We trudged into the flat. Eleanor's condition had somehow made us both feel exhausted, perhaps tired with worry. Worrying was tiring. All I felt like doing was getting into bed, even though it was only the late afternoon. We'd left Louis and Eleanor at the hospital, since he had insisted that it's make him less jittery. He needed some privacy. We understood. To get our minds off of it, we decided to eat some Nando's, like we planned on earlier. We thought the food would help us feel better. But it really didn't. Even though I didn't know Eleanor personally,or at least I didn't remember her personally, I felt responsible for her. It was strange but I felt like...I needed her to be okay. For Louis. For the boys. For me.
Niall took it upon himself to leave a message for the other boys, telling them about Eleanor. We didn't know for sure what was wrong with her, or, if something was wrong with her but it was the right thing to do.
"I'm going to go lie down," I murmured, heading to the bedroom, pulling my trousers and top off in the process. I wasn't feeling particularly warm or cold. I just felt clammy. I slipped under the covers, burying my head in my pillow which smelt of my shampoo and Niall's aftershave. It made the corners of my mouth widen and I breathed it in deeper. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and my heartbeat, hoping it'd make the anxiety go away. I felt frustrated. I didn't know why I was feeling this way.
I felt the bed shift slightly as Niall slipped under the covers beside me. As soon as he entered the room, I could smell his cologne which triggered an automatic response in me. My heart fluttered in his presence.
Yet, this didn't seem like the appropriate time to interact with Niall in the way I wanted. But it was very difficult for me to stop myself from thinking about it because of the proximity - I could feel his body warmth radiating towards me, like electricity running through my veins. My heartbeat started to quicken.
No. It would be wrong of me.
I turned on my side so that I couldn't see him. I'd seen a glimpse of him - he was shirtless. And it was challenging to resist the urge to stare. I squeezed my eyes shut, replaying Eleanor's image in my mind, hoping it'd make me feel guilty for feeling this way around Niall.
I could feel him shuffle in the sheets as he inched closer to me. I held my breath.
His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me in towards him such that our lower halves were leaning into each other. This made the temptation even harder to resist.
I timidly put my hand on top of his. He removed his hand from under mine. I swallowed,thinking that I'd done something wrong but breathed again as he placed his hand on top of mine to weave our fingers together, still holding our hands to my tummy. With his thumb, he moved it back and forth along my thumb, making the skin tingle. I sucked in a sharp breath. He had his face buried in my hair, his warm breath prickling the skin at the back of my neck. He was humming a tune, but it was hard to recognise what it was while I concentrated on controlling my hormones. It was almost unbearable.
With all the timid courage I could muster, I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in silence.
His eyes were soft, a pale glimmering blue in the dim sunlight. The curtains were drawn - it gave the room a very intimate feeling. I felt his hand move up my back,my skin burning as he trailed up to my neck. Gradually inching closer, our feet entangled. With the hand I wasn't resting my head on, I positioned it on his chest, where his heart would be, and felt his heart beat, strong and confident.
His lips parted in response, his delicious scent entering my nostrils, intoxicating my senses.
He grabbed me by my body and rolled me on top of him, holding my head in place by his firm grasp on my neck. I could feel the excitement growing in both of us. This wasn't hurried or as desperate as before. It was gentle -we were being careful.
He searched in my eyes, looking for a sign. With a subtle nod, he pulled my lips to his,my body meting into his as his arms travelled down my upper back, along my spine, to my behind,where it lingered. I didn't mind. In fact, I liked it a lot.My hands were placed behind where his shoulders met his arms, I could feel the muscles stretching as his hands roamed my body.
When we parted to breath, I used my arms to push myself up. I was sitting on top of him now, stradling him.
With a sly smile, I slid the bands of my bra down, holding them by the cups. He watched me hungrily, his hands on my thighs. His grip tightened as I slipped my arms out of the bands so I wouldn't get tangled in them when I got the bra off. Before I could remove the bra completely,however, he sat up, in an instant, our noses touching. He pressed his lips to mine, taking advantage of my surprise as he slipped his tongue in, exploring my mouth. His lips left my lips too soon, as they changed their attention on my shoulders, nibbling at them, sending tingles down my spine, a soft sigh escaping my lips. His grip on my waist tightened, a low groan escaping his lips. He reached behind me to unhook the bra while his teeth clamped down on the cloth of my bra and he spit it away hastily, admiring me before continuing.
"You're gorgeous,princess," he murmured appreciatively.
The day was well spent after that as we continued till the night, using full use of the privacy and time we had.
We both feel asleep, eventually, worry far from our minds.
The next day, we were rudely awakened by Niall's obnoxious ringing phone. Grunting, he sleepily clambered out of bed,not bothering to slip on any boxers as he bent over to pick up his phone which he'd left on the floor last night.
"Hello," he mumbled into his phone, rubbing his eyes.
"No fucking way," he breathed suddenly.
Curious, I sat up,clutching the sheets to my bare chest, not bothering to fix my hair.
He bent down to pick up his boxers,which he put on, before turning around to face me.
"What is it?"
"Eleanor's pregnant," he answered in disbelief.
"Louis' a baby daddy."
Niall snorted. "Yeah."
He plopped down beside me, a wide grin on his face.
I nestled into him, my head and chest resting on his chest, smiling. I loved listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. It was hypnotic.
"So you like babies?"
Niall looked down at me. "They're cute."
"Would you like to have a baby?"
I sat up and leaned against the headrest, still clutching the sheets to my chest. He did the same, without the sheets, of course. I averted my eyes away from his chest, and away from his eyes.
He pulled my chin back so that we were at eye level.
"Are you pregnant?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
A small smile formed on my lips as I lightly held my stomach.
"No," I answered. I heard him exhale loudly, resting his head against the wall in relief."Do you want me to be?"
He turned to face me again, studying me. He pulled my hand into his, intertwining our fingers, kissing the back of my hand.
"I just got you back. I don't want to rush into things," he said truthfully,his eyes looking at my hand as he traced the lines on my palm with his finger. "I don't want to force you into anything you don't want."
"What does that mean?"
I shrugged. "It means...I accept your answer."
"It means, I think you'd be a good father."
"Oh," he grinned. "Okay."