as he opened them again they found mine. He couldn’t seem to hold his hand still, the rose shaking in his grip. He lifted his hand up to his mouth, scratching his lower lip slightly before letting his hand sink again. His lips parted as they turned into a nervous but happy smile, revealing his straight white teeth. My heart was pounding against my ribcage in a fast, unsteady rhythm and I could feel my palms getting sweaty as I approached him. I returned his smile and he leaned towards me, his lips pecking my cheek. I felt myself blush, not from the coldness of the air this time though.
“Hi,” he breathed, his lips brushing my skin. I moved my face to the side slowly until my lips were touching his. They were warm and soft as they always were and I smiled again as our lips began to move in a slow pace. My hand grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. His lips tasted so sweet.
I felt his hand gripping my free one and he lifted it up in between our bodies, gently pushing the rose into it with his second hand.
“Hey,” I finally repeated, our lips still touching as our eyes locked. It seemed a bit unreal to me that Niall had actually gotten me a rose but I couldn’t be happier about it. I couldn’t get that smile off my face as he pulled away to open the passenger seat’s door for me.
“Ready to go?” he asked with a much more relaxed expression.

I still smiled like an idiot, remembering our first date, more than two weeks ago. Niall had been showing me a different side of him since then. He was that goofy idiot who managed to make me laugh whether I wanted to laugh or not. He was sweet and caring, he finally acted the way I had hoped he would.
After the first two dates he had tried to get me into bed like he usually did but then on the third night he had asked me in and simply pulled me into his lap as we watched a movie, finally accepting my decision. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, eventually kissing my neck but never trying anything. I had leaned against him, enjoying the way his arms were wrapped around me and his breath hit my skin. The way his laugh sounded right at my ear and how the heat of his body was warming mine…