FOURTEEN

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Babe.” Niall called through his apartment.

“Hmm?” I called. I was sitting at his kitchen table, playing the game Dumb Ways to Die on my phone while he was packing for a gig with the boys in California. Ed was going to be there as well so I was to stay here by myself, despite angry disagreements from both Niall and Harry.

He was standing over his wardrobe, looking through some shirts, “I can’t find my jean jacket with the leather sleeves, have you seen it?” he glanced over at me from the other room. I sighed, hopping off the table and walking over to his bedroom. I pulled open his closet and got on my tip toes, struggling to reach on the top shelf. Niall saw my struggle, lifting me up just a bit so I could pull his coat down.

“You put it up there last week so you would remember where it was when packing time came.” I laughed, “I guess your plan didn’t work, buddy.”

“You’re so smart.” Niall smiled, “What would I do without you?”

“Go cold on your million dollar stage?” I answered sassily, sitting down on his bed.

“Well I’m also having trouble finding my Ramones shirt. Think you could find it in like three seconds?”

“That’s a negative.” I sighed, “It’s at my place… I slept in it a few nights ago after… I could go get it for you now if you really need it…” I trailed off, looking up at him and shrugging my shoulders.

“No, no it is fine… I want you to stay here until I leave anyway, but after what?” Niall asked, confused. I raised an eyebrow and he finally smiled, “I think I know now.” He dropped his jacket on top of his suitcase and moved over to me, pulling my legs apart so he could stand in between them, “I think I liked that.”

“Think?” I raised my eyebrow.

“More like know.” He assured me, pushing my shoulders back against the sheets so I was lying down. Niall crawled on top of me, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Of course.” I laughed, “I’m going to miss you at night… when I’m alone.” I whispered as an afterthought. He widened his eyes and gave me smirk, reaching down and grasping the bottom of my shirt. I lifted myself up just a bit so he could pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side.

Niall then threw his shirt aside, and rolled his stomach down on top of my bare one. I squeezed my eyes shut, then his lips met mine in a harsh mash. I curled my fingers in his hair, gently tugging in his soft gold. I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled my crotch up to him, increasing friction between my thrusts, “Fuck, Gia. You’re making me so hard right now.”

A low moan left Niall’s mouth and he closed his eyes when I palmed him roughly, flipping us over. I crawled down to sit lower on his body, unbuttoning his pants. Niall winked at me, “Are we really going to do this when I have to leave in like twenty minutes for the trip?”

“Unless you last twenty minutes, then yes.” I snapped, pulling his jeans down. He kicked them off and I immediately saw his erection. Niall looked at me sheepishly but I just smiled at him, pecking him on the lips. I slowly folded back his boxers and grasped my hand around him beginning to squeeze lightly as I slid my hand up and down. Niall groaned against my lips.

“The—The tip.” He stuttered.

I nodded to him, kissing his unmoving lips. This always happens; when I’m giving Niall a hand job, he can’t ever do anything else. He completely freezes with the pleasure other than moaning. I moved my thumb to the tip of his erection and rubbed it in a small circle.

Niall groaned, his fingers grasping the sheets around us. I kissed his open mouth again and started to suck on his neck as I tried to finish him off. I moved to be on top of him, moving my other hand down to grasp his soft balls. He groaned when I massaged them gently with the palm of my hand, “Gia, fuck. Fuck.”

I could feel his erection start to throb in my hand, meaning he was about to lose it and go over the edge; cum. I smiled, bringing my hand up to lick the fingertip of my thumb. I then reached down and gave Niall a good swirl on his tip and that finished him after ten long minutes of my work.

When I got to my feet and handed Niall his clothes, I had his cum all over my stomach, staining the top of my jeans as well. I looked down at my clothes and raised an eyebrow, looking back at Niall, who just pulled on his boxers. I have him a look, “I think they are going to be here any second.”

“The door is locked, I don’t care.” He said, yanking me back down. This time, he pinned me on my back, “I need to clean you up… then…” He trailed his finger down between my breasts that were still in my bra until he reached the small line of cum that had rested on my stomach. He scooped some on his finger and brought it up to my mouth, almost forcing it past my lips.

