**Okay, I understand there isn't much to my first fan fiction at the moment, its in progress but some people told me on twitter to keep it published, and i'll keep adding chapters as recently as I can, It's my first one so no hate thankyou:)**
It was almost like an immediate reaction, seeing Niall's name appear on my phone really did light up my face. 'You going to Louis's football game tonight?' the text read. 'Wasn't planning on, I thought we was having a night in?' I replied. We had this Friday planned out for weeks. My parents were out of town and since I turned seventeen, I was only just trusted to be home alone. Me and Niall had been together 5 months today. I was still a virgin. Niall respected my boundaries but I was positive he wasn't ready either. This Friday, I finally wanted to make my move, I had hinted I was almost ready- after last weekend when my parents went out for diner. He seemed to enjoy me giving him pleasure with my hand, but being seventeen I would of liked that feeling too.
'Please El, if it means that much to you, I'll come back to yours later on, make sure your in safe?' Smiling at the text, I was relived that he brought up the idea of coming back to mine, I would of probably made it awkward if I had brought it up. "Promise?, No funny business?" I replied, followed with a wink face. I giggled a little to my self, I was nervous because it was my first time however knowing that it would be with Niall made it better. I trusted him, he knew everything about me. I knew everything about him. We spend almost every night together, His and my friends say we were made for each other. People say were too young, but there not in our situation, He was perfect for me and he loved me for who i was.
I layed on back, resting my head on a pillow staring into different shades of purple on my ceiling. I jumped up as my phone vibrated on my bedside table. 'Niall x: I'm not promising anything? I'm setting off in ten minutes, for the game" The lock-screen shown. I laughed at Niall's reply. I was hoping he had the same ideas as I did..the boy should always make the move first. I replied with a short 'okay, see you soon' then jumping off my bed to find something to wear. I hated the thought of standing in the cold, wind for ninety minutes watching another boring game of football. The game meant a lot to Niall even thought he didn't play it, he found it interesting to watch. I was hoping the time would fly so I could come home and finally get down to business with him.
