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I'm your average girl, moody teenager, everyone knows me. Except they think I'm a murderer. It's not true, of course, but does that matter? Not to them; they hate me, but I survive. But it isn't until a certain band member- with the name of Niall James Horan- comes to town that my world really spins. What will happen to me? That's for me to know, and me to tell. See you around.

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15. Something New

He was surprised at first, I think, but it took less than a second for him to recover and kiss me back. I wrapped my hands tightly in his hair, as he put one hand behind my neck and one around my waist. He came closer and stood in between my legs as I sat on the counter, and our bodys' pressed firmly together. Our lips moved in sync, and our once passionate kiss turned in to a lust filled make out session. I opened my mouth and he took that opportunity, quickly pushing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues battled for dominance, but his won over in the end. Our hands roamed each others bodies, stopping to curl around each others hair. It felt as if fire was roaming freely in my body, starting from the places Niall and I touched. There was absolutely no more space in between us, I wanted to be as close to him as possible. Then, I felt something on my private area, and Niall gasped. He broke away and spun around, which is when I realized why he did. He had a bulge growing in his pants, and that's what I felt. I had given Niall James Horan a boner- who else could say that?

"S-sorry," He stammered, starting to walk out. Before he could, though, I lightly touched his shoulder and tugged him back to me. I pressed his back to me as I set my chin on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment, and I found it rather adorable.

"Don't apologize. That's the best compliment a girl can get." I said. His face contorted in confusion, so I continued, this time whispering in his ear. "It means you like being near me and touching me. You can't fake that." I saw a hint of a smile on his face, but the blush was still prominent.

"Alright, let's go get you some clean clothes." He chuckled, brushing off the embarrassment he once had.

"Agreed." I said. I hoped off of the counter, and took his hand. We walked back to my rustic room together, our intertwined hands swinging in between us. I bowed my head under the little blockade I call a door, and walked to the closet, separating my fingers from Nialls'. I grabbed my white, flower lace shirt, a pair of ripped jean shorts, and a jean jacket to go with it. Then, I walked to a secluded corner were I was sure he couldn't see me, and I changed into my new outfit. I walked back once I was done, and sat next to Niall on my bed, intertwining our fingers once again.

"So, if I'm not going to be back at that place with my 'family', will there be charges back against me?" I grimaced at the thought.

"Well, we have the money to stop the charges, but my mom's still trying to finish the paperwork. Since you aren't eighteen just yet, obviously you're still supposed to be with your parents, but with what's happened, that should be over looked," He explained.

"Will I be alright?" I asked, nervous no matter what he had just told me.

"You'll be just fine," He assured me, pulling me in for a hug. We stayed like that for a while, soaking in the peace. I, for one, never wanted it to end.

"Liv, I have a question for you," Niall suddenly said. I pulled away and looked into his amazingly blue eyes.

"Yeah?" He looked nervous, which made me even more confused. I sat up straight and waited for him to say what was on his mind. He took a deep breath, bit his bottom lip, and started to speak.

"Will you go out with me?" He said it rather fast, I suspect to get it out before he got too nervous. I had no clue what to do. My last boyfriend tried to kill me yesterday. How can some one get over that?

"I... I don't know. I mean, look what happened with my last boyfriend, Niall." I answered truthfully.

"I understand that, but I would never, ever do some thing that would hurt you." The look on his face is one I will never forget. I let out a sigh and truly thought through my options. I believe he would never hurt me, but I'm not good at trusting people, and that would be bad for him. I was so conflicted at this point, so I went with my heart instead of my mind.

"Yes," I smiled, and so did he. I giggled as he pulled me into him. Our next kiss was full of passion and happiness. Very cheesy, I know. It was true, though. We both smiled into it, and he pulled us down so we were lying on the bed, me on top straddling him as my hands got tangled in his messy hair.  I honestly never thought I would be this happy in this town, and this feeling was really something new.

 

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