He then licked the rest off my stomach and the top of my jeans before unbuttoning them and tugging them down my legs. He then slid up my body and pressed his down on mine in a roll. I closed my eyes for a moment, but they were opened when Niall kissed me sweetly, sliding a hand in the top of my knickers, a finger starting to swirl around my withering heat. I gasped, leaning my head off the mattress and sliding it into Niall’s neck.

My eyes rolled back when he added another finger, starting to curl them inside of me. I groaned out loud, much to my embarrassment with deep breaths of air and my toes curling themselves next to Niall’s bare legs.

“Just let go.” Niall whispered, kissing my jaw, then my neck. His words enough made me snap my head backwards, my back tilting up to meet his body. He wrapped his extra hand around my back to support me while his other was still drawing circles across my heat with his thumb.

“Shit, Niall.” I cried, gasping as I finally went into my orgasm. When I finished my profanities and moaning, my body felt exhausted like Niall’s was just moments before. I lowered my body to the mattress and closed my eyes. Moments later, there was a kiss on my lips sweetly.

“The boys are knocking on the door.” Niall whispered.

I opened my eyes, “When? Just now? I didn’t even hear them.”

“No… like three minutes ago. You didn’t hear because you were moaning my name.” Niall smirked, getting up and pulling me with him.

I tugged my jeans up my legs and have him a dirty look, “And you continued.”

“I can’t let my baby down.” Niall shrugged, kissing me again, forcing a smile to appear on my lips as I pulled on one of Niall’s sweatshirts. I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair and went to the mirror as Niall pulled a new pair of boxers on and his sweatpants.

“Can I keep this while you’re gone?” I asked, indicating the warm sweatshirt that I had put on over my bra. When he nodded I smiled, walking through the front room and calling back at him, “You better hurry your ass up and get the rest of your things packed.”

I opened the door to find the boys standing there with their bags in tow behind them, “Seriously? He’s not ready!?” Louis slumped, brushing past me and making a beeline for Niall’s room, probably to help him or yell at him… you never know with Louis.

“He’s almost ready.” I shrugged, letting them all in. I jumped up on the kitchen island like I was sitting just forty five minutes ago… before Niall and I got distracted in his bed. Speaking of that, I’m just a little sore so I couldn’t help but wince as I had jumped up.

“There’s something wrong with this picture.” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

Zayn was smirking, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking about my wince and the way I was walking moments ago. I widened my eyes as Harry walked towards me, letting his finger run over the top of my jeans… there was a spot where Niall’s cum has touched and it was now damp. Fuck, I missed it.

Liam watched nervously as Harry touched his finger over the damp spot and brought his fingertip up to his nose. Harry smiled, nodding to Zayn.

Zayn laughed, moving closer to me, “Is he good?”

“Um.” I said nervously, trying to think of what to say. If I were to say that Niall and I haven’t had sex to more than just Harry, they might make fun of him or something… but if I say that we did have sex and it was good, they are going to ask him about it.

Thank god, I didn’t have to answer, Liam stepping between them and me, his back brushing the tips of my knees as he scolded Harry and Zayn, “That’s private you gits. Don’t make her uncomfortable.”

“But we know what you did.” Zayn whistled to me, “That’s why Niall is always late, isn’t it?” He teased.

Liam moved away to find Niall and I was left to sit on the counter as Zayn and Harry both moved closer to me… I understand Harry’s interest with Niall and I but why Zayn? Zayn leaned against the counter next to me, “How often do you guys…?”

“Excuse you.” Someone snapped at the edge of the room. At first I thought that I was Liam again, but it was in fact my lovely Irish boy, hearing what they had said. He walked forward, brushing past the two boys who had stepped away from me with their hands up, “That’s none of your business.”

I jumped down from the counter when Niall put his hands on my waist, aiding me. I shifted into his chest and he wrapped an arm around me protectively. I stuck my tongue out at Zayn and Harry, “Are you just jealous that you can’t have him to yourself all the time?”

