Summer Love *Complete*

It was the summer of 2011 and the warm sunlight was streaming through the car window. I groggily opened my eyes to see the family car pulling into our summer house in Australia.

"Arabella, we're here." my mother whispered, turning around in her seat.

"Start grabbing your bags out of the back." my father told my sister Jillian and I.

We were spending the season in our summer house this year. Our home was actually in Mullingar, West Meath Ireland. I didn't really want to come down here. I don't like the beach; mainly because I don't like to tan and I'm insecure about wearing my bathing suit around.

"Perk up, clover. Good luck is coming your way this year." My mother constantly tried to convince me that this year's summer would be better than all the rest, but I obviously didn't believe her. Just because we were some where else, doesn't mean that anything will be different.


9. What? You're Joking!

It was the strangest thing. Thought it was  a dreamless sleep, it was though I could still hear his voice echoing through my thoughts. He? Who was he? How did I know who "he" was? His's sitting on my lips. What was it again? We had so much together, so many promises. Niall! That's it! Niall, the boy who's sacrificed so much for me. Where was he at? Wait, where am I? If I'm asleep, why do I feel so awake? I opened my eyes heavily. They didn't want to, and opening them felt like a task. My vision cleared as my eyes fluttered. I was in a hospital room. I had been carried here when I passed out earlier. Then, I saw him. Niall, sitting next to my bed. He looked almost gaunt, leaning over my bed with his face in his hands. I tried to say something, but it came out in a raspy exhale. This unfazed him, so I assume I'd done that while asleep. 

"N--Niall." I tried again. He looked at me almost immediately, his eyes red and rimmed with tears. His face softened and he hugged me gently. 

"Thank god you're awake! Thank you, thank you, thank you." he cried into my shoulder. 

"I...I don't understand..." 

"Haven't you heard anything? The doctor said that you were most likely able to hear things that were going on." he asked. 

"I did in my sleep." 

He paused, which scared me. 

"You think you've been sleeping." he stated. "How long did you think you were sleeping?" 

"I dunno. A few days." I replied. 

"Arabella," he took my hand,"you've been in a coma for an entire month."

"No, you're joking!" 

"I'm not." he said seriously. "I've sat by you everyday, waiting for you to open your beautiful brown eyes. The doctor said you had severe brain hemorrhaging, and that it would be best to pull the plug." he hesitated. "But I didn't want to let you slip away so easily, without you trying to put up a fight. I wouldn't let anyone sign for you no matter what." 

"Niall, you're a lover not a fighter." I told him. 

"But I'll fight for what I love." he rubbed his hand along my cheek. I held his hand in mine, feeling his warm touch against my face. I took in his appearance. He had lost some weight, and his face was tired. 

"Have you been eating or sleeping?" 

"I had my mum bring me food. Knowing you were under, I couldn't get much sleep." he frowned. Just then, the doctor walked in the door, a clipboard in hand. 

"I'm telling you son, she doesn't have much time left before it's mandatory that we--" he stopped at the sight of Niall and I talking. He pulled off his glasses and looked at me amazed. 

"You...You're awake?" he asked astounded. "What with all the brain damage, all the doctors assumed you'd never wake up." 

His words stung. Had he not wanted me to wake up? 

"Well she is awake and that's all that's important." Niall smiled at me. "Now what do we do?" 

The doctor looked through his papers. "Since she has awakened, she'll still have to wait a week before we have any control over releasing her."

"Just one more week." he said to me. I smiled weakly at him. 

"If she happens to nod off, wake her up about every ten to twenty minutes. Just to ensure that she doesn't go under again." the doctor replied. 

"I think I've had enough sleep for awhile." 


An excruciating week slowly passed by. On the last night, (Friday, I was told) I was wheeled out into the hospital lobby, Maura and Niall waiting on me. Niall took me from the nurse as Maura discussed procedures to ensure my safety. Niall gently set me in the back of the car, and took his seat next to me. All the way back to his house, I sat in his lap, bundled in a blanket. He carried me up the steps of the porch, up the steps in his house, and into his room. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I'm not letting you stay alone. Plus, I have to wake you up every hour on the hour for the next few days." he replied. But I had a feeling he'd stay with me even after I was healthy. 

"Niall, I'm sorry for putting you through all of this. If there's anything I could do to repay you..."

"Are you teasing me?" he smirked.

The colored flushed from my face. "No! I mean, I didn't mean it like that! But I mean...I, well if--" I choked on words.

"Babe, I was joking." he kissed my nose. I blushed deeply. He often made me do that on many occasions. "But if I wasn't, what were you going on about?"

