Chapter Two (Niall)

“So Abigail, really came to your room and had a go at you?” I asked Louis. Louis nodded and grimaced in disgust.

“Yeah. It was horrid. I tried not to puke but she started like... Grinding me and I was just like ‘Aw Hell naw girl. I like that dick’!” said Louis in a mock American girl accent. Harry and I started laughing as we sat at the bar of ‘Ryan’s’. Our friend Ryan actually ran the place. He was quite cute. Not as cute as Charlie though. I had texted Charlie in the middle of the night and our conversation literally went like this:

Me: Hey Charlie(; It’s Niall.

Char: Hey mate(; How goes it?

Me: Oh, it’s fine. Louis and Harry are over at my flat and they’ve fallen asleep so... I wanted to talk to you.

Char: I’m flattered. So babe, what do you think of me and you going to Ryan’s tomorrow night? I guess you could bring the gang. But... I was thinking we could have alone time(;

My heart and stomach fluttered when I read that message.

Me: Oh... Yeah of course Char (: What time do you want to meet?

Char: No one’s ever called me Char before...

Me: I’m sorry! I just thought it’d be a fun nickname but if you don’t want me to call you that I won’t.

Char: I love it.

My heart and stomach were soaring instead of fluttering by then.

Me: Really?

Char: Yeah it’s... Hot.

Me: Oh. Um. Well, what time do you want to meet again?

My cheeks were flaming and I felt like I wanted to puke. It was the greatest feeling in life.

Char: Do you think 20:00 would do?

Me: Yeah love. I better get to sleep. I’ve got a hot date tomorrow.

Char: Alright love. Sweet dreams... About me of course(;

And I did have dreams about him last night. I’d fallen in a deep and blissful sleep and Charlie joined me in my head. Louis snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Nialler! There’s your hot date looking awfully... Hot,” said Louis with a surprised and awestruck look on his face. Charlie walked over and he didn’t look hot. He looked sexy. His brown hair was covering one of his ice blue eyes and he had a grin on his face that made me want to kiss it right off. He was wearing light grey skinnies and combat boots. His shirt just so happened to be a Sleeping With Sirens shirt. I almost cried. The bad boy and the little blonde flirt. Perfect match made in heaven.

“Hello boys, Niall,” said Charlie, reaching for my hand and kissing it. He kept his eyes glued to me while he kissed my wrist, the back of my hand, my knuckles and finally my palm. I blushed and he smirked, pulling himself up from the kneeling position he was in and sitting on my left side.

“Hi Char,” I replied timidly. He intertwined his fingers in mine and rubbed his thumb across the tops if my knuckles. Harry grinned.

“You two have pet names for each other?” asked Harry with mock shock, “Wow, it must be serious.”

“Oh come on Hazz give the two kids some room will yah?” said Louis nudging him. Ryan came out from the back, his dirty blonde hair smoothed back attractively. The navy suit he was wearing matched his blue eyes.

“Hey Ryan,” said Harry, Louis and I in unison. Char looked at all three of us, gaping.

“You lot know the owner?” whispered Char loudly. We all nodded and Ryan laughed, patting Char’s other hand. I put our interlaced hands on the bar defensively. Ryan wasn’t gay, I was just over protective.

“Of course we do! Ryan’s been our friend since high school,” said Harry, quickly glancing at our fingers and smirking at me comically.

“That’s so fetch!” yelled out Charlie. We all gaped at him and he blushed a gorgeous shade of pink.

“Did you really just say ‘fetch’?” asked Louis slowly. Charlie nodded and I burst out laughing. Harry and Louis joined in.

“What?! I like to be dated sometimes,” said Charlie squeezing my hand. I looked up into his eyes and looked down, all laughing erased from my mouth. I blushed and leaned against him. He turned and wrapped both his arms around me, the muscles in his biceps flexing seductively.

“Well if you mean ‘dated’ as in from the fifteen hundreds then you’ve got it down mate,” chuckled Harry. His laughing stopped as a girl crossed the room. She had tanned skin and bright (almost white) blonde hair. You could see her ice-y blue eyes from the other side of the room. It wasn’t a gorgeous blue like Char’s but a cold, vicious blue. Like she would snatch up a puppy and snap it’s neck with no tears. She didn’t wear an expression as she approached the bar and Harry didn’t notice, but she was staring at him with an evil look in her eyes that could terrify a witch.

