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Roommates, Routines and Best Friends

A/N: GODD SEB LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS GIF! anyways, im on a roll here, i have so many ideas of whats to come.... its gonna be a ride. 👀👀

Summary: (AU) being roommates with the infamous womanizer Bucky Barnes is tough, especially when all he does is bring home different girls every night and complain about you and your choice of men. masterlist.

Words: 2328

Warning(s): language, always. BUCKY!!! im cryyin

Roommates, Routines and Best Friends : Tell Me All About It... kidding

You woke up the next day - one p.m - with a smile. And yeah, a slight headache but you didn’t mind. Last night, Steve walked you to the door. He told you goodnight and gave you one last kiss before letting you dive into your sheets. You couldn’t have asked for a better date. You woke up and walked to the kitchen. You enjoyed being off on the weekends. You really did. Especially when you spend the day doing things you like. On Sunday’s, you and Bucky sit on the sofa together and watch the Shark Tank marathon all day- even though they’re reruns. You looked around the kitchen and noticed he wasn’t digging in the fridge like he usually was. You set the pancake batter on the counter and walk to his room.

“Bucky,” you call out. You walk into his room and hear the shower going on. You sigh and walk back to the kitchen, throwing your head back. Guess you would have to make the pancakes. Before opening the box of batter, you take aspirins and hope that your headache resides asap. You start to mix the batter with eggs and water, trying to whip them the way Bucky does. No matter what you do, they never come out like his. Not even when his hand is guiding yours, practically doing all the work- just with your hand under his. That was the day that you had ever felt butterflies around him. He was being lazy, and you were stubborn about learning how to make pancakes the way Bucky did.

“(Y/n), look this is literally all you have to do,” Bucky said as he started pouring water into the bucket of batter you had in front of you. You sighed frustratingly and ran your fingers through your hair, watching his movements.

“Bucky, I can’t do that. You have bigger hands than me. You do it, I give up,” you said as you began to walk to the living room. You turn on your heels and feel a soft grasp on your wrist. You get pulled back to Bucky’s chest, he swiftly turns you around so that your back is pressed against him.

“Look, doll,” you feel his warmth breath hit your shoulder as he grabs the bucket and puts it directly in front of you. He grabs your right hand and places your hand around the fork (since you guys don’t care to invest in an actual whisk). “Now, kind of lift this side of the bucket. You know, to provide a good angle to whisk this shit,” he says as he grabs your left hand and places it on the other side of the bucket, motioning for you to lift that side slightly. You laugh softly and comply.

“Okay, I think I got it-”

“No, you’re mixing it too slow. Here,” he says as he places his right hand on top of yours. You heart skips a beat. This was too overwhelming. Bucky’s hands were on yours. Your ass was practically pressed against him, his chin grazing the top of your head. ‘What the hell’ you thought. Bucky wasn’t even thinking straight. He genuinely didn’t think nothing of what was going on. He was solely teaching you how to correctly whisk pancake batter. You started to get nervous. You were wondering if he could tell. He couldn’t. He was too focused on how good your hair smelled, and mostly on how you really suck at whisking.

You nodded, “alright Buck, I think I got it now.” He nods and lets go of your hands, stepping away from you. You swallow the lump in your throat and shift on your feet. Bucky looked at you up and down, taking in your figure. You were wearing his t-shirt. He clenches his jaw and shakes every urge to wrap his arms around you.

“Alright, doll. You don’t need me to make you pancakes anymore.”

You chuckle and turn to him. “Woah, slow down. I haven’t even poured the batter into the pan. That’s your job. You’re perfect,” you say with a kind smile. You clear your throat, “...at flipping the pancakes.” He smirks and shrugs.

“Move over. Let Chef Barnes take over,” he says cooly as he gently pushes you aside.

You assumed you got butterflies only because he was so close in contact with you, so you quickly got over that. You pour circles of batter onto the hot pan and wait patiently for the perfect time to flip them, Bucky went over this step a hundred times - in depth each time, so you eventually got accustomed to the exact second to flip. After you made ten pancakes, you begin making eggs.

“Smells good in here,” you hear Bucky say. You smile and turn to him.

