When I finally feel Niall's lips on mine, I honestly feel like I'm in heaven. At first, it's just a simple kiss, but after a few seconds I feel a hunger for Niall's lips start to burn inside me. I kiss him over and over again with growing passion. I know I said I wanted to go slow and kiss him properly but my God have you seen the boy? We kiss like this for what must have been hours because when I finally pull away I realise that the sun's long since gone down as it's started to fell chilly. I look down at Niall to see that his lips are swollen from our snog and his cheeks are red from the cold.
'You look cold,' I say wrapping my jacket around him.
'N-no I'm not,' he chatters trying to shrug off the jacket. 'Besides, you need to stay warm too.'
'Ni, I'm fine, just take the jacket,' I insist.
'Fine,' he says, begrudgingly putting it on.
'So now do you believe me when I say your handsome?' I ask.
'Well... after that intense of a snog session I guess I must be pretty smokin' hot, seeing as you just practically sucked my face off!' he says sarcastically.
'Good, cause you're Mr. Sex God,' I joke.
'Oh Harry, you're right! I actually do feel more beautiful now!' he exclaims, sarcasm dripping.
'But Niall, I really do think you look so beautiful,' I say more seriously.
'Well, I'm not saying I feel as hot as you or anything but I do know that you must like me a lot if your going to kiss me like that,' he says.
'Well, that's definitely progress,' I say, taking his hand as I head towards the car.
Once we get back to the hotel, we decide to go ahead to bed since it's already one in the morning. As I tuck Niall in and kiss him good night I almost decide to sleep with him. I mean, I know we've only been going out for a day but he just looks so darn cute when he's asleep.
But I, being the gentleman that I am, will simply not be that kind of boyfriend. Slowly closing the door, I make my way to my bedroom and happily fall asleep thinking about Niall. My Niall.
'Hey, Hazyboo. It's time to get up,' Niall whispers softly in my ear.
I smile at the sound of his morning voice, thick with his Irish accent.
'Good morning Ni,' I sigh happily.
'Did you sleep well?' he asks.
'Sure did, but waking up was better,' I tease cheekily.
'Stop it, and get up so we can eat, I'm starvin',' he says.
'Ok, ok,' I mutter.
Down stairs, I see the boys cluttered around the kitchen, doing various morning activities.
'Hey guys,' I say cheerily.
'You guys were out late last night,' Zayn comments.
I look over at Niall to see him staring at the ground blushing.
'Yeah, we had hot steamy butt sex by the lake,' I say proudly.
'You what!' all the other boys say in surprise.
'Who was top?' Louis asks after a second.
I explode with laughter, and after a while my eyes start to water, forcing me to stop.
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The Breaking Point (Narry)Fanfiction
Niall's always fancied his best mate and band mate Harry. There's only one problem, Harry's not gay. He sleeps with a different girl every night and couldn't be straighter. That is until one day, he starts getting a funny feeling in his stomach eve...