An Unexpected Turn

The following morning I'm woken up by light kisses on my back.
"Good morning, beautiful." That unmistakable voice whispers in my ear.
"Good morning, love." I turn to look at the most perfect face, hair messy, stuble lining his jaw and lip.
"I made you breakfast." his eyes look towards the foot of the bed. A tray with pancakes, eggs, and bacon sits ontop of a small table.
"Looks good, but you look more delicious." I tease and give him a playful peck on the lips.

I sit up in bed, the white sheets wrapped around me. Harry brings over the tray and we both enjoy some of the food. I wanted to stay here like this all day but I needed to straighten things out with Niall.

After breakfast, I got up and put on the same clothes I had on last night.
"I have to go back to the hotel to shower and change, babe. Then I have to talk to Niall ok?" I say as I slip my shoes on.
"Ok, love, but I'll be jealous the whole time."
"Don't be." I peck Harry on the lips and go to grab my phone. So many missed calls and texts from Niall. I had to tell him.

-.-.-

Back at our hotel, I call Niall so we can meet up. He agrees to meet at a nearby cafe. I wasn't sure how to even bring up the fact that I love Harry. I needed to be careful with my word choice. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Niall. After all, I also love him just not at the same level as Harry.

I get to the cafe and find a table for two at a far right corner. I'm scrolling through my phone when I see Niall walk in through the door. I wasn't going to lie, Niall made me feel so many things I can't explain.
When he spots me, his smile is so bright. He hurries over to me and kisses me on the lips. I couldn't help but respond by kissing him back.

I'm a mess.

"Love, how are you feeling? Hannah said you weren't feeling great and that's why you left."
"I'm better. Thanks." I hated lying to Niall.
"That's great to hear. We've been apart so long, I want to spend as much time with you as I can." he says caressing my cheek and giving me a dreamy look. Those blue eyes always captivating me.

I need to do it and I need to do it now!

"Niall, we have to talk. Well, more like I have to talk to you about something."
"What is it, Mel?" his happy expression turning into a concerned one.

Here it goes.

"Niall... Some things have changed. I'm kinda, sorta seeing someone." Niall then leans back on his chair, arms crossed over his chest, hurt in his eyes.
"What do you mean 'kinda, sorta'? Since when?!" he demanded answers.
"Well, it all started the day you walked out on me drunk. That day I realized my feelings for him and that person is who I left the party with last night."
His eyes widened at the thought, "But... You were with Harry the day I walked out..."
I look down at my hands without saying a word. I felt horrible. He then continued, "HARRY?! My best mate?!" he raises his voice at the realization.
"I'm sorry." is all I manage to say.
"Fuck, Melanie! Why?! And why him?! I thought you loved me, I thought he was my best mate!"
"I'm sorry." I repeat myself not knowing what else I could say.
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Niall threatens and then leaves the cafe without saying another word to me.

What have I done? I'm a monster.

I text Harry immediately to warn him.

Melanie: Talked to Niall, he's livid. Said he was going to kill you and left. :-\
Harry: This too shall pass, my love. I'll be ok.
Melanie: I don't know, Harry. Maybe you should leave your apartment in case he shows up there. Give him time to calm down.
Harry: I'll go to Louis' so you won't worry. I'll be fine.
Melanie: Thanks, baby. I love you.
Harry: I love you since I set eyes on you.x

-.-.-

(Adult content ahead :))

I decided to head back to our hotel room. Surely Hannah would also be at Louis' place so I would take the time to think.

I stripped down to my boy shorts and a white cami so I could lounge in bed. I missed home. I was on my Kindle reading a book when a loud knock brought me back to reality. I figured it was Hannah who forgot her room key again. I head to the door and open it to reveal a red eyed Niall,
tears falling from his eyes.

"Niall, what are yo.." my sentence interrupted by Niall's lips on mine. His kiss was hungry and passionate, I responded to his kiss for the second time today. What's wrong with me?! His arms wrapped around me, he begins to lead me away from the door which then shuts forcibly. It wasn't until the back of my legs touched the edge of the bed that I realized what he was doing. The fucked up thing was that my body was responding to him. I was feeling that all too familiar tingle on my finger tips, the desire burning.

His hands begin to roam underneath my cami, grabbing my breasts and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

I should stop this but I can't.

My cami sure enough is on the floor seconds later and he lays me back on the bed, my legs hanging from the edge. He breaks apart the kiss, his lips a shade of red from kissing me hard. The sight of him acting this aggressively towards me was making me leave a wet spot on my boy shorts. My body was craving him.

His lustful eyes never left mine as he unbuttons his jeans and drops them with his boxers. His shirt goes next until he's standing completely naked, his throbbing cock surely was calling for me. I was still in only my boy shorts but Niall takes care of that by taking them off in one swift motion. He still hadn't said a word and neither have I. His tears had dried and his face was nothing like when he first got here.

If this is so wrong why does it feel so right?

I was still with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He is standing and lifts them both up to rest on his shoulders. He grabs on to my hips and guides his dick to my opening. Before he enters me he says, "You're only mine." and I gasp at having him in me. A feeling I didn't realize I was missing so much.

I couldn't help but notice he didn't put on a condom, but the heat of the moment was far stronger. I wanted to enjoy him in me like this. His thrusts were strong and furious. He was fucking me hard, just like he knew I liked it. It wasn't long until the fire in me was out of control and I was shaking with every thrust. My orgasm was so strong I screamed in pleasure, not caring who heard. Quickly after me, Niall also yelled "FUCK" as I could feel his dick twitching in me. Even better yet, I could feel his cum filling me up. It was a feeling I had never felt and he was right, I am his.

Notes

I couldn't help myself and created a bigger mess. lol Whoops.

If you're wondering if we are getting a baby Nialler out of this, we're not. Just felt right. :)