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In Too Deep

Five

Niall tapped his foot nervously as he waited for the students in the writer's society to come into his lecture room. He had gotten everything set up. It had been three weeks since he had invited Wylla to come to the society meetings, but she had yet to show. He was still holding onto the hope that she would. Niall sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. He shouldn't have been so hopeful to see her. Yes, she had an amazing talent that she could improve and build upon but his reasons for telling her about the writer's society were purely selfish. He wanted to see her for more than three hours on Monday and two on Fridays. It was pure fate that she landed in his English 101 class. First thing in the morning on Friday he got to see her tired, hazel eyes. She sat in the back of the class, nearly nodding off. Niall smiled as he thought back to the way she rested her cheek on her fist and listened carefully. It was only after a few minutes that he realized that she was about to fall asleep. She quickly straightened herself up and focused on his lecture.

Niall was then drawn back to the memory of seeing her at the pub on Saturday night. She was with her friends Maddie and Tess, like she had been since the start of the semester. They were causing a small but welcomed ruckus over by the dance floor. Maddie was being her usual cheeky self while Tess and Wylla just giggled. Niall could remember the light in Wylla's eyes as she laughed at Maddie and hugged Tess tightly. He also remembered the way she danced. She acted as though she hadn't a single care in the world. Niall smiled as the memory of the way she moved her hips to the music flooded his mind. Her hips had that perfect sway, the one that could make a man come undone in an instant. He'd wanted to pretend that he was really drunk then attempt to dance with her but he knew that Harry and Luna would have no part of that. Especially when Luna greeted Wylla with a huge smile and a motherly hug. But still he thought about her for the rest of the night and the rest of the weekend. He'd even woken himself up in a cold sweat from dreaming of her using those perfect moving hips on him.

Niall was snapped out of his thoughts when the door to the lecture room burst open. He smiled seeing all of the regular students filing in and sitting in the places they normally sat. All of them greeted him with a polite and friendly hello.
"Wylla." Niall was stunned to see her perfect, lean and tanned body in the doorway. Her blonde curls were messy but it also appeared to be intentional. Her make up was flawless yet again. He wanted to chew his lip and keep his eyes on her. He thought she looked amazing with her hair in a loose ponytail, skinny high waisted jeans and a white tank top. It was still warm for London. "I didn't think you wanted to join us." Niall smiled, trying to place his eyes back on hers.
"I thought it couldn't hurt to try." Wylla replied with a shrug. Niall quickly and excitedly asked her to sit in the chair closest to him. Wylla smiled shyly and sat beside him. She didn't exactly want to be there so she figured it was the best option. Plus, she didn't really know anyone.
"Oh my goodness! Wylla! I'm so happy that you came!" The girl from Wylla's creative writing class rushed her. The girl pulled her into a tight but awkward hug.
"Um, thanks." Wylla was stiff within the hug. She didn't even know the girl's name. She tapped the girl's back gently as a way to make her let go.
"Sorry. I'm Fiona." She giggled seeing the Wylla was a little unnerved.
"Fiona, sit down." Niall laughed. He wanted to get the meeting started so maybe he'd be able to hear some of Wylla's writing or even her ideas about the topics brought up for the meeting. Niall looked around, "Is everyone here?" There were a few verbal answers, mostly the kids just nodded. "Okay. Let's get started." Niall grinned. He couldn't wait to hear Wylla's ideas. "Fiona, why don't you kick it off." Niall suggested, knowing she was the most outgoing of all the students.