“Hello, I’ll have a martini please,” said the girl. Her voice was like pouring water. Smooth and even. But it wasn’t at all pleasant.

“Oh wow, you’re American aren’t you love? What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” asked Harry in that low, seductive, raspy voice of his. The girl grinned back so powerfully that Char, Louis and I flinched. But Harry stood his ground. When it came to women (we all knew) Harry only wanted a good fuck. Sometimes, he would keep them around because he thought he saw something good in them. But it would never work out, he picked women he thought he could have a good time with.

“Yes, in fact I am from America. I always thought America was too plain for me, so I came here. Looking for... Excitement,” she said, her grin turning into malevolent smirk. Harry’s green eyes darkened a shade and we all knew that he wasn’t the Harry we knew anymore. He was Harry the player. The Harry who used women for one thing and one thing only.

“Well there’s plenty of that here love,” said Harry with and equally evil smirk. I shook my head and motioned to Louis, mouthing the words, let’s get out of here. Louis nodded in agreement and began to get up, Harry got up with him. Harry’s eyes were back to the normal sea green they always were as we began to walk away.

“Maybe I’ll see you around. By the way, my name’s Christina,” said the girl, handing him a cleanly folded white sheet of paper. It most likely had her number on it. The girl smiled coldly at us and walked away. Harry tucked the note in his pocket.

“Shall we?” asked Harry, gesturing to the door. Charlie gasped and raised his fist.

“I have and idea! We should all go to my place tonight! Maybe you guys could spend the night!” said Charlie, his gaze directed at me when he said the last part. I blushed and nodded.

“I think that’s a fair idea. What about you lot?” I asked. Harry nodded and Louis grinned.

“It’s so fetch,” mocked Louis in a girlish voice. Charlie nudged him playfully. Harry and I giggled and strode out the door to Harry’s black Lincoln. Char gestured to his ride which was the sexiest motorcycle I had ever laid eyes on. Charlie had a red helmet and there was a green helmet on the back that was... Mine.

“I think that me and Niall here are going to take other means of transportation. You lads can just follow behind me. Alright?” suggested Char. Harry laughed and nodded frantically, shooing us off.

“Go on, I’d like to see how this works out.”

“Yeah, you two go on,” said Louis. He got into the car with Harry and slammed the door, firing up the ignition. Char took my hand back in his and squeezed.

“You scared?” whispered Char. I shook my head slightly.

“No. Not with you,” I said quietly. I looked up at him. He looked back down and pursed his lips.

“It’s strange. The first day I met you, you seemed so cocky and flirty that I almost didn’t want to date you,” said Charlie. My eyebrows furrowed sadly. He pressed a thumb to the center of my eyebrows and wiped the crease away gently, “But, you’ve turned around. You’re not overconfident, or rude. You’re sweet, handsome, innocent and you have the sexiest walk I’ve seen in a while,” breathed Charlie. I hadn’t noticed but we were at his motorcycle, our faces inches away. How badly I wanted to close the distance between us. Smash my lips against his soft ones. Hold his body close to mine in a way that made me feel like we were one.

“People say that. But it means more coming from your lips,” I said seductively. Charlie bit down on his lip softly. It was so attractive.

“Here’s your helmet handsome,” said Charlie, reaching behind him and handing me the green helmet. It had my name engraved on the side of it.

“Oh wow. Charlie, I’m sorry but I didn’t get you anything. If I knew you were gonna get me something this nice then I would’ve bought you something...” I prattled. Charlie cut me off with a laugh.

“It doesn’t matter love. I figured if you were gonna ride with me you wanted to ride in style,” said Charlie reassuringly. Char hopped on his bike and put his helmet on. It was warm out and he was wearing a tight t-shirt that made his muscles ripple every time he moved. I put my helmet on and let the lid up on the front of it. Char started the engine and I yelped, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist instinctively. Charlie chuckled, “Hold on tight, we’re going for a ride,” yelled Charlie, above the loud roar of the motorcycle that was now pulling off the parking lot. We got on the road and I laid my head on his back and my grip loosened. I felt much more comfortable. I saw headlights flash on and off behind us and I turned. Louis was making kissy faces at me and Charlie. I flicked him off and turned back around, inhaling deeply. Charlie smelled of something sweet... Intoxicating almost. He smelled like cocoanut and pine. Charlie turned off the highway we were on for just a second and onto a road with a load of cute little cottages. As we progressed down the street the houses slowly got bigger. When we got to the end they were like mansions. Charlie pulled up to one of the mansions and parked.

