I stood on the kitchen, pulling on my cut out Ramones shirt so that I was comfortable again. The bacon sizzled and my mouth watered from the scent wafting to my nose. Hmm. I could just picture how much he would love me after this. I tapped my bare foot on the tiles of the kitchen, humming along to the loud radio as it played one of my favorite songs from The Doors.

Then I heard the door of the bedroom opening and I grinned widely, biting my lip as I imagined Niall walking towards the kitchen, as usual—and knowing that he was groaning from the volume of the music, as usual. The sliding wooden door opened and I moved my head to watch from the corner of my eye how my boyfriend lazily smiled and walked over to me, his nude torso flushing against my back when he wrapped his muscled arms around my middle.

“Hmm…” he buried his nose into the back of my hair, the tip of it gracing my ear. “You just know how to make my mornings, love.”

“Who said the bacon was for you?” I teased, turning to see his lips smirking at me.

“I say so,” he growled, brushing his lips against mine with an open mouth.

I caught his lower lip between my teeth and he chuckled, pulling me to him so that he could kiss me properly. I sighed, the sound getting lost inside his throat as I circled his neck by locking my wrists with each other. I stood on my tiptoes, loving how he immediately grabbed my waist and pulled me up to the counter, too close to the bacon for my liking, but I was too preoccupied scraping Niall’s abs with my nails to bother with it.

Then there was a spark from the pan and we both jumped, laughing into each other’s lips as it scared us both. I pushed him slightly so that I could walk over and pull the bacon from the pan, his hands never leaving my waist even thought it made me struggle around the kitchen. Finally, when I was about to sit down so we could eat, Niall gripped my waist again and pushed me into his lap, maneuvering to reach his bacon while still stroking my skin.

“You know, I want to eat too,” I crossed my arms, twisting my neck to watch him munch on a strip.

“Yeah, but,” he placed his fist in front of his mouth because he knew just how much I hated when he talked with his mouth full. “You know I like to have the things I like the most at the same time.”

“You can’t have both,” I scoffed.

“And why’s that?” he scoffed back with a little smile that resembled more of a smirk.

“Because one of those things just happen to be a living thing, mister,” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “And I thought you were the one supposed to treat your girl like a princess…”

“I do treat you like a princess, love,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Just remember last night.”

“You are cocky today, Mr. Horan!” I laughed, his arm moving to slid around his neck as my fingers toyed with the hair on the back of it. “Does it have to do with the new album coming up?”

“Maybe,” he smiled mysteriously, finishing off his orange juice.

“Have you gotten better solo’s?” I asked, hopeful.

“Lots more,” he sighed contently, his full attention now on me. His blue eyes met mine and I felt love bubbling from my stomach. A soft smile edged on my lips and I kissed his sweetly, trying to let him know just how much I missed him.

“I missed you so much, Niall,” I sighed, his forehead against mine.

“I missed you too, Lindsay,” he licked his lips.

His hand traveled to my jaw and he pulled me in for another sweet kiss. It wasn’t a very deep one, seeing as last night we had gotten everything out of our systems, but there was still that craving I had for him. I hadn’t seen him in four months and now he was all mine. Mine.

I myself deepened the kiss, moving my leg to that I was straddling him, the inside of my elbows gracing his warm neck. It was something that drove me crazy; Niall’s neck. I groaned as his hands gripped me tighter and I trailed my lips to the skin below his jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses there. When I began to suck and trace my nails into the roots of his hair, Niall stood and bounced me on his hips, capturing my lips into a passionate kiss.

He pushed me into the wall and I locked my ankles with each other, tightening my grip around him. My hands wanted to roam all of him, but they settled on his sides for greater support and for mere like. My body temperature was always cold, and this was the reason why I loved to touch his skin. It was always unbelievably hot. I began to feel the tingle between my legs as his hands slid higher from my thighs.

I groaned loudly and broke the kiss as an all too familiar song came after The Doors. Summer Paradise was just really getting on my nerves. They played it all the time and it wasn’t even summer anymore.

“What’s wrong?” Niall frowned.

“You’d think people would’ve had enough of silly love songs,” I sighed, hitting the back of my head against the wall. “But no, they just had to put this song again, and again, and again, and again…”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Niall started kissing my neck.

“It’s such a turnoff,” I mumbled.

“Want me to stop?” he lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck and I gasped, closing my eyes.

“No,” I breathed out.

“Alright,” he shrugged, his hand squeezing my bottom when the rap began. I forgot entirely about the song when his fingers teased pull down my underwear, my mind turning into mush as Niall expertly touched me. I buried my fingers into his hair and bucked my hips to his, wanting more than just a tease. “Bedroom?”

