Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

11.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet and felt long. Not me or Niall said anything. Finally the taxi came to a stop and me and Niall climbed out. We walked up to mine and Liv's room in silence. No matter how hard I tried, I could stop thinking about how close Niall's face had been to mine. How wonderful it felt when he touched my cheek.

We were soon at the door of the hotel room and I came out of my own small world and back into the real one.

I fumbled hopelessly for the key Liv had left for me, digging into all my pockets. Eventually I found it but it slipped straight out my hand and landed with a loud noise on the hard floor.

"Ugh," I said to myself and bent down to pick it up. I stood up and went to put the key in the door when I was pulled back by Niall.

The fire inside me came alive once more as Niall bought one hand up to rest on my cheek while the other held my shoulder. In a flash, my lips were pressed against his and my eyes closed without my brain telling them to. His lips tasted like the chocolate ice cream he had earlier. Niall's sweet scent filled my nose and I relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. He pulled my in closer and I didn't even try to resit. His lips were soft but also rough but not to rough that it wasnt nice. His hand moved from my shoulder to my other cheek holding my head perfectly in place. I nervously moved my arms from my sides to hold each of his upper arms.

The whole world had stopped. I could no longer hear the beeping of car horns coming from the open hall window. Or the faint rumble of voices from the streets below. In that moment, it was me and Niall.

Lily!!!!! What do you think your doing? You can't kiss Niall fucking Horan!!! You've only known him a day.

The voice in my head took over and I took my hands off Niall and shook my head slightly to make him drop his hands. As soon as his touch was gone, the weight that had been lifted off me for that short kiss was dumped back on me again, only this time it felt heavier.

"What? Did I do something wrong? Do my lips taste disgusting? Do I smell? Were my hands pressing on your cheeks to hard?" Niall said frantically.

I felt bad for him. He'd done nothing wrong. All the things he mentioned there had been perfect. But for some reason, I couldn't get the words out to tell him that. My mouth seemed empty, like I'd lost everything I needed to speak.

I shook my head and opened the door to the room. He stared blankly at me. His eyes looked a little frightened, like he was afraid I was going to leave him out in the hallway all alone.

I cleared my throat, "Umm...do you what to come in? You don't have to...i mean...you can if you'd like but if you want to call your driver or whoever and leave then that's totally fine too. Just, do what you want, I'll be inside."

I felt like a total idiot. I'd just kissed a world famous singer and now I was stuttering over what to say to him. I'd never stuttered over what to say to a boy. Ever. So as you can imagine I was pretty surprised when he decided to come inside even after I'd completely fucked up my line before.