Song:
Chris Young - Lonely Eyes (I LOVE this song, so I attached it with this chapter. Have a listen while reading??)
I also included a picture of both Shay and Niall (heart eyes!!!)
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I felt the soft feathery kisses being pressed against my neck, Niall's lips dragging sinfully slow across my throat. My fingers rose hesitantly into his soft hair, tangling through the long strands roughly. He nipped the skin above my collar bone and a quiet whimper escaped my lips, my eyes peeling open. I gasped as his hips pressed into my thigh, rolling slightly for friction, his hands gentle as they dragged down my sides.
"Niall." I whispered into the dark room, but he hushed me with his voice thick and sexy, his lips meeting mine as he sat up and kissed me slowly.
I had no idea what was happening. I was asleep and now I wasn't. Niall was beside me and now he was on top of me. His tongue pushed into my mouth and his hands reached up inside of my shirt. I moaned uncontrollably into his mouth as he cupped my breasts, pushing his hands into my bra and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He was the right amount of gentle but stern, soft and slow, even as he kissed me.
I hardly noticed as his hand slid down my stomach, goosebumps rising against my flesh. His fingers worked quickly to untie my sweatpants, and within seconds they were pulled down and around my knees. My underwear followed, and Niall used his own knee to push them both all the way off of me and tossed them to the floor without a care.
I let out a squeal as he pulled me up into a sitting position by my forearms, my eyes wide in shock and adrenaline. I didn't recognize the Niall staring back at me. His eyes were dark and his features hard, the undeniable look of the need he had was clear on his face and his desires soon came to light. He laid back on the bed, and almost too easily manhandled me until I was straddling his chest.
Chills rose through my skin as his cold hands traced the goosebumps on my bare thighs, and I wasn't breathing anymore, just staring down at him completely frozen.
"Sit on my face." He spoke quietly into the dark room, and I choked on a muffled gasp. Did he really just say that to me?
He took me by my hips and urged my body forward, but I froze again and battled against the power in his arms. He grunted in annoyance and fisted the t-shirt I was wearing, yanking me forward, clasping his hands behind my knees and pulling my quivering legs to rest on either side of his head.
I tried to sit up but his hold was too strong, and he pulled me down by my hips onto his awaiting mouth.
I let out an uncontrolled and unbearable shriek as his tongue suddenly lapped at me, fingers pressing harsh marks into my thighs to hold me down. My hands went to the headboard, toes curling into the blankets as his tongue rocketed inside of me. I whimpered violently, my head lulling back on my shoulders, but Niall didn't stop.
He carefully removed one of his hands from my leg, bringing it to my front. I flinched when he brought his fingers to my sex, rubbing my clit slowly. The pleasure was phenomenal and my hips rocked against his face without my consent, sending Niall into a fit of groans and forcing him to speed up the intensity of his tongue.
My fingers ached from gripping the headboard so tightly, so I opted to wind one of my hands into Niall's hair instead. He moaned loudly against me the second I pulled at the long wavy strands, so I pulled even harder, taking some frustrations out whilst Niall got off from it.
He buried his face further between my thighs, and I could hear the sound of wetness as he lapped at my middle viciously. It felt like I was in a dream, being touched again for the first time in months, feeling my stomach clench as a breathy whine scratched up my throat. Niall squeezed my legs tighter as I came with a cry of his name, rocking my hips so harshly against his face I didn't know how he could stand it.
I nearly collapsed when he finally pulled away with a gasp, catching his breath. I spared a glance downwards with hooded eyes, feeling my entire body tremble. My spine trickled with sweat and my lower body was tingling as I saw my arousal, wet on Niall's lips.
"Shit." He cursed on a shaky breath, staring at me with eyes just as wide as mine.
I scrambled off of him so quickly I could have competed in close competition with Usain Bolt, slinging my legs over the side of the bed. My breathing was heavy, so much so to the point that I heaved for deep even breaths. I pressed my hands to my face and rested my elbows on my bare knees. What is wrong with me? Why the hell would I ever do that to myself, again?
"Shay..." Niall sighed, his palm gently pressing to the back of my t-shirt. I didn't pull away. I didn't flinch. I just sat there utterly confused with my head in my hands and Niall's hand rubbing my back to calm me down. It startled me when he kissed the back of my head, his lips lingering there for a few seconds longer than what I deemed necessary.
"I'll sleep on the couch." He mumbled, and I didn't stop him as he got up and left. I just lifted my knees and pressed them to my chest, rolling myself into a ball on the bed; wondering why I do the things that I do.