“I know,” you begin to lay the bacon into a pan and watch Bucky make his way over to you. You notice he was wearing pants and his fancy cashmere sweater. You furrowed your eyebrows together and looked at his feet- he was wearing shoes. “Um, you leaving?” He nods as he bites into a pancake.

“These are delicious.”

“Where,” you ask. It was y’alls day. He never cancels on the weekend. You look up at him and catch his gaze.

“I’m gonna run some errands,” he says. You don’t believe him. You bite your cheek and put your hand on your hip. His lips curl into a smirk and he throws his head back. He didn’t know what to come up with. The video Steve sent him from your phone caused an uproar in his stomach. The truth was, he didn’t want to hear about your date with Steve. He didn’t want to hear you gush over him. He didn’t want to hear you tell him what y’all did. He was going out to avoid that conversation, and to hopefully get laid. He couldn’t keep you in his mind. It was killing him. You nudge his arm, causing him to look down at you. You were the perfect height for him. Your hair fell just past your shoulders. You actually brushed it, which you rarely do on Sunday’s, he noticed that. You were wearing a cropped top shirt that had paint all over it from that time Bucky wanted to paint his bedroom - weird right? And you were in those high waisted pajama shorts that you found at a thrift store. Bucky loved those on you.

“You’re lying to me, Buck,” you say softly. He clenches his jaw and reaches around you, flipping the bacon in the pan. You turn your head and watch his hands control the fork, moving the bacon around.

“You wanna tell me about your date, don’t you?” He watches your lips curl up into a smile. He swallows again, blinking away the jealousy. He turns off the stove and grabs some plates while you reach up and grab glasses, pouring orange juice into them. No matter the time, you and Bucky had to have breakfast.

“I do.”

He nods and sits on the stool near the counter you’re leaning on. “Okay, tell me, doll.” You smile, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you push your eggs to the side with your fork. Bucky studies your face. The dimple in your right cheek just teases him. Your light brown eyes illuminate from the sunlight outside. It hurts him. You hurt him. Looking at you and knowing you’re not his hurts him. He likes you. A lot. And he has for a while. But he’s just realizing it now. How cliché of him to do so. You lick your lips and begin to speak.

“Bucky, he’s perfect, Buck,” you say dreamingly. He clenches his jaw and nods, forcing a smile. You tell him about the movies, about the popcorn thing. You tell him the flavor of ice cream he bought you, Steve’s favorite. Mint. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was good and i appreciate him paying but..”

“You wanted strawberry, didn’t you,” Bucky says with a soft chuckle. You nod, looking at him as you take a bite of your bacon. In just a few months, Bucky knew you like the back of his hand. And that’s why Bucky felt like Steve didn’t have the right to swoop in and save the day.

“And he took me to this sandwich place. Willie’s. It was phenomenal. I loved it. After we ate, we went to the bar. Had a few drinks, a few laughs, shared some stories.” You glanced up at Bucky, making sure he was still listening. He was finishing up his pancakes, working on his eggs. He took a bite of his bacon. “I kissed him.” He sits up and puts his fork down, chewing his last bite and swallowing as he props himself on the counter with his elbows. You study his facial expression. He scans your face, his eyes always falling back to your lips.

“You kissed him?”

You nod, smiling softly. “It was... magical,” you said as you ran your fingers across your lips. Bucky’s heart fell to his stomach. He smiled again, nodding. He began to get up, you copied his actions. You guys always seemed to finish at the same time. You grabbed his plate and stuffed it in the sink alongside yours. He walks to the fridge and looks at the pictures you stuck to it. You look up at him. You didn’t know what he was thinking. You wanted him to talk to you. Give you advice. But he was at a loss for words.

“I remember the day we took these pictures,” he mumbles as he points to a picture of himself with paint on his face, a big smile as he looks directly into the camera. It was that day you helped him paint his room, which just resulted in a very cliché paint war. You smile and walk over to him, standing beside him. Your arm brushed against his. The back of his hand brushes against your thigh.

“That was a fun day,” you beam as you lean your head against his bicep. He nods and glances down at you.

“When are you seeing him again,” he asks. You rock back and forth on your feet and smile.

“I’m not sure, soon.”

