Niall always assumed he had the largest potty mouth in his relationships. And for the most part, this was true. At some points he and his past affairs would split because they would find the river of swears that was his tongue to be a deal breaker. As a child, his mother threatened to wash his mouth out with a bar of soap if he ever dared to say a bad word.
Oh, how times change.
The man was impressed by how he restrained himself in this relationship with you. After three months he can only recall a few moments that he let a curse or two slip from his mouth. And even then, you had little to no reaction. It was just the other day that Niall discovered why this was.
You were both huddled together on his couch with a blanket haphazardly thrown across your laps. A new show you two had begun watching together a few days prior was presented before you on the large television mounted to the wall. Before another episode could start, you announced your hankering for another beer and some chips.
Niall reluctantly allowed you to wiggle from your spot beside him and asked politely for you to fetch him one on your trip to the kitchen. Only seconds after your departure, the man felt his body lose the heat your prescence always provided. His gloom was short-lived though, when he heard a muffled thumping that he would later discover was your toe against one or the legs of his dining table.
"Ow!" You hissed, followed by an barrage of words so foul, it made the Irishman's mouth fall open. The order you put some words in somehow made the entire sentence dirtier. Cursed phrases Niall himself had only spoken once or twice fell from your mouth so naturally. This would have turned the average guy away from you, whereas Niall felt heat return to his body and a passion sparking his heart aflame when you were at the tail-end of your words.
"Woah, are you okay?" After accounting the fact that—while you sounded gorgeous swearing—your toe was slowly swelling, he sprung up from his spot on the couch and met you at the site of the accident.
"Yeah," you mutter and spare a sheepish glance up at Niall, "sorry you had to hear that."
He only chuckles. "Don't be. I knew I liked you for a reason."
