Black And White : A Niall Horan Fanfiction

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I leant forward and locked my lips onto his. It had felt like a lifetime since I had kissed him and it felt different, more intense.

Niall's hands ran up and down my body causing all my hairs to jump up. He kissed my lips, then my cheeks, then my neck. His mouth reached the small area on my jaw bone just underneath my ear. I let out a small moan as he kissed that bit which caused me to blush at my own sound. I felt his mouth turn to a smile as I gasped when he kissed my neck.

I ran my hands through his hair, pulling slightly every now and then. I made a guess that he liked it based on the fact that he didn't tell me to stop. After a little bit I moved my hands down to the bottem of his t-shirt. They hovered there for a few seconds before Niall reached down and pulled the white material over his head and chucked it down onto the floor.

He didn't have a clear six pack or abs but that just made me love him more. He had a small v-line that my fingers traced. He had stopped kissing me and I felt his stare on me as I examined his body. There was a light line of hair coming from him belly button, it wasn't that noticeable but, of course, I noticed it. I looked up at him and felt him stare right into my soul. But I didn't mind, I had nothing to hide from him.

His eyes darted down to the bottem of my hoodie. I wasn't supposed to but I saw how he looked at it. His hands tugged gently at it and I looked into his eyes. I could drown in his eyes. I did drown in his eyes.

I snapped out my short trance when I felt Niall's cold hand on my lower stomach. I looked down and noticed his hands were pushing my hoodie up my bodie.

To save all the hasel, I pulled it off me and threw it onto the floor on top of Nialls t-shirt. I was left sitting in my plain, black bra. I hadn't put a fancy one on that day or anything because I was staying inside all day by myself. To be honest, I didn't know why I'd worn one in the first place but I was glad I had.

I kissed Niall even more as his cold hands ran up and down my back, causing me to shiver.

"What's wrong?" he asked through kisses when I shivered for a second time.

"Your hands are cold." I giggled at my stupid answer causing a large smile to spread across Niall's face.

"I love it when you laugh," he said quietly.

I hated my laugh. It was the sort of laugh that you didn't find on the average girl. When I was growing up my mum would tell me how funny my laugh was. I'd always smiled but deep down I had always wanted to change it. There weren't many things I would want to change about myself because I have and always been the sort of person who tries their hardest to be confident and accept themselves but if I had the chance to change my laugh, I would.

I couldn't help but giggle again at his silly response and he began laughing uncontrollably. Niall's laugh was the best sound in the world, loud, contagious, happy and very unique.

I looked at him, a huge smile took up his face. He had made me so unbelievably happy and I couldn't thank him enough.

"Niall," I said hoping he would hear me through his loud laughs.

He stopped laughing almost immediately and looked at me.

"I love you," I whispered. I hadn't meant for it to come out as a whipser but for some reason it did. I kept my eyes on his, slowly drowning in them once again.

"And I love you."

He bought his hand up and brushed my cheekbone lightly. I shook my head giggling again.

"Your hands are still cold you know," I complained in a childish way. He took his hand off my face and smiled in a cheeky way.

In less than a second, I felt his hands all over my body, tickling me in every area possible. I collapsed onto the sofa on my side screaming and laughing and yelling all at the same time. He soon joined in, laughing at me being so ticklish. I hadn't been tickled since before my mum died so it was unusual for me. I had forgotten what it was like and how ticklish I actually was.

"STOP. PLEASE STOP!" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was no longer focusing on the coldness of his hands but the fact that his touch was all over my body. It made me feel more alive than ever.

Niall hovered above me on the sofa. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut so I couldn't see him but I knew he was there. After what felt like 10 years Niall's hands finally came to a slow and I opened my eyes. I had been right. He stared down at me, lips just centre metres away from mine.

"How are you so beautiful?" he asked and pushed his lips to mine. For some reason I exploded inside at his compliment. It made me love him even more.

Some how during our long kiss we switched positions with each other and when I pulled away for air I noticed I was perched on Niall's lap leaning over him. I probably looked like the ugliest person alive looking down on him but he didn't mention it. Instead he pulled me down to lie next to him. I was thankful to my dad for buying such a wide sofa so that we could both lie on it next to eachother.

For a slipt second I had a bad thought about Tyler walking in on me in my bra and Niall with no t-shirt on but I shoved it away quickly.

I rested my head on Nialls arm, using it as a pillow as I nestled in close to his side. My eyes started drifting closed and i tried my best to keep them open.

"Don't worry. You can go to sleep I won't mind," Niall said in a beautiful soft voice. I looked up at him and found he was watching my face. I smiled a little and let my eyes fall shut. I heard him whipsers Goodnight baby just before I fell asleep but I was too tired to answer so I simply moved even further into his side, smiling.