Bucky didn’t want you to say that. He didn’t know what he wanted you to say, but he knew it wasn’t that. He clenches his jaw and watches you walk to your room. He follows behind you. His hands start to shake a little. “Hey, doll,” he calls after you. You turn around quickly and look at him.

“What’s up, Bucky,” you ask as you walk closer to him. He opens his mouth to say something, to say how pretty he thought you were when you looked up at him. Or to say how cute your sneeze was, or how attractive you looked when you would play Call Of Duty with him. But he couldn’t.

“Steve’s a lucky guy. I hope that punk knows it,” is what he says. You grin and wrap your arms around his torso, leaning your head onto his chest. His heartbeat was fast.

“Thank you, James. Really,” you say as you look up at him, resting your chin on his chest, “if it wasn’t for you dragging me to that party and leaving me for some blonde bimbo, I wouldn’t have met Steve.” Bucky furrows his brows.

“Huh?”

You scoff and put your head back on his chest. His hands linked together, resting on the small of your back. “You know, that blonde girl. You asked if I wanted a drink and I said yes. You went to get me one but then I saw you chatting up some blonde chick,” you say and then giggle, “Bucky, I honestly thought we were on a date, you jerk.”

He looked down at you. “What?”

You laugh and nod, looking up at him, “yeah, i thought you asked me to go with you, like you know- as your date.” You stop laughing and gaze into his eyes. He didn’t know. He didn’t know you thought that at all. His brows were furrowed. He was pissed. He was mad at you, at himself. And at that blonde girl, she was no one. All Bucky did was say what drinks he had in his hand. The blonde girl had a boyfriend standing right next to her, how did you miss that? “I know, it was dumb of me to think that,” you say with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s not dumb, (y/n).”

“But it all worked out, I met Steve. You got laid,” you say as you pat his chest and run your hands to his, unhooking yourself from his trap.

“Yeah, I got laid and you met Steve,” he says as he watches you smile, nodding and walking away from him. “I’ll talk to you when you get home,” you say as you shut your door behind you, leaving Bucky with his thoughts.

He only got laid because he was upset with you that night. When he turned his attention from the blonde asking what flavor drinks he had, his eyes landed on Steve and you talking. And everyone knows, when Steve talks to you... he’s got you. You had this look in your eyes. A look he wasn’t familiar with. He was upset. Upset because he didn’t read his social cues correctly, he didn’t read you correctly but anyways. How can Bucky compete with a gentleman who opens doors and kisses foreheads? All Bucky knows is how to have sex and flirt. Obviously doesn’t know how to read signs. He blew his chance and he knew it. But if you thought it was a date, that would mean you wanted to go on that date with him. Bucky couldn’t help but think about every possible scenario. Maybe he did have a chance after all.

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What exactly happened at that party? 👀 Does Bucky have a chance..? 👀👀

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nialledfromfics · 7 years

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He Was The One

Chapter Sixteen

“Where are you off to?” I heard his deep voice ask as he stood watching me from the bathroom doorway.

My attention was locked in on the smear of my lipstick as I had begun to put it on but I flicked my eyes up for a moment, catching his stare through the reflection of the mirror that rested above the sink. Hands planted up on each side of the doorframe slightly above his head, it made his stature seem almost doubled in size as his simple white t-shirt pulled up just a bit, exposing a sliver of his lower tummy.

My stare shot down his muscular body to peek at his tanned skin before I slowly looked back up at his face. “I, um...just O’Malley’s with Niall,” I said, focusing on my lips again as I leaned in to run my painted fingernail along the edge.

“You’re putting on lipstick to go to O’Malley’s?”

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With my finger freezing along my lip line, I shot my eyes up to my own reflection before turning to look at him over the curve of my shoulder. “I just wanna look nice, is all,” I said to him, timidly.

His puffy lips rolled into his mouth, his eyes dropping to lazily gaze over the short skirt and crop top I was wearing. “Okay,” he mumbled, the words stringing out on his tongue for emphasis, “Well, too bad I can’t join you, got called back into work,” he paused, tipping his head to the side and watching me as I had gotten back to work perfecting my lips. “Boss says we gotta crazy caseload ahead of us and I’m probably gonna be, like, all night, so I’m thinking I’ll just grab a hotel room close to the office...that way I won't wake you when I get home.”

