Unthinkable Chapter 8 (Part 1) Niall Horan FanFic

Niall’s POV

“Alright, let’s go over this again,” Harry’s voice sounded through the room, my phone on the coffee table as I stood looking over the living area and kitchenette, “Popcorn?”

“Check.”

“Chips? All four varieties you had Preston go out and get.”

“Check.”

“Soda and sparkling water?”

“Check, check.”

“Blankets, pillows and the cable’s working?”

“Check, check and,” I picked up the remote and turned the TV on and off, “check.”

“One last thing, are you wearing pants?” Harry chuckled, and I knew he meant it as a joke but I pulled the waistband of my sweats out, just to be safe, “check.”

“Sounds like your set, man,” I could hear the smile in his voice. He’d graciously let me have the room tonight, having asked Amani out on a formal movie date. Taylor and I had decided to go for a super casual third date: bumming it with snacks and movies.

“Then why is my heart pounding like I forgot something?” I asked, running my hands through my hair for the millionth time. I’d given up on the quiff about an hour ago so now it was just flat, pretty close to my bedhead.

“Nerves are good. If you weren’t nervous, I’d be worried. Act natural though, y’know how you get.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks again man.”

“No problem, well I’m almost at their dorm so I’m gonna hang up.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“You too.” And the line went dead. I closed my eyes to collect my thoughts, taking a few deep breaths before hearing a couple soft knocks on the door. I exhaled before walking a little too quickly to the door and swinging it open.

And the nervousness bubbled over, becoming sheer excitement as I stared at Taylor, her soft smile appearing on her face when her eyes met mine.

“Hey,” I breathed out.

She smiled, “Hey yourself.”

I stepped aside and she came in, shrugging out of her sweatshirt. She wore a loose fitting white v-neck, gold and red flannel pajama bottoms and white trainers. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun, glasses set on the bridge of her nose, with no earrings or makeup. It was simple; she was beautiful.

“Showing your school spirit I see?” I said jokingly, pointing to the flannel and she chuckled, “Yeah, it’s extremely difficult not to buy a pair, trust me.”

“I bet. Did you find this place okay?”

“Yeah it wasn’t too bad. There was a little bit of traffic because of an accident, but other than that it was fine. My mom actually stayed at the Best Western across the road when she visited me in October, so I had an idea where I was going.” Her eyes swept over the living space again, “It’s certainly a big room. You get this to yourself?”

“Harry’s staying with me this trip, we rotate pretty often. You really think it’s big?”

Taylor nodded, “I didn’t know they made suites this big, unless it’s a presidential one or something.”  She placed her sweatshirt on the back of the couch before she sat down, kicking off her shoes and curling her long legs under her as she settled into the cushions.  As she slouched back, the neck line of her top pulled down slightly, revealing the sooth chocolate of her skin. I’d found myself thinking about it constantly; how it looked so soft and warm and inviting….

Not the time.

I turned and paced to the counter as heat flooded my face, “Do you want something to drink?” I asked as I struggled to keep my voice steady.

“Um, what do you have?”

“Soda and sparkling water, take your pick.”

“Sparkling water please.”

“Comin’ right up.”

I cracked open the bottle and poured two cups for us, being careful to not have the contents  explode everywhere while trying to get my thoughts back in check. Nerves, I thought to myself, it’s just a really bad case of nerves. And of course I was nervous. I remembered being nervous inviting girls to my house back home, even when they were only friends. So this is normal. Harry even said so. It’s normal to be nervous. To be longing for her this way. To want to sit by her, cuddle with her. To want to kiss and touch her, to want to pick her up and carry her to my bed in the back room…

Jesus.

When I came to set the drinks on the small coffee table, Taylor was munching on the Doritos; a napkin full of them nestled in her lap. She thanked me with that sweet smile and I felt the uneasiness in my stomach subside, exchanged with something I couldn’t place.

“So what are we gonna watch?” she piped up, brushing the orange dust from her fingertips.

“You pick first. Did you have anything in mind?”

She thought for a minute, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. They pursed in a slight pout as she met my gaze briefly, causing my stomach to do a flip.

“I did want to see Safe Haven, but that’s a bit of a chick flick.” She finally said, reaching for her cup to take a sip.

“That’s the movie based on the Nicolas Sparks book right, the one with the guy from Transformers?”

She laughed, a sound I was appreciating more and more “Josh Duhamel, yeah! But we don’t have to—

“No, we totally can! If I’m honest, I thought it looked really good.”

           She stared for a moment, her dark brown eyes searching my face for a hint, if I was just saying this stuff to impress her. But she shrugged, seemingly finding nothing incriminating and nodded her head in the direction of the TV, “then let’s start the movie.”



Taylor’s POV

Seemingly, I’d convinced myself I had everything under control. That I could handle myself. What was a movie night? What could possibly happen to my sanity during an evening of fictional mayhem, processed cheese and good company?

Once the room went black, I had a pretty good idea what my brain was capable of. The shift was subtle, but equally as crucial, as Niall sat back down on the couch. I sighed and sank back into the cushions, hoping neither were a giveaway to anything, my heart speeding up a bit in my chest. I crossed my legs as he also shifted, moving a large blanket over our laps as the opening sequences started.

“This is okay right?” he asked as he fanned it over both of us. I nodded, my eyes trained on the TV. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, slow waves washing over me, heating me.