“Yes, please,” I whispered out with whatever air was left on my lungs.

The smell of the house drove me absolutely insane. His apartment was my favorite out of all of the boys', and it wasn’t because he was my boyfriend but because it was the cozier and the sexiest. He had instruments—mostly guitars—everywhere, and the view to London was amazing. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the view, though, because I was now only left in my underwear and he was pushing me down the mattress.

He didn’t have time to take off his pants because I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bed, rolling us so that I could straddle him. He raised his torso an met my lips hungrily in a sloppy kiss, working to get the clasp of my bra while I untied the strings of his sweatpants. I could feel his erection against me and I moaned in need.

“I missed you so much,” each syllable was said in between kisses on my collarbone, his tongue rolling around my skin. I was finally able to undo the knot and harshly took his pants off, sighing in relief when I threw them away.

We rolled on the bed again and I accidentally hit something on the nightstand, sending rose petals flying above us. I parted from him and looked up with a frown, my mouth slightly open. I looked back at Niall and he shrugged sheepishly, his hands to both my sides.

“Rose petals?” I questioned. “Really?”

“I was thinking of putting it before, but I forgot about them when I smelled bacon.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?” I giggled, shaking my head with a beam.

“And you love me,” he concluded.

I let him do the rest, knowing that he loved to be the dominant one in the mornings. His breath hit the valley of my breasts and I let my head rest on the pillow, his nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth trailed lower. I felt his nose touching my side while his arms surrounded my waist, pulling it up so my back was arching. I moaned when he sucked on the skin just below my belly button and his chuckle made my insides explode.

He quickly unclasped my bra and threw it away somewhere, his next target my knickers. He peeled them off slowly and I sighed in pleasure as he pulled himself on top of me, the contact of bare skin driving me absolutely crazy. He knew how much I loved it. The bastard.

My nails dug into the band of his boxers, dragging them through his toned legs. He kicked them off and reached for the nightstand’s drawer. As he pulled out a condom I thought about how lucky I was of having him. He was the best thing that had ever happened in my life. He was everything to me now and I couldn’t imagine life without him.

Niall placed a chaste kiss against my lips and I opened my eyes, my hands reaching for his face. Blue eyes were twinkling with joy, gazing into my hazel ones. His thumb brushed my lip and I hiccupped a giggle, a full on grin coming out of him.

“I love you, you know that, right?” His features were soft, and so were mine.

“I know that, Ni,” I sighed. “I love you too. So much.”

“How much?” he took a lock of my hair and brushed the pink dyed tip against my nose, another giggle erupting from the silly gesture. He loved to do that. He loved my hair, just as much as I loved his.

“This much,” I extended my arms as much as I could.

“I love you more,” he buried his head into my neck and entered me slowly.

My eyes shot open from the surprise of his move, but they rapidly shut when he filled me completely. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned when he began to move, building a rhythm between our bodies. I bit my lip when I felt his tongue running through my neck, his hands grasping my hips so that my lower half could meet his still gentle thrusts. I felt it growing inside me and with another moan, I pushed my fingers to brush the back of his shoulders.

“Niall…” I breathed out.

His grip tightened and he began to move faster, eliciting another moan—only this time louder—from me. I knew that in no time Liam would be banging on the wall to make us stop from banging ourselves. Niall’s kisses on my skin became sloppy as the rhythm increased in speed, his hands sliding from my hips. I loved when he did all the work, but he began to only be able to focus on one task, so I bucked my hips automatically against his.

“Linds,” he groaned into my ear, nibbling my earlobe with a husky voice. “Faster?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I didn’t hear you,” he made a hard thrust and I scratched his back slowly.

“Faster,” I growled.

“Say please,” he breathily chuckled.

“Faster, Niall, goddamnit!” I moaned.

He attended to my pleas, the bed squeaking underneath us. Just as I predicted, Liam started banging on the wall, telling us to quiet it up, but Niall simply laughed, thrusting into me even faster than before. His name escaped my lips like a mantra, over and over again until I knew I had worn it out. My orgasm was about to reach when Niall kissed my jaw, leaving a wet mark there.

“Come for me?”

And I obliged, release coming soon afterwards. I arched my back and screamed so loud that I knew even Harry and Louis had heard it, on the floor above us at the end of the hallway. I drew blood from Niall’s back and the bed squeaked once more before Niall came too, his climax riding him high.

We collapsed against each other and Niall rolled over, pulling his arm up so that I was half-lying against him. I tried to catch my breath, but it was hard, my chest rising and falling hectically.

“You know,” Niall panted, looking at me. “Maybe we should miss each other more often.”

I smacked his chest, laughing out loud as he merely planted a kiss on my temple.

Oh, just how I loved him.