Standing up straight, I pressed my lips together and set down my lipstick, scrunching the wavy sides of my hair up in my hands. Glancing back at him through the mirror, I gave him a small nod. “Oh...okay,” I said, before looking back at myself. “Well...just ring me later then, I guess.”

“Will do,” he told me as his hands swung down from the door frame. I heard him shuffle over to me, my hands slipping out of my hair as I felt the smallest touch of his fingers on my lower back as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my cheek. “Have fun.”

I sucked in a breath as he pulled away, my eyes shooting down to watch his feet walk back out of the bathroom. Darting my eyes around, I shook off the weird feeling that had crept up my spine and looked back up into the mirror to check my mascara.

Liam left the flat a few minutes after our short conversation in the bathroom, giving me plenty of time to finish getting myself ready. It had been only five days since Niall and I had returned from Newark, three days since I had actually seen him last. I was excited to head out to O’Malley’s; it had been a couple weeks since we had met up there and really, I was just looking forward to having a relaxing night out and downing a pint or two. Oh, and see Niall of course.

It wasn’t long until I was a good five (okay, maybe six) pints in, the effects of the alcohol definitely creating a distinct buzz in my head. My body swayed easily with the music that was playing in the background of the pub, my fingers grabbing onto the edge of the high-top table to steady myself as I stood in front of Niall. He was seated in one of the high stools, knees facing me and his hand gripped tight to his pint glass as he leaned back into the chair, his free arm swung over the back. I tipped my head back as I downed the rest of my pint, my hip carelessly bumping against the bend of his knee before I slammed the glass back to the table.

I heard Niall let out a warm chuckle before I felt his strong arm snake around my waist and gently tug me towards him. My tipsy feet clattered under me as my body fell lax and fumbled right down into his lap. With my back hitting his chest with a thump, my upper legs slotted perfectly between his thighs as a precocious giggle spilled out past my lips. Reaching my hand behind me, I gently carded my fingers through the curly blond hairs at the nape of his neck. His warm face pressed into the side of my throat, my shoulder raising from the tiny tickles caused by his hot breath beating out shallowly against me as my eyes softly fluttered closed. Nuzzling my face against his, I smiled dreamily into his emanating warmth as his arm cradled tight around my middle.

Peeling my eyes open as I felt him press his lips to my skin, he peeked up at me through his heavy lidded stare and a smirk tugged ever so slightly at the corners of his mouth. “You are so fucking cute,” I whispered to him, the words faintly slurred from the alcohol as I roughly curled my fingers into the long bits of hair behind his ear.

A laugh rumbled out from his chest against my back, his fingers kneading possessively into the exposed skin of my waist. “And you’re fuckin’ hot,” he mumbled back, keeping his stare on me as he pressed a kiss to the round peak of my shoulder. Sliding my hand over to cup around his cheek, I nudged my nose to his temple and slowly pulled his face up towards mine, my eyes falling closed as he tipped his chin up to press a kiss to my mouth.

Lazy and teasing, his lips curled around my bottom one to ease my mouth open, his wet tongue just barely slipping past. He tasted of Guinness and sugar mint, the heat from his breath filling my mouth as he swept his tongue against mine, tiny obvious whimpers breaking past my lips. The fact that I was kissing him so openly; out in public at a place where we frequent often, a place that anyone we knew could see, it sent this wild surge of recklessness through me that I didn't want to tame.

As his tongue sucked the taste of crisp beer off mine and his big hand began to creep up the front of my body, I held his face tighter into the kiss and let our mouths move freely together, knowing that I should’ve cared. I should’ve cared that people could see us and that they'd find out. But I didn’t, I didn’t care at all. I was on an unmatchable high with Niall, my body foregoing every way that I had taught myself to react around him in public. A indescribable high that shot straight through my body and ricocheted off of Niall just to come forcing its way back to me again.

I kissed him and I meant it. He kissed me and he meant it. I felt him and he felt me and it all meant something bigger than the both of us even knew. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me and spoke to me. The way he made me feel like the most special and important person in the entire world. It had literally changed my life. Niall had changed my life.