“This is my flat... I hope it’s not too arrogant like of me,” said Charlie nervously. I shook my head.

“No not at all. But Lou and Hazz are gonna freak,” I said, only to be cut-off by none other than Louis and Harry.

“Bloody Hell Charlie! Is this really your flat?!” exclaimed Louis.

“Yeah! Dude, we could fit like... a heard of elephants in that house... And elephants are huge!!” yelled Harry. They had turned into little kids. Charlie chuckled.

“We very seldom have guests in the house...” said Charlie. I cut him off.

“Wait, who lives with you?” I asked frowning slightly. What if Charlie had a roommate that was better looking then me? Charlie laughed.

“I live with my brother, Liam,” said Charlie, intertwining our hands and walking up the long path to his house. The front yard was perfectly green and plush looking. The lights flicked on when we stepped on the front porch. Charlie put the key in the lock and opened the door. I walked in to see a boy, olive skinned with dark hair, throwing cookie dough at another boy. The other boy (tall, lanky, kind of like Charlie) was cowering in a corner and laughing as the cookie dough smacked against various areas on his body. The olive skinned boy stopped mid throw and stared at us.

“Vas happenin’?!” yelled the olive skinned boy, coming in for a hug. Charlie released my hand and wrapped his arm protectively around my waist. The boy looked at his arm and wiggled his eyebrows, “I see you’ve found a lad aye Charlie? I’m Zayn Malik by the way,” said Zayn tugging me out of Charlie’s grasp and hugging me tightly. His chest was warm and welcoming. I chuckled and leaned away. Zayn grinned at me before walking over to Harry and Louis.

“Hey there mate, I’m Louis. Call me Lou though,” said Louis before Zayn squeezed him tightly. I smiled at them. Zayn was like an excited puppy.

“I’m Zayn! Nice to meet you,” said Zayn releasing Louis and jumping at Harry.

“Whoa there lad, I’m Harry,” said Harry. Zayn bear hugged him and Harry grunted, “but you can call me Hazza,” squeaked out Harry. Zayn leaned away and beamed at us all. I couldn’t help but grin right back. The other boy, most likely Charlie’s brother, walked over to us.

“Sorry for Zayn’s behaviour lads,” said the boy, first extending his hand towards me, “You must be Niall. You’re all Charlie talks about. I’m Liam, his brother,” said Liam. I shook his hand and we stood awkwardly so finally I broke the awkwardness and pulled him into a hug. He chuckled.

“I’m Louis and this is Harry,” said Louis, hugging Liam. Liam walked over and gave Harry a mate hug.

“How are you all? I heard you were the best friends,” said Liam grinning. Louis scoffed.

“More like best brothers Niall has ever had,” said Louis, punching me lightly on the shoulder. I giggled.

“Well, Ollie and Chaz will be a little disappointed to hear that you said that,” I said. Harry and Louis laughed. Charlie tilted his head.

“I didn’t know you had brothers,” said Charlie.

“I have a little sister too.”

“Wow. Big family,” said Charlie. I smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing gently. He tensed as Liam looked us up and down. Liam’s eyes lit up and a smile broke out on his face.

“Why don’t we all go to the arcade downstairs?” asked Liam, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Harry’s mouth dropped.

“You have an arcade?!” asked Harry, “Bloody rich lads you are!” yelled Harry. Harry flushed and Louis covered his mouth.

“Sorry, we don’t take him out often,” said Louis, glowering at Harry menacingly. Harry nodded. Charlie and Liam laughed a similar, cheery laugh that made me smile.

“It’s fine, well, let’s go,” said Charlie. Zayn clapped his hands excitedly.

“Yay! Game time! I love hanging with you lads already!” said Zayn. Zayn reminded me of a child, happy, excited, jumpy, lovable, cute. Liam chuckled as we all trampled down the stairs.