“I might be.” Zayn admitted, laughing and putting an arm around Niall’s shoulders, “Niall, don’t you still love me? Why am I not enough for you?!”

Niall laughed, “Because you always eat my food… or try too.”

“I’ll share with you, Zayn.” I said, snaking away from Niall and allowing myself to be wrapped in Zayn’s arms as he took a step towards me, “Niall, don’t be so selfish.”

“I thought you liked that I only share my food with you?” Niall laughed again, leaning his elbows on the counter, watching Zayn’s arms sway me as I stuck my tongue out at him.

Zayn fitted his head on my shoulder and he breathed neck. I couldn’t ignore that I was currently in Zayn Malik’s arms. That’s like the most wanted spot in the world, other than Harry’s. He smelled heavily of his cologne, but it was a good fragrance. I smiled when I felt his chest warm my back. I shrugged to Niall, but he got up, his hands grasping around Zayn’s wrists and slowly tugged them apart, making Zayn smirk, pulling his warmth from my back.

Niall then leaned his hips forward as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me harshly towards him… I couldn’t help but get a little turned on by his aggressive advancements. My hips pushed against his as he drew me in closer, kissing me tenderly, “We have to leave soon.” He whispered. My chest immediately started to ache and Niall noticed, lifting his head and looking at the boys behind me.

They all seemed to get the hint, rolling their bags out of the room. There was a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Harry standing there. Of course he wouldn’t leave without a proper hug, even if I was trying to have a moment with Niall.

A small smile of mine was transferred to Harry as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, snaking down to my upper back. I let my arms slip around his torso, my face flattened on the side on his soft and warm chest, “I’ll miss you.” He smiled.

“Miss you too. Call me sometime.” I offered when he kissed the top of my head. He then nodded sweetly before gripping his suit case and rolling it out the room.

“We really have to leave within five minutes, mate.” Harry added, leaving the room, the door opened still as I started to hear his suitcase roll loudly down the stairs.

I turned back to Niall and he slipped his arm around my waist again, pulling my front to his. I rested my head on his, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I still would rather you come with all of us.” Niall added, “Is it still too late for another begging period?”

I gave him a small smile, “Yes. You have to leave soon. There’s no way between work I could take off two weeks to go to California with you. I wish I had tried harder, though.”

“Well you can just quit your job… I mean, it’s not like I don’t have money to pay for stuff for you.” He offered after a few moments of silence.

“Niall.” I insisted, fisting his shirt and letting my other hand spread over his toned stomach, “You know you can’t do that.” I let a light air leave my mouth and Niall smiled.

“Just don’t get into trouble or something…” He sighed, “And if you go out drinking or something, make sure you have at least two friends with you.”

I giggled this time, “No boys?”

“No boys.” He winked, pressing a kiss to my cheek. He then let out a shaky breath, “I’m going to miss you, babe.” He pressed another kiss to my forehead, “I’ll call you every second that I’m not working.”

“Meet a few celebrities for me, yeah?” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

“I will get you their autographs as well.” Niall promised. Then he shook his head, dropping it, “I just wish that we didn’t have to be apart for two weeks when you don’t have anyone here in London for you… Ed is in America, Wendy and Casey are still on that mission trip in Ecuador…”

“Casey and Wend will be back in just a few days.” I smiled, “And my parents are just forty minutes away, don’t worry about it, Niall. I’ve been alone before.”

“That doesn’t make me feel that much better.” He frowned.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” I asked, pressing a sweet kiss to his frowning lips. He nodded into me, kissing me back maybe a little harshly, and hungry for my lips.

I pulled back, resting my forehead on his for just another moment, “You’re going to have an amazing time. It’s not like we won’t talk. Just call me when you’re not busy, alright?” He gave me a silent promise by intertwining our fingers. My other hand played with the bracelet that he bought me as a Christmas present, pulling it down my wrist and toying with it between my fingertips.

