Dirty Little Secret - A Niall Horan Story

Everybody has a dirty little secret. Want to know what mine is? My dirty little secret is that.. Well, I am someone elses dirty little secret. Niall Horan's dirty secret that is. A secret he isn't so keen on letting the whole wide world know about. But as everyone may know, is that the thing about secrets is that they often don't stay hidden for long...

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2. 'It's almost like the day we met.'

‘Well, I’ll take that as a sign of welcome.’

He chuckled and squeezed himself into the apartment. I was standing there with my mouth wide open and the door in a firm grip. He gently grabbed my hand and shut the door carefully.

‘Missed me?’

He whispered while caressing my cheek softly.

‘Nah, not at all.’

I murmured and leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

‘I’ve missed you.’

He nibbled my earlobe carefully and I let out a soft moan.

‘You are quite bold, Horan.’

I giggled and kissed his lips softly.

‘And that’s why you like me.’

I looked into his big blue eyes and couldn’t help the feeling of content. Finally he was here again, in my arms. He put a stray of hair behind my ear and I gulped and played with my hands nervously.

‘I..’

I started but I was quickly interrupted by a soft kiss. A kiss that deepened and he pressed himself closer to me, and I couldn’t help myself.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving him half naked before me. I couldn’t help but admire the view, even if I had already seen it what seemed to be a thousand times before.

‘Eager today, love?’

He whispered as my shirt also came flying off.

‘Shut up and kiss me.’

-

Awhile later I was leaning against the kitchen sink while Niall was sitting on a kitchen chair watching me.

‘You look even better than I do in that shirt.’

He gave me a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

‘Conceited much?’

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a small smile. He chuckled and shook his head and got up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

‘If I must say so, you look better without your shirt.’

I glanced down and enjoyed the sight at him only in his boxers.

‘It’s almost like the day we met.’

He mused and I let out a laugh.

‘The part where you were half naked fits right in at least.’

The day we met was in the beginning of April, a mild sunny day out on the town. I was sitting by myself reading a book by a fountain, when I heard a group of people making a lot of noise.

‘OH MY GOD IT’S NIALL’

Someone yelled and I frowned. Niall? I thought to myself, strange name. And before I could even look around for this Niall person or the loud group I get pushed into the water. I didn’t fall, I was pushed.

Drenched in the cold fountain water I desperately tried to get up and maybe even save my poor book from the true death, but it was useless. Because on top of poor little me in the fountain was a boy, as drenched as I.

‘WHERE DID HE GO?’

I heard a girl yell, and I looked over to the group that was coming closer. It was a group of teenage girl, age from 12 to 18 if I had guessed correct.

‘Sorry for this love.’

The stranger on top of me whispered and then he grabbed my face with his hands and pushed his lips onto mine. I was shocked yes, not every day a girl gets kissed by a stranger, definitely not in a fountain. But hey, he was good looking and well, he had an accent to die for. I responded the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.

‘Thinking about how we met, aye?’

He shook his head and laughed. I turned around and kissed him on the cheek.

‘I love the part when I had to explain myself to you..’

He chuckled and I nodded. His explanation to the whole ordeal was that I looked hot and needed to cool down, and then he blushed crimson and helped me up from the fountain.

He then asked me out for coffee, which I dismissed quite brutally because I’m not a coffee lover. And then he tried tea, and once again, shut downed. And soda, and water, and bubbly water and so on.

‘And then I asked you to McDonalds as a last resort.’

He interrupted.  And that was when he got the yes, McDonald’s lover as I am, I agreed.

‘Love that story.’

He mused and started kissing my neck.

‘Mhm. Especially the part when you tore your shirt off at McDonalds and we got kicked out.’

I mumbled while feeling his hot breath on my neck.

‘It’s not my fault they couldn’t handle me.’

He whispered in my ear as he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

‘Perv.’

I answered back and all I got was a smirk before he dragged me into bed.

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