“I have a bar down here as well so if you lads would like a pint then help yourselves,” said Liam, gesturing to the bar at the far end of the basement. Louis and Harry gaped at the sight. I was too busy staring at Charlie. He was gorgeous, Char. He had a perfectly chiseled, tan face and brown hair to compliment it. His blue eyes were far prettier than Louis’s could’ve ever been. Charlie looked down at me and I looked away quickly, blushing furiously. I glanced back up at him and I saw the sexiest smirk drawn on his face. I bit my lip gently and Charlie blushed, the smirk wiped off his face and replaced by a timid smile. Liam turned to us and I snapped my head forward.

“You lads want to play a game of pool?” inquired Liam. I nodded and released Charlie’s arm. I quickly regretted it as I felt a throb in my stomach.

“I’d love to but I’ve got to use the loo,” I replied, walking up the stairs with one pair of eyes following, Charlie’s. I ran up the stairs and up another set getting to the second floor. I looked around and assumed the bathroom would be down one of the hallways. I chose the right and walked around curiously. I walked down the hall until I came to a wall. I turned to the left and there was the bathroom. I jogged to it, closing and locking the door. I unzipped my pants, did my business and flushed. Somehow, I was embarrassed to be using the bathroom in Charlie’s house. I’m not sure why but I was. I washed my hands vigorously and dried them on the nearest towel. When I left the bathroom I noticed there was only one other door in the hallway. I stood in front of the door and hesitated to open it. I shouldn’t be rambling around in Charlie’s house. But I was curious. I pushed open the door and came to a bed, the comforter deep sea blue in colour. The walls were black and contrasted heavily with the blue bed. I closed the door behind me and attempted to figure out who’s room this was. I looked around and rubbed my chin, sitting timidly on the bed. The bed made no noise whatsoever. I scanned the room, trying to find some clue to who’s room it was. As I stood up to get a better look at the dressers, I heard footsteps come down the hall, I looked for somewhere I could hide but I just ended up standing in the middle of the floor when Charlie burst in. He blinked and I blushed. I looked at my feet and muttered sorry. No response. I glanced up and he was smirking at me deviously.

“Were you rambling about my room?” asked Charlie taking little steps, closer and closer towards me. I blinked, my eyes widening.

“N-no!... Well, yes b-but I was curious because it’s the only bedroom down this hallway, and I wanted to know who’s room it was and now... I know it’s yours,” I stuttered, laughing a nervous laugh as Charlie came inches away from my face.

“Well, now that you’re here...” said Charlie as he moved slowly towards my face, inquiring, as if he was asking how far it was okay to go. I replied, by grabbing his face and smashing my lips against his. Charlie moaned against my lips and guided me backwards slowly until my knees buckled against the bed and I fell backwards. He pulled away and looked down at me hungrily. He straddled me, slowly; one leg at a time, and kissed me again. He lowered his hips to mine and rotated them against me, a satisfied groan bubbling up in my throat as I felt his growing erection on mine. He removed his lips from mine and kiss my neck gently. I put my hand in his hair, running through it with my fingers.

“Oh Charlie,” I breathed as he kissed down to my collarbone, unbuttoning my shirt slowly. I reluctantly pulled my hand out of his hair and unbuttoned the last few buttons, my bare chest against Charlie. Charlie looked up and smirked.

“Damn you’re ripped,” breathed Charlie as he kissed down my chest kissing each part of my abs until he got to the skin just above the hem of my jeans. He moved back up, slowly grinding against me until his lips were on mine again. I pulled off Charlie’s shirt, not letting my lips leave his, and threw it across the room. I felt Charlie’s hand on my zipper, tugging my pants open slowly until they were unzipped. I pulled them off with the help of Charlie and tossed them with Charlie’s shirt. I rolled over, putting myself on top of Charlie. Charlie moaned as I brought my lips to his neck, collarbone and chest. I moved back up to his neck, distracting him as I pulled of his pants, rubbing his cock through his underwear.

“Niall...” moaned Charlie. I groaned and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I love how he said my name. I went down on him, and took a peek at his face. He was looking at me in pure lust. I kept my eyes on him, taking off his boxers very slowly, letting his erection spring from his boxers. I took his cock in my hand, stroking it slowly. Charlie’s back arched gorgeously off the bed and another moan escaped his lips. He looked back down at me and he bit his lip, his bottom lip swollen and red slightly. I took his cock in my mouth, slowly pushing it deeper and deeper in my throat until I choked, “Yes Niall. Take it all for daddy,” growled Charlie wrapping his hand in my hair and pushing. I gagged and gagged until my throat got used to it. Charlie pushed faster grunting until his hot, white seed spilled down my throat. I looked up at him and opened my mouth, showing him I swallowed. He moaned and rubbed his cock gently. I smiled and laid atop him, kissing his lips three times.

