A Fine Line // n.h.

He chuckled lightly, "Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Still, I stood right where I was.
He was now right in front of me with the smell of alcohol and mint radiating off of him.
"People talk Niall James Horan."
He glared at me with the use of his full name.
"It's kinda risky letting me in. Don't you think?" He questioned;a smirk plastered on his face.
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My breathing suddenly increasing as his hand traced my jawline.
The words struggled to come out.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take..."