Savannah spent the rest of the day in Niall’s room trying to keep her distance from his sleazy step-brother. Niall got home from the studio that afternoon and found her cuddled deep in his bed, reading a book.
“Babe, what are you still doing in bed?” Niall asked as he came to sit next to her. She sat up to look at him with a heavy stare, hoping it conveyed how she was feeling.
“Hiding,” she said, pouting.
“What?” Niall laughed, looking at her oddly.
“Why didn’t you tell me that your pervy brother was staying here too?” She asked. Niall chuckled, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry, love. He got in last night. His lease just ended and he’s in the process of house hunting. It’s just… temporary,” he told her. She nodded looking away from him, feeling uneasy about it. Harry made her skin crawl.
“Why? What happened?” Niall asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
“I may or may not have been bent over in the fridge in my underwear this morning when Harry came into the kitchen,” she said, biting her lip.
“Oi… Jesus, I’m sorry, love. Did he say anything to you?” Niall said, looking apologetic. Savannah stared at him with a ‘no shit’ look on her face.
“Of course he did. And he wouldn’t stop staring,” she said, shaking off the chill that came up her spine thinking about the way he made her feel when he stared at her.
“What did he say?” Niall asked curiously.
“Something along the lines of ‘Nialler’s got good taste in woman’ and calling me everything from ‘woman’ to ‘sweet cheeks’,” she told him. He winced at his step-brother’s idiocy.
“I’m sorry, baby. He can come off a little strong, but I promise you that underneath it all, he is a good guy,” Niall said sympathetically.
Savannah wasn’t so sure. And she wasn’t exactly excited to be sharing any amount of space with him over the next week or so.
Savannah and Niall hung out in the bedroom that night, only coming out for bathroom breaks and food excursions. On her last bathroom break of the night, after she got a glass of water from the kitchen, she walked past the guest bedroom and heard a whole slew of insanely over-the-top sex noises emanating out through the closed door. Harry had a girl in there and she was a screamer.
“Oh, Harry! Ohhhh. Right there, baby!” She screamed, almost making Savannah gag.
“Right there?” Harry moaned in response. Savannah’s jaw dropped in disgust as she stood there unable to move. It was like a car crash – she couldn’t look away. Actually, she couldn’t get her frozen body to run away from the noises.
“Yes. I’m… I’m coming,” the girl, who could easily have a role in porn, moaned loudly.
“Oh fuck, baby.” Harry grunted out and Savannah was pretty sure he was coming too.
Uck. Savannah shook off the heebie-jeebies as she made her way into the bathroom. When she had finished and was coming out of the bathroom, she literally ran into a very sweaty body.
“Ugh!” She yelped in disgust as she flipped on the hallway light to see who it was.
Of course, it was Harry, standing there with no shirt on, in the same navy blue pajama pants he was wearing when she first met him. They were riding so low on his hips that she could see the beginnings of his pubic hair.
“Gross,” Savannah groaned, wiping the sex sweat off of her arm. Harry took a large drink from the water bottle in his hand, smirking at her the whole time.
“Savannah,” he said breathlessly when he pulled the bottle away from his lips.
“Harry,” she spat out.
He licked his lips and she immediately bolted away from him down the hallway. She gave a quick look back at him just before she shut Niall’s door and he indeed was staring at her ass again. Pervert.
“Bleckk,” she choked out as she set her water glass down on the nightstand and jumped into bed with Niall.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at her curiously.
“Your brother has some tramp here, who he was just screwing – and good god, the chick was screaming at an ungodly volume,” she told him. Niall chuckled, nodding his head because he knew all about Harry’s personal lifestyle choices.
“And then when I came out of the bathroom, I ran right into him… like literally and got his sex sweat all over my arm. I am thoroughly traumatized,” Savannah said, feeling like her skin was crawling.
“I’m sorry, love,” Niall chuckled.
“It would be funny if it weren’t so gross,” she said, still wiping at her arm, which was now dry, but she still felt his slimy skin on it. Niall wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.
“What can I do to make it up to you?” Niall asked sweetly as he kissed her neck. She could already tell what he had in mind by the way the he was kissing her. She giggled from the tingling sensation his lips and his stubble caused on her sensitive.
“I could think of a few things,” she flirted.
“Mmm. Me, too,” Niall said as his hand crept up her stomach, under her tank top. She giggled as his fingertips tickled the soft skin.
Niall’s mouth met hers as his hand captured her left breast, kneading it.
“You’re so beautiful, love,” Niall breathed in her ear.
“Mm,” she hummed softly, her eyes closing so she could appreciate his hands on her.
Their clothes were methodically discarded and Niall positioned himself on top of her, looking down into her green eyes before kissing her lips.
“I love you so much, Niall,” Savannah said, looking up at him.
“I love you, Savannah,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss her as he slowly entered.
Savannah broke the kiss to let out a labored breath as he filled her up. Niall began a slow, but steady rhythm that captivated her completely. Everything about Niall was inviting – from his smile to his sultry voice. He was intoxicating, but entirely in a good way. She always wanted to feel this way with him. She always wanted him.
Making love to Niall was satisfying. He was a great lover – very thorough and gentle. He was always concerned with her needs. She was extremely fortunate to have found someone like him to be her first. Back before they started dating, she never thought in a million years that she would lose her virginity to a famous popstar, but she did. He was just as sweet and gentle the first time as he was every time after.

