Get Out The Wey Hey
"Baby, I love you," she whispered, her soft lips brushing against my neck. Hell to the no! What did she think she was doing? Betch, I'm Niall freaking Horan and you need to get your stuff together. "I'm busy." I stated, jumping off of the couch and grabbing my man purse, because I'm a man. She stood up grabbing on...