I let out another tiny giggle and slowly pulled away from his kiss, licking at my lips as I rolled my head over to the other side. My fingers slipped down the hot skin of his neck as I gently maneuvered my body from his embrace, his grasp on me loosening and sliding away as I stood back in front of him. Turning my head to look over at him, my chin pressed into my shoulder and I gave him a soft smile, playfully scrunching up my nose. He cockily raised a brow as he stared me up and down, nonchalantly lifting his pint glass to his mouth to take a swig.

Rolling my eyes at his mediocre reaction, he let out a snort and set his pint back down on the table, nodding towards my empty glass. “You want another?” he asked me, my teeth scraping over my bottom lip as I stared down at my cup.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile, reaching up to mindlessly twirl at the dark ends of my hair as Niall grabbed the pitcher and began pouring me a fresh one. I finished about half of that pint over the next few minutes, laughing and flirting with Niall over the sound of the music and other loud patrons. I could feel the ghost of his fingers over the side of my bum every so often when I would move slightly between the spread of his legs, just his way of keeping me close and safe. Biting at my lip, I reached over and carded my fingers through the side of his hair, smiling at him before leaning down to press a kiss to his perfect little mouth.

So easy and so blindingly real, I darted my eyes with his before pulling back, my stare suddenly going wide as I realized what song had just started to play. “Oh my God,” I said to him with a soft pat to the exposed part of his upper chest from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. His mouth curled up at the corner from the look on my face as he reached over and gripped around my waist, “I love this song!”

Yanking me into him with a hefty tug at my side, I swung an arm over his shoulder with a garbled laugh as he looked up at me. “You do?”

I gently nodded my head, tilting it slightly to the side as I let my stare drift over his face. We stayed quiet for a moment, my eyes shifting to watch as I lazily slipped my fingers up through the front tuft of his fluffy hair before I felt his big hand lightly fist into the material of my skirt at my lower back.

Locking my stare back with his, his lips lightly parted to let the tip of his tongue just barely peek out. “Wanna dance with me?” he whispered.

My fingers gingerly slid down the side of his hair to sit at his neck, my mouth falling open as I warily glanced around us. “You-...you wanna dance with me here in...in the pub? In front of everyone?”

He breathed out a chuckle, rolling his eyes at my question. “Yes, petal, I wanna dance with you right here in front of everyone,” he said, certainty in his voice.

I pulled in a shaky breath, a smile pulling across my lips as I let it out in a huff. “I’d love to dance with you, Ni,” I whispered back to him, my hand cupping gently around his neck. Biting at his lip, he gave me a nod as he set down his beer and quickly reached up to grab my hand off his skin, curling his fingers into mine as he stood himself up. I stumbled back slightly, the air being held tight in my lungs as my hazy and awe-stricken stare stuck to him like glue. He shot me a confident smile, his brow ticking up as he lead me a little ways out from our table and slung an arm around my middle, tugging my body right up against his.

My arms folded between our chests, his one hand still laced with mine as I gazed up at him, my eyes never once leaving the intoxicating capture of his. I could feel a warmth dispersing through my body, not sure if it was the alcohol or the feel of him against me or both, but it made my throat begin to dry up and I struggled to swallow as I gently curled my fingers into the front of his soft linen shirt. I gasped in a tiny breath as his body began to gradually move with the music, taking mine with him. It was soft delicate sways, our feet barely shifting on the old creaky wooden floors, but it didn’t matter to me at all. My heart was pounding in my chest and my skin tingling, the nerves that I hadn’t felt around Niall in ages, suddenly sparking through me like it was my very first time ever being with him.

Faintly narrowing his eyes at me, the corners of his lips tugged up as he looked over at our entwined hands, slowly bringing them up to his mouth. “You’re shakin’,” he commented softly, his stare flicking to mine as he pressed a tiny kiss to the front of my knuckles. “Relax, baby. It’s just me and you. No one else.”

Gently nodding my head, I breathed out a short nervous chuckle, not being able to actually form any coherent words. Watching as he tenderly kissed over my knuckles again, my eyes settled down at his wrist, my heart skipping a beat as I noticed my black hair tie still encircling it. My lips parted slightly as I slipped my fingers from his for a moment to touch at the band, his stare shooting down to look before I caught his gaze again.

