Always. It's a strong word. It can mean a lot, like how it meant to me when Niall told me he'd always love me. It can be a word that means nothing, like how it meant to Niall when he said he'd always love me. And then the next day, he left Mullingar and never came back. And I was alone. Always.


8. Peanut Butter Party

So this chapter will contain some mature content, so please be the mature readers you are.


I heard a knock on my apartment door, and a rushed over to it and opened it up. Niall was smiling at me. I jumped into his arms and he spun me around.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine to hear those three words.

"I love you too." I replied, smiling. He put me down and I led him into the small living room.

"Do you want food? I don't have a lot since I just moved here today..."

"Well, let's see what you have. Ooh, let's make peanut butter and jelly!"

"Still your favorite food, huh?" He nodded, us both remembering how we'd have peanut butter fights back home.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked me, wiggling his eyebrows. I nodded, smiling.

"PEANUT BUTTER FIGHT!" We both declared in unison. We chase eachother around with a jar of the sticky stuff each, lobbing globs of it at eachother. One landed on Niall's head, so he got back at me by chucking a blob at my stomach.

"I've been shot!" I joked, pretending to fall over. Then I leaped up and ran over to him. Before he could get away, I smeared some all over his face. He looked at me, his mouth agape. Then, he did the same to me!

I was chasing him around to get him back when I slipped on peanut butter and landed on my butt. We both start laughing even harder than we already were. He offered me his hand to pull me up. Bad idea.

I pulled Niall down with me, him landing right on top of me. Our faces were inches apart. I leaned my head up the short distance, and kissed his peanut butter-y lips. Soon we were making out, and it tasted of peanuts. I pulled on his blonde hair.

He trailed kisses down my jawline, and I let out a moan when he started kissing my neck. I shut my eyes as he continued further.

I knew where this was going, but I didn't do anything to stop it.

It would be my first, and I wanted it to be with someone I loved.

Once Niall got down to the collar of my shirt, he looked me in the eye. I nodded, so he slid my shirt over my head and I arched my back so he could unclasp my bra.

I took his shirt of for him, just as he had done for me.

He left more trails of kisses down to the top of my jeans, and then pulled them off for me, doing the same for himself. He traced the top of my panties with his tongue, making me very wet.

"Just take them off." I moaned. He chuckled and did so, taking his off too. Now, there was nothing in between us. He slid inside of me, and I moaned. I hurt. A lot.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

"You'll get used to it." He said. I winced. "Just relax." He said, so I did. The pain slowly melted away into pleasure.

"Keep.... going!" I moaned and groaned as he thrust in and out of me. "I'm- so- close." I breathed. Soon, my whole body was filled with pleasure.

Niall collapsed next to me on the floor. We were sticky and happy.

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