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Pen Your Pride

Sorry, this is kind of boring, it's a filler chapter! :/

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But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don't know the truth

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Niall grinned into my neck at my response and I tightly wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"Are you sure? There's so many things I could do..." Niall began sucking lightly on my neck and I groaned. 

"Yes!" I panted. I wasn't thinking straight at all and I suddenly became scared. I know it sounds stupid, but I was scared of sex. I was scared of intimacy at that level and I wasn't sure if I could go through with it. I knew deep inside I loved Niall, but I wasn't sure if he mirrored my feelings. What if we had sex and he left me within the week? What if he leaves me because I'm no good or he regrets it? A million thoughts raced through my mind. I vaguely realized Niall had stopped kissing my neck and was staring at me.

"Gene!? Gene? Are you alright?" His eyes were filled with concern and I wanted to slap myself for ruining the moment. 

"I.....yah, sorry." I apologized.

"Look, if you're not comfortable with this, we don't have to do anything. I don't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do." Niall leaned back, but I pulled him to me with my legs.

"No. I'm fine. I want this." I insisted. 

I had no idea if I wanted this.

Niall began kissing me neck again and his hands slowly slipped behind me to the back of my dress. I felt the zipper come down and I shifted so he could pull the dress off. I sharply inhaled as his hands trailed up my thighs and explored my almost naked body.

"You." I gasped. "You too."

Niall chuckled and smoothly pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes before yanking his jeans down. Niall kicked them away before climbing on the bed once more, hovering over me. I gazed at the numerous tattoos on his chest, trailing over them with my fingers. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice low and quiet in the dark. I

"Yah." I whispered. Niall hooked his fingers around my panties and leaned down to kiss me as he pulled them down my legs. I gulped and focused on his soft lips and the way he tenderly kissed me. I felt him gently unclasp my bra and I was suddenly very aware that I was totally naked. 

"Tell me if you don't feel comfortable at any point and I'll stop immediately, okay?" Niall looked at me once more and I nodded as he pulled down his briefs. His manhood came into few and it looked just as big as last time, but I also felt somewhat scared and intimidated by it. 

The sound of crackling brought me back down to earth and I realized Niall was sliding a condom on. I gulped as he slowly got back on top of me, balancing himself above me on his hands. 

"You look perfect under me." Niall whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to pass through my entire body. 

He kissed my shoulder and slowly massaged my breasts. I knew he was trying to calm me down and take my mind off what was about to happen. I heard from plenty of girls that it was the worse pain they had ever experienced and I wasn't too excited to feel that, but I loved Niall and I wanted to prove it. 

Niall's lips came back to mine and I knew it was time. I felt his tip brush over my entrance and I tensed. 

"Loose, babe. Relax." He breathed. Sudden flashbacks came to me.

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