That Game // Niall Horan Frat Boy //

His breathe fanned over my face making shivers go down my back. Our faces so close with one sudden movement we'll be kissing. "Let's make a bet, princess, whoever falls first and shows it with a kiss loses. If I win this I get you. " He whispered. "And if I win, I can be free," I smirked at him. "Oh Horan, you're in f...