Niall Horan Imagines

I'm Sorry part 2

Still Nialls pov

We took a cab home and within a couple of minutes we were home. I put my arm under Y/N's shoulder and softly dragged her towards the door, after I paid the driver. 

I struggled to unlock the door, but somehow I managed it, without dropping her. Once we were inside, I dropped my keys somewhere. Feeling that they weren't important right now. I put Y/N softly on the couch.

I thought, but I put her down with a little too much force which caused her to bounce on the sofa. In that second my heart stopped, she laughed. She laughed her beautiful laugh, I know I heard it in the club before but there were people yelling and the music was much too loud to hear it properly. 

She put her hands next to her sides and pushed herself up again, only to be caught by the fluffy pillows that she absolutely loved. She laughed even louder than the first time. 

She did it a couple of times until she finally she layed down, face half in the sofa and holding her belly. Laughing so hard that she fell silent except for the times when she needed to breath. 

I smiled at her with all the love I own in my eyes. I couldn't laugh, probably because the second that she sobers up, this is all gone and I'll have to be alone and miserable once again. 

After a few minutes she stopped laughing and looked at me. Her hair was everywhere, when she layed down on the pillow her make-up smeared, but she still managed to be the only girl I see. And yes, I'm aware that we're only with two people in this room.

Her smile slowly shrinked into a smirk. She slowly stood up, wobbeling a bit at first for standing up a bit too quick, walking towards me. I took the time to watch her.

The way her hips moved, her chest showing too much cleavage too my liking and the way she licked her lips. Once she was standing in front of me her hands came in contact with my chest and I pulled her closer to me by grabbing her hips.

She first looked into my eyes, her eyes sparkeling, when she adverted to my lips. She leaned close enough for our noses to gently rub against eachother, which reminded me of all those times in bed, her breath feeling hot against my cold lips.

A shiver went down my spine when she put her hands on my neck, playing a little with the hair there, and kissed me. It was a drunk and sloppy kiss but it was perfect. I became weak in the knees and leaned against the wall otherwise I would've fallen.

She pushed me even further against the wall, grinding our crotches together. Even though I hated to admit it, I was getting a boner. And that's when it all crashed down on me.

This was the girl that I loved with all my heart. Completely wasted. I know that I hadn't seen her in a month, but this wasn't right. I gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.

She pulled away. I let out a little sigh of relief but that soon faded when her hands gripped the edges of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing the bra that I loved the most on her. I trained my eyes on her eyes, refusing to look down, I know that I'll give in a soon as I did that. 

Her eyes weren't that much better. They were those damn Y/E/C that I loved, full of lust. I was pressed against the wall, hands flat against them, my breathing faster than normally, my heart was beating rapidly, and my pants were getting tighter with each passing moment.

She moved her hands down to my jeans, slowly unbuckling my belt. I know that I should do something but I was literally frozen. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to focus on that place that hasn't been touched in a long time.

When she undid my zipper I literally jumped. ''Ok, Y/N listen up. You are way too drunk for us to do this.'' I pressed myself even harder against the wall and slowly shuffled away from her. Once I was far enough I walked away from that damn thing.