…

The next day, Savannah woke up and Niall was gone. Once again, he would be at the studio most the day. Although One Direction was on hiatus, Niall was still writing and producing for other artists. It was his full-time job and he took it seriously.
Reluctantly, Savannah crawled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast – clothed this time. She wasn’t going to take any chances with Harry the Man-Whore roaming around.
Luckily, he was nowhere in sight. He was probably still asleep – no doubt recovering from his sexcapade the previous night. She hurried to cook some eggs for herself, hoping the day wouldn’t start out with an awkward encounter with Harry. No such luck.
“Oh, she cooks! Do you clean too? Because if you do, I’ll have to applaud Niall for finding the perfect woman,” she heard Harry from behind her. She cringed at the sound of his voice. What a degrading little bastard.
“I’m not even going to dignify that statement with a response,” she glared at him. He chuckled under his breath.
“Holding your tongue, are we?” He smirked. Savannah sent him another death stare. She wanted to smack that smug smile right off his face.
“Not everyone can be as loud and obnoxious as you,” she shot at him.
“Me? Loud? Whatever do you mean?” Harry asked sarcastically.
“I’m sure the whole neighborhood could hear you and your bimbo last night,” Savannah shot at him. He laughed out loud, thoroughly enjoying their bickering.
“Would you rather we hold back? Sex is supposed to be fun and loud and adventurous. It sounds like you and Niall need to really step it up a bit, love. From what I heard last night, it’s neither loud, fun or adventurous,” Harry laughed. Her jaw dropped from his words. He heard them last night?
“You’re vile,” she seethed. He laughed again, more animated and amused than before.
“’Oh, oh. Baby, oh,’” he whimpered softly – impersonating, what she could only guess were, her sexual sounds from the night before.
“You are disgusting. Get out of my face,” she gasped at his foulness. He laughed again, loving how riled up she was getting.
“I’m just playing around, sweet cheeks. No need to get so angry. I’m glad Nialler’s got such a hot babe to tote around,” Harry smiled slyly at her.
“He does not ‘tote’ me around,” she argued.
“Uh-huh,” Harry smirked, not believing her words.
“Not everyone is as shameless as you. Niall and I are equals in our relationship,” she informed him.
“Sure thing, sweet cheeks,” he said, snatching up a banana and bottle of water before exiting the kitchen.
“Gross,” she said under her breath.
Everything he did and said lowered her already low opinion of him. She felt sorry for anyone who had to put up with him on a daily basis.

Notes

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