"What are you talking about?" I tried to play it off.

"Don't play games with me," he smiled, sitting next to me,"I know you. And I know were fumbling with words."

He knew me more than I knew myself. 

"Now, I'm not saying that I've been dwelling on it, but I might have been thinking every now and then about, well--"

"Having sex?" he laughed.

My cheeks were on fire. I blinked incessantly and began to chew on my thumb nail. I felt really awkward not being able to say such a simple word such as "sex," but the fact the he'd said it so casually made me feel like a child.

"Don't tell me that a gorgeous girl such as yourself is still a virgin." he feigned surprise. Then, his face softened. "I'm sure you're saving yourself for some one special." he smiled at his hands. I took in a sharp breath and he looked up at me.

"I'm not special." he stated.

I lay my head on his shoulder and look into his eyes. I ruffled his hair and tickled his chin. He smiled at me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're special to me."

He kissed me softly and held my chin as he did so. Suddenly, a ringing broke the silence. Niall pulled out his phone and checked the Caller ID.

"Can I take this?" he asked.

"Don't ask me for permission." I joked.

He smiled at me before answering.

"Hey mate," he spoke into the phone. It was obviously one of his friends.

"Good...Yeah...She's awake." I looked up to see him smiling at me. I gave him a puzzled look and he gave me the "hold on" finger. "You're right," he said again,"I am a lucky one...mmk, bye." He hung up.

"Just one of my mates, sorry." he apologized.

"How do they know about me?"

"You honestly think that I'm not going to tell everyone about my amazing girlfriend?" he said sarcastically.

"Who's everyone?"


----------- Author's Note

Just so you're aware, things beyond this point begin to take on more of a mature nature. If you feel

uncomfortable, please skip ahead onto the next chapter. Special Thanks to all who've read this far!




"Just several of my friends. I'm not doing the whole 'fan-base exposure' thing. They'll just go crazy and try attacking you and your family." he sighed.

"Speaking of which, when do I get to see my family again?" I asked.

"Your mom? Not for awhile. Everyone else? Whenever you want, I guess." he sounded sad. I crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled him over to me. He sat on the bed and I sat in his lap, wrapping my legs around him.

"I'm not leaving you." I lay my forehead against his. He laughed and put his hands on the small of my back. He pulled up my shirt slightly as to put his hands against my skin.

"Now where have I seen this before?" he laughed.

"You haven't. My hair is down and my intentions are different." I looked into his eyes.

"What were they before?" he asked.

"Sex with some one I like." I replied.

"What are they now?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"Sex with some one I love." I whispered.

He smirked before he kissed me softly. He lay down gently so that I lay on top of him. Smiling up at me, he moved his hand up my back.

"No bra." he stated.

"Letting you in on a little secret," I lowered my voice,"I'm not wearing panties either."

"Feisty." he kissed me again. He licked my bottom lip and I let him in. Our kisses got deeper and our movements got heated. He kissed down my neck and on my shoulder, leading down to my collar bone. He took off my shirt, kissed my breasts, and continued down my stomach. Getting up, he pulled off his shirt and lay on top of me. The feeling of his warm body pressed against mine sent shivers down my spine.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me as he lightly gripped the waist band of my shorts.

"More than anything." I pecked him lightly.

I felt his cold hands slip off my bottoms. I felt a little uncomfortable being nude in front of him, but it was too late for that now. He removed the rest of his clothes and leaned over me.

"Should I be..."

"Just do it."

"Are you--"

"Niall, I want you inside me." The words came out of my mouth without a second thought, and I meant them.

He put one hand on the inside of my thigh, giving me goosebumps. Even his slightest touch was joy. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear as he pushed into me. I winced in pain as he kept going, starting to keep a pace. Eventually, the pain turned into pleasure...such sweet pleasure. I moaned and arched my back as waves of pleasure pulsed throughout my body.

"Niall, this...I--" I tried to speak through a veil of ecstasy.

"Shhh..." he was over me, close enough to touch noses. "Take in the silence, and let's enjoy each other."

He gently kissed me once more, before pulling out slowly. It hurt, but I ignored it. He lay next to me, both of us buried in sheets. He took my hand and I rolled to my side. He turned to look at me, a sincere smile on his face. His blonde hair was shifted and looked adorably cute.

"Well?" he looked at me.

"I'm speechless." I admitted.

"Perfect." he leaned over and kissed me again. I giggled as he pulled me into him, my curves fitting into him with ease.

"Now sleep," his breath tickled the back of my neck,"I'll wake you up in an hour."



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