Dangerously In Love

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  • Published: 14 Mar 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2014
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COMPLETED. Georgia Brink had a wild past. She lived a dangerous life. She wanted out. Moving to Bane was supposed to be a new change for her. That was until she met Niall Horan. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get into the bad crowd. She promised herself she would be the good person she used to be. Will she keep her promises? Or will she fall for the badass, Niall Horan? ((first chapter to the sequel is up))


7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7


Niall's POV


I don't know what possessed me to lean forward and close my eyes but I did. I did just that, hesitantly. My heart thumped and my stomach flipped. Her soft plump lips brushed mine and it gave me the courage to go in for more. I wanted to taste her. Her lips, her tongue, her skin. I wanted to feel her body moulded against mine. All thoughts of our gangs brushed aside. 

I pressed my lips against hers. She did the same. Then I felt hands on my chest and a soft push that took my lips off hers but not breaking any contact. We were nose to nose. Our eyes were open. Her green eyes pierced my blue ones. Her golden hair framed her delicate pale face. Her pink lips were parted. She looked beautiful at that moment. 

"Niall, we can't do this." She whispered. I went numb. 

"Okay." I whispered back. 

I stepped back and away from her. It's true. We can't do this. Soon enough she'll become the most important to me and then I'd have to kill her so I can be the leader of Death Disciples. And I don't think I have the strength to do that. She's an angel and I'm a devil and she's like sunshine and I'm like the fire and she can live the rest of her life free of the dark and I can't. She’s just saving herself.

“Look, Niall...” She started, sighing. 

“No, I know, Georgia.” I said before she could continue on.

“I really hope so.” She gave me a small smile. She reached up on her toes and kissed my cheek. I didn’t want to leave after that. I really didn’t but I knew that I had to. I turned around and  started to walk out of her house.

“Niall...” She called out again. I turned around. “I’m not doing this to save myself. I’m doing it to save you.” 

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just pursed my lips at her and stared for a few long moments before turning around and walking out for real. I didn’t exactly understand what she meant. I don’t know how not being with me will save me. I don’t know what she meant at all.


Georgia’s POV


I feel bad and terrible. I wanted to kiss him so bad. I hope he knew that I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it to him nor to myself. We can’t keep going without attachments. It wouldn’t be safe. If the gang meant a lot to him, I would be dead. I would end up the most important to him and I would end up dead.

Honestly, I don’t mind dying. I don’t care if I died. But I don’t want to hurt Niall. If he killed me because I was most important... I don’t think he’d be strong enough to survive that. As much as I want to be his, as much as I want to have meaning to him, I don’t want to hurt him in the process.

I didn’t move from my spot at all. Not until the door barged open again and Niall stormed in with a determined look. He walked straight up to me in three long strides.

“N-Niall,” I stammered. “What are you doing?”

“It’s okay to be a little selfish sometimes.” He whispered as he stroked my hair and caressed my cheek. My breathing hitched as his face came closer to mine.

“But Niall...” I protested.

I didn’t get to say anything else because his lips touched mine. I didn’t have the strength to push him off me a second time. I didn’t want to push him off me again. I wanted to keep kissing him. I wanted keep moving my lips with his. I wanted him.

We kissed for what felt like hours. Our hot breaths mingling with each others. Our lips pressed hard against each others. Our bodies molded into one. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. 

I wanted to stay like this forever. I like the feel of his body. I like the feel of the hot fire running all over my body, like hot flames running everywhere in the desert. It felt like it won’t stop. My lips burned with his flavour. My tongue fought wars with his tongue. My body felt ablaze. 

And I loved every second of it.

We both pulled away after what felt like a century. His cheeks were tinged pink and his blue eyes were smoldering with passion. He ran his hand through his lush blonde/brown hair. We didn’t move from our positions.

“That was..” I started.

“Amazing, astonishing, magnificent, magical, incredible, unbelievable.” He offered. I smiled sheepishly.

“Niall...” I started again, more solemnly, when I felt reality crashing down on me. We can’t do this.

“Don’t.” He said. “Please just live in this moment. Don’t think ahead.” He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. 

“But we have to.” I reasoned. He took a deep breath and a step back. He slowly opened his eyes.

“You’re right.” He finally said. His face was impassive, emotionless. But his eyes were hurt.

“Niall.” I tried again. I tried to think of a way to make this situation better.

“Georgia, it’s okay.” He told me, smiling a little. “We’ll be friends, we’ll be partners in a project, we won’t talk unless necessary.”

My heart broke a little.

“If that’s what makes you happy.” I mumbled a little. 

“Just one more.” He whispered as he dipped his head down. His lips met mine, igniting the burning fire all over my body once more.

“Maybe one day.” I told him after the fire died down.

“Maybe.” he whispered. He pecked my lips one last time before exiting out of my house. For real this time.

I couldn’t help but feel empty. I know I’m doing the right thing. I know I couldn’t keep Niall. But I did feel empty and I hate the feeling. I hate knowing that I most likely won’t be able to feel that fire again. Maybe I can be with him? Maybe it really is okay to be selfish sometimes. 

But then I remembered the promises I made to myself when I moved here. I promised myself to be good, to not get into the bad crowd. And now that I know Niall’s the soon-to-be leader of the Death Disciples, it should be easier to keep that promise right? Now, that I’ve kissed him, now that I’ve felt that fire... I don’t think it would.

But I have to. For him, for me.






That was so intense. Like woah.


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