My sleep was constantly disturbed throughout the night, my mind too busy processing all of my thoughts to allow me to sleep. I felt disgusting, but not because of what Niall and I did. I was disgusted with myself for still withholding the truth from Niall. I had hurt him badly enough as it was, I had crushed him by leaving and taking Rory when I had no right to. And now I was lying to him by making him believe my baby was Austen's and not his. He thought that Austen and I were a couple and it wasn't anywhere near true, even though I did care for Austen deeply. I did tell him that we were just friends, but obviously that wouldn't be too convincing when I'm pregnant.
Rolling over onto my side, I kicked the blankets off of me and picked up my sweatpants from the floor.
The apartment was pitch black and I sniffled, suddenly realizing that I was already crying.
Wiping my face as best as I could with my hands, I stood up from the bed and crossed my arms over my chest, manoeuvring my way towards the bedroom door. The floor creaked beneath my feet as I walked through the hallway, slowly passing by Rory's room, walking straight into the living room.
Niall was laying on the couch with one of his hands tangled in his hair, the other rested on his thigh. He was wearing light grey joggers and a loose black t-shirt, eyes droopy but trained on the soft fluorescent glow of the television.
I sniffled again, the tears leaking down my cheeks faster than I could blink them away. Through the blur I saw Niall glance back, making eye contact with me.
He frowned deeply and moved to a sitting position, but he didn't stay like that for long, as he got to his feet and hesitantly walked over to me.
"Shay? What's wrong?"
I burst into tears as he approached me, covering my mouth with my hands. "I'm so sorry." I mumbled, shaking my head back and fourth. Niall didn't hesitate to clasp my wrists in his hands, pulling my arms down as he brought me into his chest.
"It's okay." He hushed me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I sobbed against his neck, knowing he was only saying it's okay because he didn't know what I was talking about.
"Niall, I-I need to tell you something. Oh god, I'm sorry."
He tightened his arms around me, splaying his hands against my back. I felt his spread fingers rubbing softly, while his voice hummed to me gently.
I leaned my head back enough to meet his eyes, tilting my gaze upwards. Niall was frowning as he looked at me with his brows pulled together, but he continued to rub my back.
I blinked back another wave of tears gathering in my eyes and gulped down the lump of fear in my throat.
"It's yours." I whispered quietly, the tears escaping down my face faster than I've ever cried before. Niall's frown increased, and his lips puffed out slightly. I tightened my arms around his waist, and bit my lip hard to stop myself from letting out another gut wrenching sob again. "This baby, it's yours, Niall." I spoke gently.
He gasped quietly at the same time as his lips parted in shock, the pupils of his blue eyes widening. I squeezed my arms around him, and he did the same, but he didn't say a word and that only made me cry harder.
I pushed my face against his chest, dampening his t-shirt with my tears and running nose. Niall kept utterly silent, though it wasn't surprising that I may have put him into shock. "Please don't hate me." I begged whilst sobbing against his hard chest, squishing my face into the fabric.
"What do you mean the baby's mine? That doesn't....oh, oh my god." He breathed deeply, the realization seemingly hitting him harder than it did me when I found out the news.
"Why...why didn't you tell me Shay?" He whispered, and I flinched, though he wasn't angry or yelling at me. Yet.
"I'm sorry." I cried again, my eyes squeezing shut. I lifted one of my hands and wrapped it tightly around his t-shirt on his stomach, frantically meeting his worried eyes. I was panting for breath and my body was shaking in fear and anticipation of how he would react, eyes wider than the broken gaps in my messed up heart.
"P-please don't take my baby away from me. Please Niall."
He cringed at my words, hands lifting to rest on my shoulders. I was shaking uncontrollably, even more so as Niall's hands lifted further and cupped my tear streaked cheeks.
"I'm not going to take anyone away from you, Shay. Stop it." He mumbled.
I let him hug me again, but I was okay with it because I really didn't want to let him go. He tightened his arms around me very firmly and with purpose once again, resting his forehead on top of my head.
"I don't want you to hate me." I breathily whimpered, my head pounding and my body still shaking. Niall shook his head slowly, before he kissed my forehead with wet lips. It was then that I realized he was crying, too.
"Impossible, I love you." He sighed.
And then it was completely silent, other than the soft sounds of the both of us crying in each other's arms and the rapid thud of my frantic heartbeat.
A/N: I had intended for this to be longer but it didn't turn out to be, sorry ):
What do you guys think of Shay telling him the way she did and Niall's reaction to the news? Please let me know. Highlight parts and comment on them, it's proll my fav thing. ;)
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