(Niall and Zayn)
When bestfriends Simran & Mollie meet two boys on the tube, will something more become of it? Or will heartbreak be the only thing left?


Will their past change the future? Will their future affect the present?



24. Bite, suck and lick

***Niall's POV***


Walking into my apartment, I throw my keys on the sideboard. Still holding Mollie's hand, I look at her and lead her to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I ask her to wait for me while I shower. She nods and sits on my bed, taking in my blue and white room.


I walk in my en-suite with a pair of boxers and my old Wrangler's. After I brushed my teeth, I grabbed a towel and hopped into the shower.




She's still sitting on my bed. Her shoes are be the door. She hasn't seen my yet; she's engrossed with something on her phone. “Hey baby.” I say softly, towel-drying my blonde hair. She looks up and I'm rewarded with one of her beautiful grins. She turns her phone off and slips in into her pocket. I stand there in my jeans undone, my boxer band showing. She bits her lip and flutters her lashes at me. Screw getting a t-shirt.


I walk over to the bed as she moves over to make room. She lies her head back across my bed, so her legs dangle off the end and the pillows are within reach. Her silky hair is spread over my blue duvet and she brings her hand up to her mouth to nervously chew on her nail. I don’t know why, but I find that insanely sexy. Putting one leg either side of hers, I stand over her. Leaning forward, I place my hands either side of her head. Leaning down, I go to kiss her. But I graze her cheek.


She's grabbed a pillow from next to her and put it on my hair, one head holding on to it. She rolls over me, pressing me into the mattress where she was, a pillow underneath my head and a hand either side. Her legs are either side of my hips, she's up on all fours over me. Jesus.


This is how she wants to play.


Stretching my head up, I kiss her with bruising pressure, my hands running up the sides of her legs. Reaching the hem of her shirt, I rake my nails across the sensitive skin on her hips. She mirrors me, her hands moving from either side of my head to my hair, pulling at it, causing us both to growl. Her hands move down my shoulders, my stomach so slowly, I can feel my muscles clench just at the thought. Her nails, short from guitar playing, rake up and down my stomach and my chest. I growl and moan against her mouth. Her hands continue this torture, I rip my lips from hers. Placing open mouth kisses along her face and throat, I come to the hollow where her throat meet her collar bone in a gentle curve. I bite, suck and lick down her throat until I get there. I suck that soft, hard enough to cause her to groan and dig her fingers into my skin. Her scent is surrounding me, the fruity scent of her soap mixed in with her natural musk. I love it when a girl doesn’t where perfume to mask her scent. Growling into her skin, I make another mark further along her collar bone.


“Are you two okay in there?” I hear Zayn say, “you guys have been-” I hear the door open. Mollie and I spring apart. Oh God.

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