Pushing my fingers back between his, I held onto his hand like my life depended on it, the wavering heat seeping from his skin to mine scattered with the pulses of our racing hearts. I had a billion things flowing through my head, a trillion more feelings and I didn’t know which of them to grab onto and run with. My stare fixated on his, those gorgeous blue eyes which held so much softness and care for me, that could look at me and know exactly what I was feeling, what I needed without even being told. I looked at Niall, letting my brown eyes slowly drift over his face, and could feel my body start to go weak within his arms and my breathing start to slow. He was what calmed me, he was what kept me grounded and made sure I felt safe and protected. He made me laugh without trying, he made me cry without the sadness, he made me more happy than I had ever been in my whole life. He was the one I thought about from the moment I woke up until the moment I went to sleep, he was the one I cared about. He was the one who knew me, inside and out, really knew me better than anyone else. He was the one that I wanted to be with. I looked at Niall, felt his heart beating solid in his chest against my palm, felt his fingers laced tight with mine as our bodies moved back and forth to the low melody of the song. I looked at him and I knew.

I knew in that one split second what I had probably known all along. That I was deeply, unconditionally and madly in love with him.

His big hand splayed at my lower back, keeping my body tucked up against his as a smirk pulled across his lips. He had felt my revelation, read it across my face and I let out a shy giggle, tipping my head down slightly as I blew out a heavy breath. His cheek leaned softly against my temple, my eyes slowly closing as I deeply inhaled the scent of him and felt the pressure of his hand drag up the slope of my back. His touch lit up my skin like a million fireflies as he tenderly curled his fingers around the back of my neck, tangling them in my hair. I slid my bent arm up over his broad shoulder and wrapped it around, tucking my face down into the familiar curve of his throat.

“Des?” he whispered, his mouth just resting at my ear. I felt his calloused fingers rubbing into my balmy skin as I gently nudged my nose across the side of his neck, my parted lips skimming over the soft warm flesh.

“Yeah?”

I felt him swallow hard against my lips and my arm tightened around him, holding him closer to me. “I just, um…I wanna make sure you-...make sure ya know how I feel about ya…”

A sharp breath stalled in my risen chest as I paused my lips on his freckled skin. My mind swirled heavily, intoxication mixed with the uncontrollable weakness I had for him and my eyes rolled back slightly before I managed to gather my breaths. “I know, Ni,” I muttered meekly into his neck as his chin tipped down. “I know exactly how you feel.”

I heard him breathe out a relieved smile into my ear, pressing his face towards mine. “I reckon...this should be our song, yeah?” he whispered. “No matter what, when ya hear it, you think of me. And when I hear it, I’ll think of you.”

My eyes pinched shut at his words, holding back the tears that quickly began to fill the brims. My hand fisted around the collar of his shirt, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulder to steady myself as the heat of my buzz shot rampant through my veins. Slipping his hand from the curl of mine, he reached over and softly cupped around the sides of my head, lifting his face as he gently brought my glassy stare to his once more. I bit at my shaky lip, my head tilting slightly as I darted eyes with him, fully immersing myself in that gorgeous blue that could over power me more than I cared to admit. I couldn’t help but smile, the butterflies going wild in my belly as the dimly lit room grew fuzzy and began to faintly spin around us. “Why’re you so good to me, baby?” I asked him, not sure where the question was even coming from but knew my slightly inebriated state probably has something to do with it.

He scoffed lightly, his head lagging back in a loud chuckle as his fingers pressed into my skin. “Why do you make me feel like the luckiest man on the planet?”

I let out a giggle, shaking my head as he stared back down at me. “Because you are,” I joked. His mouth turned down out the corners, a low snicker blowing out as he rolled his eyes before catching my stare again. “Listen, I’m good to ya, Des, ‘cause you deserve it. You deserve for someone to treat ya like that, not just part of the time...but all the time. Someone should be makin’ you feel special and…loved,” he said quietly, his thumbs carding through the side strands of my dark hair, “and I don’t ever want ya to feel anythin’ less than that, d’ya hear me?”