"Okay. Any other ideas?" Niall asked the group. He glanced around, taking a look at every student. His eyes lingered in Wylla for a moment longer than everyone else. She looked nervous and uncomfortable. He could tell that she didn't want to be there. He choked back a chuckle when he realized that Maddie and Tess had probably forced her.
"I'd like to hear something that Wylla has written." Fiona grinned widely. Everyone else in the group quickly agreed. They had all shared their writing.
Wylla shook her head, "No. I don't think that I am comfortable with that."
"You want to be a writer, correct? You have to get used to sharing." An attractive boy across the circle smiled at her. Niall's heart clenched in his chest. He knew that the boy was trying to flirt with Wylla. Wylla tucked her bangs behind her ear shyly.
"Come on. It couldn't hurt to read something short or like a poem or something like that." Fiona suggested.
"I don't write poetry." Wylla grumbled. She wanted nothing to do with sharing her writing. Since she'd started Uni all that she could write about was Niall. The way he looked, talked, walked, taught, even the way he smelled. She had her small bits of writing about how it would feel to touch his skin or hold his hand. When Maddie was asleep she would find herself writing about the way it would feel to kiss Niall, to make love to him. She didn't want anyone to know that she thought about the professor to her right all of the time. That she would day dream about him constantly. That he had been her muse for almost a month.
"Well, there's another topic." Niall smiled, trying to make her feel more comfortable. "Why don't you write poetry? Most writers start out with poetry, the love it. It's a go to thing. A majority of the people in this room are heavy poetry readers and writers." Niall explained.
"You don't have any character development." Wylla replied flatly. Everyone in the room stared at her curiously. "You can't build upon a character temperament, likes, dislikes, really anything about them." Wylla explained.
"Actually, you can." The boy with the smile for Wylla stated.
Wylla shook her head, "Not the right way. And don't try to tell me that Epic Poetry is just the same as a novel. It's not. It's a novel written in short hand basically."
"So you're going to completely discount Dante's Inferno, The Illiad, The Oddesy. Things that make up writing as we know it." Niall asked softly.
Wylla smiled at him and shook her head, "No. That style was prevalent at the time. If it were written now it would be a novel and the descriptions of every place, every time every character would be so much better." Niall was intrigued by her way of thinking. "They would show the real thoughts of the characters and the emotions in a plain but elegant manner." Wylla finished her statement.
"So you don't think that Dante's Inferno is descriptive enough?" Fiona asked, looking a little confused.
Wylla shook her head, "No. I guess I just don't like the descriptions. I'm more of a picture is worth like ten thousand words kind of person." Wylla sighed a little, "And the common person cannot understand things like that. Literature is supposed to be for everyone. How are we supposed to spread knowledge when a good chuck of the population cannot understand it. Poetry is too florid for some people."
"Yet she uses the word 'florid'." The boy across the circle scoffed.
Wylla leaned forward, "Yes, but you know what it means and how to use it. I would never use the word florid with my mother. To her, I'd say showy." Niall struggled to hold back his chuckle. He was enjoying how feisty Wylla was getting. Niall's amusement instantly faded away when he noticed exactly how the boy across the circle was looking at Wylla. Niall cleared his throat and stood, he stepped right in front of Wylla so the boy couldn't make eye contact with her any longer.
"Are there any other topics we'd like to discuss tonight?" Niall asked the group, keeping his place in front of Wylla. Every student in the room shook their head. "Alright. So, some of you I will see in class the rest of the week. The rest of you, have a great week and weekend. And get the fuck out." Niall chuckled, repeating the same line as always.
As soon as Wylla stood, the boy across the circle scooted to her side. Niall was instantly overcome with jealousy as the boy held his hand out to Wylla.
"Hey. I'm Robby." The boy introduced himself. Niall folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the table at the front of the room. He watched the exchange carefully. "I know that you're really new to this but you should really think about sharing your ideas more." Robby stated, with the friendliest tone he could muster.
"Why? So you can tell me my opinion is wrong?" Wylla asked with a chuckle.
Robby chuckled, "No. The more comfortable you get the more we'll be able to help you improve."
"Ah. I see." Wylla sounded amused by the boy's statement. Niall chewed on his lip as he kept listening.
"Yeah. Maybe you should start small, like sharing your writing with one person in the group. Then work your way up to sharing in the group." Robby suggested. Wylla slung her bag over her shoulder and stared at Robby blankly. She was not impressed by the dark haired boy in front of her. It was even obvious to Niall she didn't care for him. "Like say, you and I go grab something to eat and you read me some of your work and I tell you what's good about it and whatnot. Make it a thing." Robby smiled one of those cheeky smiles.
Wylla grinned, "Robby, here's the thing." Robby took a step closer to her as he nodded. "I think you're..."She sighed softly. Robby still had a hopeful look in his eyes. "I think you're an utter dick." Wylla informed him. "You are rude and condescending. And you also seem the type to belittle others. And while, I suppose you're cute, I do not wish to spend my time with a massive douchepants. So thank you for the offer but you can eat your own dick." Wylla turned away from Robby, leaving him absolutely speechless. Wylla walked up to Niall calmly even though she could see that he was trying to control his laughter. "Professor Horan?" Wylla spoke softly to him. It made Niall melt instantly. He loved the way his name sounded as it rolled off her tongue. Though he'd rather she called him Niall, he didn't dare say so.
"Yes, Wylla?" He smiled politely, knowing the eyes of students were on him still.
"I have a question about the assignment you gave today." Her voice trembled. Niall nodded, waiting for her question. "Um, when you say we can write anything, you mean it right. Like there are no boundaries that need to be set at all? I mean, sometime teachers say, "oh write anything you'd like" then they're like but no foul language or violence or whatever they pick. But you really mean anything?"
"Anything at all Wylla. This assignment is about finding your voice, your style and what you think we need to work on over the remainder of the year. Pick a topic and just go with it." Niall grinned at her. He could tell that she had something in mind but was nervous to do it. "Wylla, you are amazing with what you can do with words. Don't be nervous, just go for it. Use the talent that you have." Niall encouraged her. Wylla nodded shyly. "Good. Now, off with ya. I wanna go home." Niall tried to shoo her they way he would other students. Wylla giggled and turned away. "Oh, Wylla." Niall called out. She glanced back at him, her eyes locking on his. Niall felt his stomach flop a bit. "I'll see you next Society meeting?" He inquired hopefully.
Wylla giggled and shrugged, "Maybe." Niall swallowed hard as Wylla bounced out of the room. She linked arms with Fiona when she got into the hall. Fiona smiled brightly at Wylla then dragged her away from the lecture hall. Niall slumped into the chair, feeling completely flustered by Wylla's proximity while they were speaking. He was ready to go home. He needed a beer and a really cold shower.


