Where We Are *A Niall Horan Love Story*(sequel to Riding A Rollercoaster)

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  • Published: 29 Mar 2014
  • Updated: 7 Feb 2015
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They promised to love each other, no matter what came their way. Their love was like riding a rollercoaster, there were ups and downs. So much has happened and they can't help wonder 'Where We Are'. Will Niall and Jamie ever be together again? Will the band stay together? Or will Niall have to sacrifice one for the other?

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27. Irresistible

*Jamie's P.O.V*

I woke up the next morning and rolled around in bed, under the warm white sheets, snuggled comfortably under the duvet. I lightly touched my cheek which was still slightly sore and ran my tongue along my bottom lip, the stinging pain replaced by a dull throb. An unmistakable smile formed on my lips. Every inch of my body tingled with delight, awakened by his touch.

 I ran to the toilet to brush my teeth quickly - I didn't like how they felt when they weren't clean. And I really didn't like morning breath. Especially when Niall was near. I stared at myself in the mirror and sighed, tying my messy bed slash sex hair into a loose ponytail.I'd deal with all the girly things later. I ran back into bed. Today felt like a stay-in-bed kind of day.

I could hear Niall approaching, a spoon clattering against the rim of a bowl, probably containing cereal. He munched loudly and I peeked my eyes open. He was only in his boxers. I suppressed a smile. He jumped on top of the covers, making the bed wobble. He placed his hands behind his head as he laid down with his feet crossed, his eyes closed.

I shifted to lie on my left side in a fetus-like position, my eyes fixated on him, studying the angle of his jaw, the tip of his nose, his lips...

"You're staring," he stated, looking at me from his peripheral vision.

"I'm admiring," I euphemised, quite wittingly may I add.

"It's creepy."

"It's sweet," I sighed.

A semblance of a smile formed on his lips. He took the pillow that he'd been resting his head on and covered his face up.

"Niall!" I whined, trying to push the pillow away. He looped his arm under mine and pulled me on top as he threw the pillow away and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips lingered for a second longer. "You know, I heard morning sex boosts health, looks and relationships."

He chuckled, scooting out of bed. "The invitation is almost irresistible."

I groaned. That meant a 'no'. 

"I love you and it'd be fantastic to spend the whole day in bed with you but some of us have to be grown ups and go to work."

"Being an adult is no fun," I lamented. I stood up, waiting for him to turn around.

And the look on his face when he did was priceless. He eyed me hungrily. "Put on some clothes," he suggested hoarsely, forcing himself to turn around. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on. 

And suddenly, I found myself on the floor, with a massive headache. 

Niall was by my side in an instant, holding me by my shoulders. "What's wrong?"

There were bright flashes clouding my eyes. It felt like my brain was about to explode. 

"Myra," I managed. 

"What?" 

"My cat." I winced in pain.

He was stunned, his eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed. "How?"

And then the pain stopped and I could finally breathe.

"Niall. I remember. I remember everything."

 

 

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