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?


7. Dont Want To Go Too Far

We pulled up to the party and I could think was "what did I get myself into?" Trash already littered the yard and it wasn't even late yet. The music could have been heard from a mile away.

I got out of the car with Niall by my side. I could smell the alcohol from here. He took my hand and led me to the door. He opened it without knocking.

I didn't think this would be possible, but the music got louder.

"Do you want a drink?" Niall asked.

Should I? Well, I came all this way. Why not? I nodded my head. He lead me to the kitchen where we found Harry. He smirked at me and looked up and down my body slowly.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I took the beer that Niall handed to me.

Harry pulled out his phone and took a picture of me.

"Better?" I teased.

"Much," he smirked again.

I rolled my eyes and leaned on Niall's side.

"You wanna dance?" He asked.

"Sure," I took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

"Well well well. What do we have here?" I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

I turned around and saw that it was Louis. Surprise surprise. He had two girls hanging on his shoulders. Both of them were sluts, but whatever. He's a big boy.

"You have a very sexy date there, Nialler." He looked me up and down just like every guy has done tonight.

"I would love to stay and talk, but we have some dancing to do" I drug Niall the rest of the way to the dance floor.

A song that I didn't know came in, but I danced to it anyway. Well, I wouldn't call it dancing, I would call it grinding.

Niall put his hands in my hips and my back went to his front. I could get used to this.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You want another drink?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked.

"Yes, actually I am," he chuckled and nibbled my ear.

My knees went weak and I lost my balance. His arms wound tight around my waist.

"Do I make you nervous?" He whispered with a husky voice.

"Yeah," I answered.

He chuckled and pulled me to the kitchen. He poured shots for me and him, handing one to me.

I took it fast and it tasted like tequila.

"Can I have another?" I asked.

He chuckled and outed another. After taking a few more, I felt the buzz. I don't think he was that drunk yet, though.

"I'll be back, I'm going to use the bathroom," he walked away.

A few minutes later, I felt hands on my hips. I giggled. Niall loves his hands on my hips. So do I. He kissed my neck from behind and I leaned my head back on my shoulder. I moaned.

"You like that, baby?" A husky voice asked.

I was pulled away just then.

"Don't fucking touch her," Niall growled.

Holy shit. That wasn't Niall. That was Louis.

"Hey man, she seemed to like it," he put his hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, cuz I thought you were Niall," I told him.

Louis smirked.

"Come on," Niall pulled me out the door.

I guess I wasn't walking fast enough because he picked me up bridal style and put me in the car.

"Niall, I am so sorry. I didn't know it was him. I thought it was you," I cried.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay. I know it was him. It's fine," he soothed.

I sighed, "Can I stay at your house tonight?"

"Yeah, why?" He questioned.

"I didn't tell my parents that I left," I mumbled.

He chuckled.

I texted my mom and told her that I was staying at a friends house.

We pulled up at his house and got out. The lights were all off at mine and his.

"Where's your mom?" I asked.

"Out of town visiting a friend," he unlocked the front door and I walked in.

"Do you have clothes that I can change into?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, follow me," we walked up to his room.

He immediately went through his drawers and pulled out sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"These are the smallest clothes I could find," he led me to his bathroom and shut the door.

I slid out of my dress and put the sweatpants on. They didn't even fit when I pulled the strings. Looks like I'm just wearing a shirt, then. It's a good thing I had on a strapless bra or else he would be able to see the outlines of my nipples.

I walked out in jus the shirt to find him in only boxers. He has abs.

"See something you like?" He smirked.

"Mhm," I nodded.

I walked over to him.

"Why aren't you wearing any pants?" He asked.

"They didn't fit," I put my hands on his shoulders.

He leaned down and out his forehead on mine with his hands on my hips. I lifted my head up higher. He slowly moved his head down.

A few seconds later his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm at the same time. He gripped my hips tighter. My arms went around his neck. His kiss was like a drug. I couldn't get enough of it.

I pushed lips harder on his and our lips moved in sync.

He pulled away.

"Do it again," I whispered.

He crashed his lips on mine and licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I decided I would play hard to get. Not the best idea. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He walked until my back hit a wall. He squeezed my butt a little and I gasped. He put his tongue in my mouth and explored. Our tongues ended up battling against each other, him wining of course.

His hands went to my thighs and traveled up slowly. He got to my stomach and caressed it. He broke from the kiss and kissed my jawline down to my neck. Once he got to where the curve of my neck was I moaned.

"Found it," he whispered into my ear.

I grabbed his face and smashed my lips on his. He pulled my shirt over my head and kissed in between my breasts. I moaned again. He pulled me off the wall and set me on the bed. He kissed down my stomach until he got to my panty line.

"Stop," I said.

His head shot up, "What is it? What's wrong?" He questioned.

"I don't want to go too far just yet," I blushed.

"It's okay," he kissed my cheek, "Whenever you're ready, so am I."

"Thank you," I smiled.

He payed beside me and held me in his arms with my head on his chest.

"Good night," he whispered.

"Night," I yawned.


Okay, I know I said that I would make it last longer than a part of a day, but I just couldn't. It's just how I write. Sorry.

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