No Interruptions

Chapter Twenty-Two

"Baby…I wanted this for so fucking long, you have no idea. And there’s nothing in the way, and there is no way in hell I’m letting you get away this time. You’re fucking crazy if you think I am, too." He said, his voice soft but his tone firm. His free hand came up to my face, his palm warm on my jaw as he turned my face to his, his thumb smoothing my cheek. He looked ridiculous, like a five year old that got into their finger paint, but I still found my heart racing at his proximity.

"I want you," He whispered, his eyes flicking down to my mouth and back up, his nose nudging mine. My side was pressed into his solid chest, his entire body feeling like it was overwhelming mine, covering me. My eyes fluttered as he leaned impossibly closer without our lips touching, but I was too far gone now to even think about anything else. He wanted me. That was all that mattered. 

The first touch of our lips was just a teasing, and I felt myself whining shallowly, leaning closer as he drew away. His lips curved into a smile, his fluttering lashes tickling my cheeks as he nuzzled his nose against my own. The next brush of his lips was harder, but not hard enough. He played with me for a bit, savoring the pecks we were each giving each other, his hand moving to fist my hair loosely, our bodies rocking as my hands grasped at his biceps and shoulder. I was just about to lose it, the tension too much, so I opened my mouth, licking into his own parted lips. That seemed to be enough, as I was dragged over top of him then, his hands forceful as they dragged me against him.

His lips were hard, his kiss deep, breaths pumping harshly out of his nose as he stole mine. His tongue was soft and gentle as it tangled with mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling. I returned the action, my own tongue running over the harsh ridges of his teeth, my bare breasts pushed against his own strong chest. His shoulders were strong under my hands, his more controlling as they gripped onto my sides.

We broke apart only for his forehead to rest against mine, our lungs fighting for the short space of air between the two of us. My eyes were still closed, my body tingling with the pressure of him against me, the brush of his skin on mine electric. No thoughts were on my mind except for when the next brush of our lips would be, if this would go further, when Niall leaned back slightly, his lips brushing my temple. “As much as I want to continue this, I think I need a shower so I stop looking like a troll,” I giggled against his shoulder, and felt his smile on my ear. “You gonna join, or do I have to beg for that too?” He asked, but he knew good and well he didn’t even need to ask. 

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It was the week of mid-terms—and two weeks before an absolutely dreaded Christmas—when I felt like I was about to lose it. I was dreading these mid-terms because these were my killer classes and I had spent the last few days cramming, especially for the one coming up today, and it was extremely hard for me to get out of the bed with two hours of sleep. I hit the alarm clock, sighing when I saw that Sam was no where in the room to be found, my notes scattered all over the place from all the studying.

I had also come down with a killer cold, so I was mentally and physically exhausted because I had spent the last three days taking exams for my required classes. I sniffled as I pulled on a pair of not-stained sweatpants and a familiar UCLA sweatshirt that dwarfed me, pulling my rats nest up into a bun on top of my head and placing my glasses on my face. I brushed my teeth, paying no attention to my phone as I shoved it in my pocket. I slid my feet into my flip flops and threw my bag over my shoulder, checking for cash so I could stop for coffee and then disappearing out of my tornado room.

The sun was still warm on me as I made my way down the street, sniffling and wiping my nose with my sleeve, knowing Niall would groan in protest if he could see me. I wheezed as I trudged down the street, adjusting the straps of my backpack on my tense shoulders, until I heard tires on the road, and looked to my side.