Loving you •N.H•

Cecelia Wood is a normal 17 year old. She goes to school every day and comes home. She does her homework and only gets in trouble sometimes, well, normally. What happens when she moves again like she had done her whole life? What happens when she gets involved with the four bad boys of the school?

One of those bad boys is like none other. Will she confront him or stay away like she was taught to? Will he get through to her and find the love he always wanted?


9. Last Day On Earth


She fell asleep laying on my chest. I love this. It feels so right, like nothing in the world could compare to this.

She really was beautiful, the kind of beautiful where they don't know it. She has respect for herself though, I could tell when she told me to stop.

I sighed and decided to get some sleep.


I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains. I looked down to see that she was still asleep. When she wakes up she'll have a massive hangover. She got pretty drunk last night.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

I chuckled a bit. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"My head is killing me," she moaned.

"I'll get you some medicine," I sat up and stretched my arms out.

I reached in the nightstand drawer, grabbing some pain killers. I got up carefully, making sure her head didn't slam in the pillow, and went to the bathroom to get some water.

I changed clothes while I was in there, too so she wouldn't be uncomfortable since I was only in boxers.

When I walked out of the bathroom to give her the water and medicine, I remembered she was only in her bra and panties.

I handed it to her and she sat up, giving me a good look at her chest, without meaning to. After she took the pills, she realized what she had on as well and tried to cover herself with the covers.

I looked around to find a shirt for her.

"Here," I handed her the t-shirt I threw on the floor last night.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

She slid the shirt on over her head, then got out of bed. When she stood up she went completely pale and ran to the bathroom. I ran after her to find her knelt over the toilet. I held her hair back as she threw up everything in her system.

When she was done I got a rag, running it under warm water. I wiped her face gently.

"Do you have an extra tooth brush?" She asked.

"Yeah," I dug in the bottom drawer, finding a red tooth brush.

She took it and opened it. After she had brushed her teeth I picked her up and laid her down in my bed. She was really light.

"Rest," I commanded.

"Can you lay with me?" She questioned so innocently.

Damn, she looked so sexy in my bed. I know I shouldn't be thinking it because she is sick and everything, but God damn.


He was standing over me, looking sexy as always. It makes me want to give in to him, but I have more respect for myself than that. I want to wait until I know a man loves me and I love him.

"Rest," he commanded.

"Can you lay with me?" I asked.

He crawled in the bed with me and put one arm under my head and the other draped over my waist. I snuggled into his chest.

"You wanna play a game?" He asked.

"Depends on the game," I smirked.

"I get to ask you any question I want, if you don't answer, you have to take off one article of clothing. Same rules apply to me," I noticed he put in more clothes.

"That's not fair, you put on more clothes," she complained.

"Then that means you really need to answer your questions, huh,?" He teased.

I was never one to back down from a challenge.

"Fine," I sat up with him, sitting across from each other with our knees touching and his back was up against the headboard.

"You go first since I made the rules," he offered.

"Okay, hmm... Do you have any siblings?" I questioned.

"I have one older brother, Greg," he answered, "How many boyfriends have you had?"

I counted on my fingers. There was Ryan, Daniel, Zachary, and Kyle. That's four.

"Four. Are you a virgin?" I asked.

"No," he looked down, "Are you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He smiled.

"Do you masturbate?" He asked.

My face dropped, "I'm not answering that."

"Take something off, then," he smirked.

I reached up the back of my shirt to un-clasp my bra. My hand slipped up the front of my shirt and pulled it down, then threw it on the floor.

"Have you ever been in love?" I questioned.

He took off his shirt, so I was guessing he wasn't going to answer that. When people don't answer questions, the answer is almost always yes.

"Who was your first crush?" He asked.

"A boy in my old school named Ryan Hall," I replied.

He nodded.

"Do you actually like me or do you just want me for sex?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, most girls I just want for sex. I've only felt what I'm feeling once, and I can't even remember it well. I was willing to wait for you to be ready last night, and I'm willing now. I'm pretty sure that means I actually like you," he smiled.

"That's, that's good," I couldn't help the grin that took over my face.

"And why is that, Miss Wood?" He smirked.

"Because I actually like you, too," I whispered.

I crawled up to where I was straddling his lap. He placed one hand on my right hip, the other going to the back of my neck. He pulled me to him, close enough to where I could feel his breath on my lips.

"But do you want my kiss?" He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Do you want my touch?" The hand that was on my hip lightly touched my ass.

"Yes," I whispered in his ear.

"When you're ready, you can have anything you want," he put both arms around my waist.

I let my lips hover over his for a moment, trying to get him to give in. He moved his head forward a few centimeters and brushed his lips on mine. I moaned, which caused him to moan.

I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed his face and pushed my lips on his hard. I opened my mouth on my own and his tongue found mine. His hands gripped my waist tighter. My hands traveled down to his chest, then his stomach. I could feel his abs through his shirt. Our lips kept moving in sync.

Seconds later, I ripped off his shirt, causing us to break from the kiss. Our lips found each other again, hungrily making up for the lost time. I was flipped over in one quick motion without breaking the kiss.

I now had my back on the bed with Niall on top of me. He traveled down from my mouth to my jawline, on to my neck. He found the same spot he found last night.

"Niall," I moaned.

"Yes baby?" He nibbled on my ear.

"We need to stop before we get too far," I said.

"Okay," he whispered.

"It doesn't make you mad, does it?" I looked down.

"Of course not, I love that you have respect for yourself. It's sexy," he curled a finger under my chin and made me look at him.

We just smiled at each other for a few minutes, trying to memorize each other's faces. He placed his forehead on mine.

I know how I don't want to have sex yet, but we don't have to go that far, right. I don't know, maybe it will be too much for him. I don't want to seem like a slut either, though. I mean, we've only known each other for a day.

"You don't think I'm a slut, right?" I mumbled.

"Why would you think that?" He whispered.

"Well, we've only known each other for a day and we're already this close," I told him.

"There's nothing wrong with that," he shook his head against my forehead.

"Yes, there is. Normal people don't do that. I feel like a slut," I admitted, looking down.

"Hey, look at me. You. Are. Not. A. Slut. We haven't done anything really. You're the one that stopped us, how does that make you a slut?" Niall asked.

"Because of what I'm thinking," I said.

He moved to sit up next to me with his legs crossed.

"What were you thinking?" He questioned.

"That just because I don't want to have sex yet, doesn't mean we can't do anything. We just can't take it that far," I confessed.

He smirked.

"Yeah, I know, I'm a slut," I said.

"No, you're not. You're just a curious virgin," he said.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

"It's the truth," he said.

"Okay," I ended the argument.


We had just finished watching movies and it was about 9:00.

"I need to pee," I got up, my shirt riding up, "Oops."

I pulled it down again.

After I was done I came out of the bathroom. He met me halfway to the bed.

"I've been watching you," he whispered in my ear.

I shivered and bit my lip.

"Just know that I have claimed you. You're mine and no one will ever harm you. I won't let them," he nibbled a bit on my ear.

I gasped and closed my eyes.

If this was my last day on earth I'm glad I spent it with Niall Horan.


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