“Charlie...” I began, he put his lips to mine, shushing me.

“Don’t say anything,” he whispered against me, “you’re delightful you know that?” murmured Charlie against my neck where he had placed his lips. I sighed.

“No, I didn’t,” I breathed, my eyes drooping shut.

“Maybe we should go back downstairs,” said Charlie. I frowned and looked at him. He chuckled, “I mean, we should go back so they don’t think we’ve run away,” finished Charlie. I rolled off of him and stood up, walking over to my clothes. Charlie was quiet and didn’t move. I turned around, shirt in hand.

“What?” I asked. Charlie smirked.

“You’ve got a nice bum is all. It’s so perky,” said Charlie, getting up and picking his clothes up. My heart did a cartwheel.

“Thank you,” I said timidly. I pulled on my shirt and buttoned all of them. I stopped and shrugged, unbuttoning two of them. I pulled on my Calvin Klein’s, black jeans and white Vans and turned towards Charlie to see him fully clothed, watching me. I blushed and he laughed.

“You’re blush is so cute it’s unbelievable,” said Charlie, grabbing my hand and leading me down the hallway. We walked down the stairs and almost ran down the stairs to the basement. I was still blushing and everyone looked at us. Louis crossed his arms.

“Where have you lot been? It doesn’t take someone that long to pee,” commented Louis suspiciously. I flushed red.

“I had to find Niall here, it seemed he was lost up on the third floor,” said Charlie nonchalantly. I nodded too frantically. Harry was off talking to Liam, a sparkle in his green eyes. Something told me Harry was staying the night.

“Well... I think I’m going to head home... Hazza?” said Louis. We all turned and Harry’s head snapped around, his face burned pink.

“I’ll drive you home... B-Bye Liam,” stuttered Harry. Liam smiled gently.

“Goodbye love,” said Liam, waving them off. I looked at my feet.

“I think I’ll stay the night lads. Love you lot though!!” I yelled, releasing Charlie’s hand and hugging Louis tightly. I turned to Harry and hugged him too, kissing him on the cheek when I got done. It was an inside joke, since Harry was straight, me and Lou would kiss him on the cheek all the time. This time Harry didn’t laugh. Only me and Louis. They walked up the stairs and I looked after them curiously. What was wrong with Hazz? When I walked back towards Charlie he had a hard stare fixated on me. I frowned.

“What’s wrong Char?” I asked. Charlie plastered on a fake smile and shook his head.

“Nothing love, let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you my room,” said Charlie with a cheesy wink. I waved to Liam and Zayn who were each drinking a glass of wine.

“Bye! Have a nice sleep you two!” said Zayn cheerily. Liam just smiled and waved back. Charlie’s smile was replaced by a tight line when we were up the stairs.

“What the Hell was that?” asked Charlie. I frowned, a pout on my face.

“What do you mean love?”

“I mean you kissing Harry,” snapped Charlie. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“It-it was a joke... Harry’s str-straight and since he is m-me and Louis always k-kiss him on the cheek... I’m s-so s-s-sorry,” I stuttered, the tears streaming down my cheeks. Charlie reached out and held me close to his chest, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep.

“I’m so sorry Niall. I didn’t mean it like that, you know I love you. I was just extremely jealous of him...” said Charlie. I looked up at him, my eyes swollen shut and red. He smiled a little and wiped my cheeks. I yawned and Char chuckled.

“I think a certain someone’s getting sleepy. Let’s go upstairs shall we?” asked Charlie, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me bridal style. I smiled dryly at the pun. Me and Charlie will never be wed.

“I love you Char,” I said sleepily. Charlie kissed my forehead and kicked open the door to his room.

“I love you more Niall,” said Charlie, laying me down in the bed. I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it across the room. I lifted the sheets and snuggled into them happily. Charlie scrambled in bed next to me, his chest bare. I curled into a ball and Charlie held me against him. It was the best sleep I had ever had.

Notes

Hai guise so this chapter is like... THE chapter. It introduces Zayn, Liam and Charlie and Niall... Do some things.