He gave me one last lingering kiss that sizzled on my lips when I closed my eyes, holding back a sigh. Then he reached behind me, grabbing onto his suitcase and rolling out of the room. Then he was gone, leaving me standing in his apartment with my eyes squeezed shut.

After what seemed like forever, I opened my eyes, a tear rolling down my cheek. I’m ok though, two weeks isn’t that long… Niall just makes it seem like such a big deal to me. I sighed, my fingers feeling around the pendant of my bracelet; it was a small leaf that make me feel like my favorite season; fall.

Then I sighed again, grabbing my phone and keys, pulling on my boots. There’s no reason to stay here I guess. I locked his door when I exited and started down the stairs. When I got outside and saw all the boys still loading their suitcases in their large van, I realized that I had only stayed in Niall’s apartment for just a few moments, suck in my own head.

I thought about slipping away without them noticing, but Niall, turned seeing me standing there. I rushed over to him, jumping up and wrapping my arms around his neck. I then slipped from him, and said goodbye to the other boys, Harry holding onto my hand for a lingering moment as he slipped into the car.

Niall was the last to go, giving me a quick kiss before shutting the door after them. I didn’t linger around, starting off towards my car, giving them one last wave before getting in and shutting the door. Now here’s to starting two weeks without the boys that seem to fill every second of my life.

A FEW DAYS LATER

After lying in bed for an hour, I decided it best that I finally get up and do something with the nice day. I pulled on some jeans and a jacket seeing as the weather was getting at least a little bit warmer. I smiled when I realized I was having a good hair day.

My boots were on and gloves as I left my apartment with my purse in tow and my car keys in my hand. The mall was just a few minutes away so I found myself fumbling in the largest bookstore around, my fingers flipping pages of random books.

I’m a book fanatic; I just never have much time to sit down and actually read one. The last book I read was about a secret society in New York that requested the demand of gangs and mythical creatures… I didn’t like it much; it felt so… childish.

But, however, I was in the mood for a fiction book so here I was, quietly flipping through the crisp pages of the fiction section, selecting random books at random points on the shelves. By the time, I was at the book store for a good forty minutes, there were piles of books at my feet that I had pulled off the shelf and debated about buying.

“That’s not really the way to shop for books.” Someone chuckled in a low, soft tone at the edge of the aisle. I turned to see a rather skinny boy with glasses standing there, “Usually you just pick one or two.”

“Well I thought they were all interesting.” I shrugged, leaning against the bookshelf with my back while I opened yet another book. This one was misplaced, it’s actually a romance novel, but was stacked with books in the fiction section.

“That’s great, but you do know that someone has to clean it all up?” He smiled, “And that person would usually be me… I work hard to keep this place in order.”

“Do you?” I whispered in a smile, glancing to the side, plucking the romance novel off the shelf and holding out to him. He had already started to put a few of the books I had picked out back; probably knowing that most of them I don’t want.

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Sometimes mistakes happen.” Then he shrugged, “So which one these many books do you actually want to buy?”

“Mistakes are quite common with me.” I smiled, shrugging down at the huge pile of books, “Sorry.” I had one book clamped down in my hand and I wiggled it, “This is embarrassing, but I didn’t even come with money… I just wanted to browse. I’ll help you put the rest away.” I bent down after he nodded and started inserting the books onto the empty spaces of the shelves.

“I’m Sam by the way. I’ve seen you come in here before… you enjoy reading?”

“I love it… it’s just a bummer because I can’t find the time to just sit down and read sometimes.” I shrugged, “I really like non-fiction books as well, but I figured why not go for fiction this time around.”

He gave me a small, quite laugh, “I think a healthy balance is good. What’s your name?”

I shook my head, “Sorry, can’t believe I didn’t tell you. I’m Gia… I believe you have rung me up before at the cash register.” I was about to ask him something when my phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw that it was Niall calling. I sighed, “Sorry, I really have to take this.”

He nodded, “I understand. Why don’t you meet me up by the register after you’re finished?” He offered.

Notes

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