So, hi again!
Another update, are you guys ready?
I’m actually really excited for this book, and I have quite a few of ideas for events to happen, but I just haven’t had the time. So thank you for sticking by me and this story.
I’ve changed my username to FireproofNarry, so if you didn’t recognize the name… it’s me!!!!! Yay!
So, if anyone wants to make me a new cover with my new username on it, I would appreciate it a lot…. Who knows you might even get a dedication…..
Anywhoran, Dedication to: @SmillingNiallxxx (close enough), @NataliaNJH, @KingCommenter, @Narryisotpforlife, & @TooShortToWait (bc close enough!)
Pages: 6
Word count: 1,514 <<< I’m sorry it’s so short.
I know that updates for this story are sporadic, but I really appreciate the people sticking by this story. You all are the best.
Answer: tea!!!! Om nom nom…..
Enjoy lovelies!
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~Niall~
I wanted to ask much more, prompt him as to what he was protecting me from. His lips still ghosted over my neck, my muscles taunt and tense, unsure of where this was going.
He chuckled heartily, warm breath smacking my cool skin as it rolled from his mouth in beautiful sounding waves.
“Why would I need protection from you, Niall Horan. You don’t seem terrifying at all, almost like a baby penguin if I’m being honest.”
“Baby penguins can be vicious. They have this cute little exterior, but when your back is turned then bam! It attacks you and bites you in the ass.” I muttered.
“You didn’t answer my question, and I don’t particularly like such a beautiful face uttering such nasty words Niall Horan, take that as a warning.” He murmured darkly into my ear and I nodded.
“I could be anyone, I could be as innocent as you think, or I could be a murderer. Hell, I could be the Hunter for all you know. I could just break you in the best way possible without even touching you. You don’t know what I’m capable of; it could be you that needs protecting. So yes, I could be a baby penguin, but I could also be the polar bear.” I explained, voice low, afraid that he wouldn’t like the answer I had given him.
He had no reaction – which I could see at the moment- his warm breath fanning over my neck, arms wrapped tightly around my naked waist as he seemed to be mulling my answer over. And then he giggled- fucking giggled- like what the fuck man? It was adorable, like a baby sneezing or a puppy giving you a kiss; and I had to admit that it was up there on the list of my favorite things next to his laugh and his smile- not that those were on that list…. Cough.
“You don’t scare me Niall Horan, and I’m willing to risk it.” He muttered, the small smile still gracing his features pressed lightly into the cool skin of my shoulder.
“Than what does?” I muttered under my breath, but I could tell he heard me by the smirk pressing against my skin.
“That’s your question then?” he asked, and I hesitantly nodded, although I had much better questions I wanted to ask him. “Is there a reason for your curiosity?”
“It’s not your turn; you have to answer before you can ask again.” I muttered, his grip tightened slightly, but he nodded nonetheless.
“Being alone.” He muttered the sadness washing over both of us from the waves he was emitting. But then he cleared his throat, and the smirk was planted firmly on his face once again. I sighed, realizing that at that moment I felt sorry for him knowing exactly what it’s like to be alone. I felt a connection, and I realized he was a person and not just some weirdo that picks people up off the street in the middle of the night to ‘protect’ them. But then the smirk had to come back, and I felt a bit of sadness knowing he just closed himself off- protected himself as to not look weak. But the damage had been done, and no matter how hard he tried to look strong, and scary I would remember this moment.
Yes he was strong, just not in the way he tried to portray himself as, and that could be both a good and a bad thing.
“Now, was there a reason you wanted to know what I was scared of?” I shook my head, it was all just curiosity, it wasn’t like it was on my list of things to ask him.
“Just curious. You said I wasn’t like the others, what others? What does that even mean?”
“That was two questions dear; you’re only permitted one at a time. So, I’ll answer the first one. The others I’ve tried to protect, they didn’t really behave so I had to let them go, save them from themselves and from the world.” He emphasized let them go, drawling out the whole explanation as he walked circles around my swaying body.
I swallowed harshly; glad that somehow I had kept myself alive without realizing it. My eyes unintentionally widened, fear coursing through my veins.
He chuckled lightly, standing directly in front of me. His hand came up to caress my cheek.
“You’re so cute.” He muttered, warm fingers still lightly dancing over the flushed skin of my cheeks. “The things I would do to you…” he mumbled quieter, trailing off at the end while his hand began to trail downwards. I shivered at the thought, not sure if it was a shiver of fear or pleasure. I chose not to delve into it though, trying to keep my body from reacting to his touch.
He was hot, beautiful even and had we met in different circumstances well…. He wasn’t an eye sore so really it was quite unfair of him to do this. I was naked, how the hell would I hide anything, but then again maybe that was what he wanted.
“I can tell you’re holding back, don’t do that. I’ll take care of you…” He whispered again, his hot breath fanning over the top of my neck and my ear as he seductively spoke to me. I shivered again, this time blaming it on the freezing temperature of the room. His warm hands were resting on my stomach, staying frozen as his dark hazelnut eyes watched my every move. Watched as my eyes widened, my breathing picked up, my heart pound out of my chest, and a dark pink flush made its way from my chest to the top of my ears.
I was shivering and sweating all at once, and he hadn’t even really properly touched me in anyway. I was close to begging. For what? I didn’t know, whether it was to touch me make me feel excited and wanted, or to not touch me, mot make me embarrassed and flustered.
I wasn’t hard, thank god, but I could feel the excitement rush through my veins, begging me to get hard.
And his eyes begged as well, begged me to react to his touch, begged me to beg for him.
I wasn’t weak, and I wouldn’t fall to him… not with everything I had gotten through. I didn’t want to lose whatever power and control I had left, but that was seemingly impossible considering I had none.
My whole body was shaking, with want- the want for freedom, or pleasure I still didn’t know- but it was shaking. I wanted to let go, to stop thinking everything over. Hey, he could kill me- do the world a favor- at any moment, or he could keep me here forever, or he could let me go- not that that was likely but hey. I could always be saved, but I could always be taking my last breath.
Fuck it. I relaxed, no longer fighting with myself or him.
His touch was warm, his smirk prominent when he saw me give up, and his hands begun slowly trialing downwards again. He inched his way, and soon he was soo close to touching me. I could feel my excitement, as I begun to get hard. His warm hand hovered over it, the heat radiating off of his skin and onto mine. He licked his lips, eyes dark.
And then the doorbell rang, echoing off the walls.
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I’m getting a slight case of writers block for this story, so sorry that updates are sporadic and short!
Any one want to make me a new cover with my new name or a trailer? It would be much appreciated!
Dedication to: the commenter that can guess whats going to happen in the next chapter!
It’s short but I feel like a lot of things happened in this chapter.
What is going on with Niall?
Is Zayn just going to have his way and dump him?
Is there a blossoming relationship coming or no?
What is going to happen next?
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Xx Val