One Last Chance

When a 17, going on 18, girl named Hannah Curtis falls for the famous Niall Horan of One Direction, her life takes many interesting twists and emotional turns. Secrets are exchanged, as well as affairs. But when Hannah's dark past comes back to haunt her, she must tell her beloved Irish man.


4. The Morning After

*Hannah's POV* I woke up in Niall's arms. The feeling was strange. Even though we had been dating for 6 months, I had never really slept with Niall next to me. I liked it. I tried to snake my way out of his grasp but he just held on tighter. Finally, with a big shove, I pulled myself from his strong arms. With my disappearance, he searched for something else to cuddle with. He settled on the pillow I had slept on the night before. He looked so adorable in the early morning light. His lightly colored skin and his beautiful blond hair. He was so peaceful and beautiful. A cold breeze broke me from my thoughts. It was actually really cold in my room. I pulled on some sweats and went to go make some breakfast.

***Niall's POV*** I woke up with the sunlight burning my eyes. It turns out Hannah wasn't really Hannah in my arms, it was a pillow. I wondered where she had gone. I hopped out of bed to a surprising chill. "Better put some pants on", I said to myself. I pulled on my jeans from the night before and cracked open the door, afraid of another cold blast. I tip-toed out to the living room. Still no Hannah. That's when it hit me. The smell of flour and butter. It smelled so delicious I found myself floating toward the kitchen. I snuck up behind Hannah and wrapped my hands around her waist. "Good morning beautiful", I spoke in my throaty morning tone. "Morning Niall", she replied. I turned her to me to give her a morning kiss, but instead I found a flour covered girl. She looked absolutely adorable.

***Hannah's POV*** "Good morning beautiful". That morning voice always made me dizzy. I tried to play off my lust as best I could. "Morning Niall", I replied. He turned me around to give me a kiss I would think, but stopped. He just stood there, staring at me. "What?" I asked. "You have a little flour on your face". I felt my face for the powdery white substance. I took a look at my fingers and blushed. We'll this was sorta embarrassing. "Oops.." "Haha. It's okay love, let me get it". After he had finished wiping my face, he asked what we were having. "Pancakes". "Yumm", he happily responded. I put the plate of pancakes on the table. I went to go get the butter, but when I got back, there were only 2 pancakes left. "Niall!" I cried. "Sorry Hannah", he looked down, guilt washing over his face. I sighed. "It's okay, I wasn't that hungry anyway". I was actually really hungry. He looked up, still guilty-looking, but more relieved. After we cleaned up, Niall told me to get dressed.

"Why? Are we going somewhere?" "Yes. The paparazzi are gone and the boys and their girlfriends wanted to meet up at the cafe in town". "Sounds like fun!" I put on my light denim shorts and Ramones top. I decided to leave my hair down. I brushed my teeth, and put on some mascara I went to the living room. Niall was wearing his SnapBack, jeans from breakfast, and his shirt from the night prior. "Ready?" he asked eagerly. "Ready".
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