Niall flopped onto his bed with a sigh. He knew that he had a stack of assignment from two different courses that needed to be graded but he didn't have the energy to do it, nor the will to sit for such a period of time. Niall leaned back against the pillows and picked up the book on his nightstand. He would read until he felt like he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He wiggled in the bed, trying to make himself more comfortable. He smiled when he felt he was lying right. He popped open his book and let his mind follow the words on the page.
Niall had been trying to read the same book for a few weeks; he was determined to make a dent in it. But, tonight, like every night for the past few weeks, his mind drifted from the book to Wylla. Niall grunted and tried to push the thoughts of her away. He felt like a dirty old man with the way he would think about her. Granted, he wasn't that much older, only seven years, he still knew it was wrong. He shouldn't be thinking of her the way he was. Niall chewed his bottom lip as the novels contents grew steamy. The descriptions in the novel were reminding him of Wylla. They were simple but they were creating a devastating image within his mind.

Niall dropped the book back to the night stand with a heavy sigh. He ran his hands through his hair, gripping tightly. He didn't want to have Wylla on his mind. It would just make seeing her around campus harder. He didn't want to be obvious with his lust for her.
Niall groaned and decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just force himself to sleep like had been since the beginning of the semester. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. He had to find a way to cope with all of the pent up tension inside him. After another moment of arguing with himself internally, he gave in to his ID. Slowly, Niall began to unbutton his shirt, imagining Wylla's fingers instead of his own. He imagined her straddling his tender, pulsing thighs, smiling seductively as she unbuttoned his shirt. Niall slid his own hand down his naked chest and abs, picturing Wylla's soft hands and the sight of her chewing on her bottom lip the way she always would.
Niall groaned softly when his hand reached the waist of his trousers. Carefully, he unbuttoned them, using the amount of gentleness that he thought Wylla would. Nial quickly threw his shirt to the floor, feeling it stick from the sweat that was starting to form on his arms. Without missing a beat, he went back to removing his trousers. Slipping his hands into the waist in the way he'd expect Wylla to do it. He grunted with a bit of discomfort and he pushed his trousers and pants down. The feeling of the cotton rubbing on his engorged cock made him squirm. He discarded his trousers and pants quickly, making them land right on top of his shirt. Quickly, he took his rigid dick in his hand and stroked softly. Niall bit his bottom lip, not believing that he was teasing himself. He gripped himself and little harder and stroked a little faster. He still pictured Wylla on her knees in front of him. Sitting between his legs wearing only a teasing smirk. He imagined what her thin fingers would feel like sliding up and down. He then wished he could feel her plump, pastel painted lips on his torso, peppering his skin with wet kisses and loving little nips. The thought of her kissing him while tugging at his dick entered his mind. Their tongues tangling in a passionate, lust fueled moment. He whimpered thinking of the way her plump breasts would brush against his sweat soaked skin. Niall sent himself over the edge with the idea of her rock hard nipples brushing against his engorged top. He moaned loudly as his wasted desire spilled onto his own hand and thighs.
Niall collapsed further into the pillows. Not believing that he'd gotten himself off so quickly at the thought of being with a student. He buried his face in a pillow and cursed himself for the thoughts. He knew that come Friday morning, he wouldn't be able to look Wylla in the eyes. Not without recalling the dirty day dreaming that had given him a release. Niall was jolted from his scolding and self-loathing by his phone ringing.
"Hello?" He answered a bit nervously, having not looked at the caller ID.
"HEY!" Harry shouted into the phone. "Luna and I are going to the pub! Do you want to join us?" Harry asked with that same happy tone he always had. It'd been his main emotion since he and Luna had gotten hitched.
"No thanks, Haz. I'm going to grade papers and turn in." Niall replied with a chuckle. He was happy his best friend had found the love of his life. Even if it did make him a little jealous.
"Stuffy old English professor." Harry teased, still laughing. Niall heard Luna giggling as well. "I'll see you tomorrow, Stuffy."
"Goodnight, Harry." Niall laughed before hanging up. Niall groaned when he looked at himself. He needed a shower before he could do anything at all, sleep or otherwise. He thought a shower would be helpful to his mood as well.

Notes

Oookay. So Yay! A post here finally. I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted it to be good. I still don't think it's my best but I felt a bit rushed with it. I think I got the point across though, right?


Though I have stated a general detest for them (quite a few times), what would you guys think about me doing a "Review Book"? While I am not a professional writer by any means, I feel like with what I have done over the last year, I think that I could be of help, if others wanted. Just leave your thoughts about it in the comments.

Peace&Love

Comments

@LizzyM101
You're so welcome! I love this story a lot. I like that they're so cute.

Thank you for the update. I love how playful Niall and Wylla are with each other. Their cute.

Love love love

@LizzyM101
I agree. I’m glad you’re still in my corner, girl! ❤️