Nobody Compares (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Liz moves to Mullingar, Ireland after her parents' divorce. It's just her and her dad, who's constantly at work so her neighbor, Maura, decides Liz needs some looking after. Things start to feel pretty normal, just like her life back home, until Maura's son Niall comes home.


5. Sleeping?

Liz's P.O.V.


"N-Niall, what're we doing?" I asked. 

"We're sleeping." He stated with a cheeky grin, his blue eyes a bit lazy. 

"Sleeping?" I said stupidly.

"Yeah," he just replied with a small laugh. He took off his t-shirt and I couldn't help my eyes from wondering off on their own, down his body. His abs were more toned than you would expect from just looking at him. He caught me looking and blushed as he undid his belt. I couldn't control my own body, I crossed to room and hungrily kissed him on his soft lips, them trailing kisses down his face and onto his neck. I tried to pull his pants off faster, not satisfied with his speed. Strong hands gripped mine, pulling them away from his jeans.

"Woaah there," he cautioned me, laughing a bit. "You're really drunk."

The disappointment showed on my face and I couldn't help but feel hurt and rejected.

"You don't want-" I started, but I was cut off. 

"Of course I do!" he reassured me, "I really like you but I'm not going to sleep with you while you're drunk, I'm not one to take advantage." 

"I feel really stupid now," I said looking at the ground, but I was happy he stopped me. Most guys would have jumped at the chance, climbing right into bed at the first offer, but he was sweet. He grabbed my chin, pulling me up to meet his eyes.

"You're cute." he said, causing me to blush yet again. "Now come on, you can sleep in my t-shirt."

I quickly got undressed and threw on his t-shirt, making him close his eyes as I did. He was right, I was really drunk. I laid down on the double bed wearing nothing but my panties and his t-shirt, which smelled of him, he really did smell good. Niall had stripped down to his boxers and climbed under the duvet. I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me closer to his body, nuzzling my neck. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest against my back through his t-shirt, it felt right. 

"You're so beautiful, maybe someday I'll sleep with you, but I want it to be special and I want you to remember it. Completely sober." he whispered with his lips to my ear, butterflies emerging in my stomach. 

"Thank you for taking care of me tonight," I mumbled, almost incoherently. There was no telling what would've happened, what I would've regretted, without him there. I turned around in his arms and kissing him lightly on the cheek. He pulled me tighter into his chest, kissing the top of my head, and I drifted off to sleep in his arms, nuzzled in his chest. 


Niall's P.O.V. 


It took everything in me not to sleep with her right then and there, she wanted to. But she was drunk, that much I could tell. I just didn't know how drunk she was. Would she have regretted it in the morning, or not even remembered it at all? I really liked her and I wasn't about to let one drunk night screw up my chances with her.

I looked down at her as she nuzzled even farther into my chest. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, and it felt right holding her in my arms. I loved this. I loved being here with her. I pressed my lips to the top of head and pulled the duvet around us to keep her warm, and I drifted off to sleep with her in my arms. 


*I'm sorry this one's much shorter guys, and I need ya'll to keep commenting! I'd like to see what you're opinions on this are, the more comments the more updates... ;)*

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