I was so…aware. After what he’d said in the meadow, I didn’t know what to expect, or to expect anything at all for that matter. So when he called, asking if I just wanted to chill and watch movies, I was up for it. But then Amani found out, and she believed it crucial to point out I would be alone with Niall, in a hotel suite, with his bed less than fifteen feet away. My skin was set ablaze the second she got the words out, her statement bringing a compilation of dirty daydreams to the front of my mind. And it had never really cooled, and we’d had that conversation over twenty-four hours ago. So here I sat, on a couch in my pajamas, in Niall’s hotel suite, with questionable images floating around my brain.

It was difficult, forcing my brain to concentrate on the scenes in front of me, instead of making up their own. But there was a part of me enjoying them, the private fantasy I’d created for myself. Not much had to be made up; Niall was right there. Every detail so close, so within reach. The light from the TV flickered in his eyes, highlighting the sliver of green under his pupil. His pale skin seemed to absorb the light, turning whatever color was displayed, except for his lips which stayed their rosy pink. They parted slightly and I started to turn back, but not before Niall turned to me, his eyes locked with mine.

“Something on my face?” he asked, a small smile appearing so naturally.

“Just gazing,” I answered simply.

“Like what you see?”

“Mm,” I turned my head back to the screen, trying to hide the smirk creeping across my face, “You know the answer to that.”

“Do I?”

There was the briefest of pauses before I turned to him, the words ringing familiarly in the now still air. He hadn’t moved, but his eyes had changed. The light no longer danced there, making the sky blue an impossible navy in the dimly lit room and my heart sank just a bit at the sight. My hand found his cheek, stroking it with my thumb as he leaned into it, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. They brushed the inside of my wrist warming the skin there before bringing his head up just enough for my thumb to rest on his lips, where they puckered to leave a small kiss.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as Niall leaned forward a bit, leaning up on his knees as one hand gripped the back of the couch and the other came to rest on my thigh. My hand ghosted down as he moved, down passed his chin to his neck and finally rested lightly on his chest.

“Do you feel it?” his voice was just a low murmur, his accent caught deep in his throat. And as the words left his mouth his heartbeat became eminent to me, thundering louder than it should, in harmony with mine. I looked up and nodded, quickly getting lost in his eyes. He smiled a little, “It’s never done that before.”

“Oh, really?” was all I could manage. My voice was breathy, almost non-existent, but his was clear, clearer than even the movie that we’d both forgotten about.

“Never,” he moved in again and I leaned into the cushions, my body lost in the blanket as he climbed to hover over me, leaning down to brush his nose with mine. I shivered at the contact and he chuckled as he did it again, stopping just before his bottom lip touched my mouth, before pressing them to mine, which I welcomed with a moan and a quick switch of positions. I crawled into his lap, straddling him as he sat back.

He smiled into the kiss, and I knew what it was for. I was supposed to be the inexperienced one, the Virgin. And I still was. But he’d thrown propane on the dying embers of Amani’s words, reigniting the flame in the pit of my stomach, allowing it to burn through my body at first contact.

Niall let his hands wander; palming over my hips, then trailing up to my waist and back down to my thighs before he settled on my bum. He squeezed lightly and I moaned into his mouth, causing his smirk to reappear.

“So eager,” his voice was nothing but gravel and all I could do was breathe heavily and nod in the moment he’d given me. We pulled away; leaving the tiniest of spaces between our faces as our noses brushed past each other. Niall’s gaze travelled over my face and down my body, resting on the deep v of my top before he came back up to my eyes. The sky blue of his eyes had become ocean-esque, with the hints of green illuminated by the street lamps outside. The sea and sky are both jealous of this shade of blue. They wish they could be this shade of blue.

My fingertips ran through his hair over and over, tracing unmemorable patterns over his scalp, then continued, down his neck and over his shoulders before resting on his chest.

I stood up then, slowly, trailing my fingers over the arm chair and on top of the table as I passed them. Reaching up, I undid my twists from their bun, letting them fall past my shoulders as I came to a stop in the doorway to the bedroom. I could feel Niall’s eyes on me, burning a hole in my back every step of the way.

My head was swimming so profusely I thought I was gonna pass out. I was simultaneously thinking about every romantic movie I’d ever seen, every romance novel I’d ever read and the very few realistic porn videos I’d watched, trying to find some point of reference. What came next?

I leaned into the door frame for support as I looked over my shoulder, meeting Niall’s gaze instantly. Bringing my hair to one side, I started to play with it while raking my eyes over his whole body. He was dressed in a low-slung tank top and a pair of old gray sweats, his hair un-quaffed and fluffy.

“Like what you see?” my head bounced up, meeting anxious eyes. How could he ever doubt how I felt? It took all of my sanity to keep from pouncing on him that day in the meadow. Every ounce of self-restraint was summoned to not do then what I wanted to do now, not to let loose and look like a ravished animal in front of our friends and complete strangers.

I had to smile at his nervousness, “You have no idea,” I murmured, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

Niall was off the couch and in front of me in less time than I thought possible, capturing my chin in-between his thumb and forefinger, “What did I tell you about biting that lip, hmm?” he purred.

“I guess I forgot,” I said innocently, letting my tongue swipe out, just touching the tip of his thumb. I watched his pupils expand considerably before his lips came crashing on mine, rushed and needy. Niall’s tongue brushed against the seam of my mouth and I hummed against his, parting my lips just enough to allow him entry. He explored my mouth, and I let him, attempting to keep my tongue out of the way as he did. But he fished it out, having it dance with his as he walked us back toward his bed.