My lips rolled into my mouth, my head nodding lightly within his grasp and I watched a smile spread over his lips before he leaned in to press his mouth to mine. Breathing heavily into the kiss, he playfully bent me backwards as his lips pushed harder to mine, tucking a strong arm around the small of my waist when my feet began to stumble underneath me. My eyes squeezed shut and I cackled loudly into his open mouth, my hands flailing to grasp at the sides of his neck. He laughed wholeheartedly at my reaction, cupping his large hand around my head as he gently leaned me back up with a sigh.

Resting his forehead to mine, I sucked in a jumbled breath as our eyes locked, his nose barely brushing the side of my own. “You wanna get outta here?”

Slipping my hands down over his shoulders, I lightly rested them at his exposed jutting collarbones as the song came to an end in the background. “Yeah,” I mumbled, my lips just skimming at his, “let’s go.”

Grabbing my hand and giving me a silly little spin, I giggled lightly as he quirked his brows and shuffled us back over to our table. Slapping some money down for the tab, he flicked his eyes over to me and quickly downed his half empty pint before snatching his hoodie off the back of his chair. He didn’t say a word as I followed him out of O’Malley’s, my fingers twisted with his as I tried to keep my wobbly feet as steady as I could. The room was becoming a little blurry around me the faster we walked and I swore the instant Niall opened the pub door and the rush of cold air pelted against my skin, I felt every single ounce of the alcohol I had consumed hit me all at once, like a ton of drunken bricks.

“Whoa,” I mumbled, halting to stop right out front of the building with my hands held out to my sides, desperately trying to regain my balance. Niall stopped beside me, his head cocked over as he stared at me with pulled in brows.

“You alright?” he asked concerned, a hand coming over to faintly rub at my lower back. I tried to shake off the haziness of the neon signs that surrounded us and the blur of headlights as the cars zoomed past, as a chill wrinkled down my spine.

Breathing out an obscure laugh, my teeth chattered a bit in my jaw and I roughly crossed my arms over my chest, a brisk wind blowing past us in the cool late night air. “Yeah, I’m just...I’m just cold,” I told him, my heavy lidded eyes lagging over to look at him.

“Here,” he said, holding out his hoodie, “put this on.”

My brows knitted as I shook my head. “But...no t-then you’ll be c-cold,” I said to him, my voice soft as I stuttered over my words a bit.

He let out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Darlin’, I’ve got like double the amount of clothes on that you do right now,” he quipped, stepping behind me to lay the soft dark blue zip up hoodie over my shoulders. “Take me jacket.”

I flicked my eyes down to the front of my body and mumbled out a ‘thanks’ as I slowly moved my arms to slip down into the sleeves, curling the warm material around my front. Tucking my chin down, my eyes squeezed shut for a moment as I pushed my nose into the material of the collar, slowly drawing in a deep breath. That sweet musky scent of him gently filled my lungs, quietly reminding me that I still very much loved the way he smelled.

Opening my eyes, I gnawed at my lip as I peered back over at him, noticing a smirk on his face.

“What?” I giggled out as he threw an arm over my shoulder and began to walk towards his car, tugging me along with him.

“Nothin’,” he mumbled, a chilly breeze swirling around us and making the buzz of my drinks intensify even more. I flung an arm around his waist and dropped the side of my face against his shoulder, my eyes slowly closing as I trustingly let him lead the way. He breathed out a chuckle, his fingers pressing into my upper arm as he turned his face to push his lips to the top of my head. “Just love seein’ ya in me things, that’s all,” he finally whispered, his voice hushed against my scalp. “You look so pretty.”

I gave him a short chuckle, my eyes peeling open just as we had stepped down from the curb. Niall walked us over to the passenger side of his car, reaching behind me to open the door before easing me down into the seat. Clumsily swinging my feet up into the car, my head tipped back on the seat as I peered over at him, his body half bent into the car making sure my skirt was covering my thighs and all my limbs were safely inside. He looked at me through the tops of his eyes, a smirk curling at his mouth as he leaned up just a bit, flinging his arm up to the sit at the top edge of the car door frame as his other hooked on his hip. “Think ya might be a wee bit wasted there, petal,” he said with a snort.

Rolling my eyes in an exaggerated huff, I shook my head. “Never.”

Niall laughed, stepping back slightly before I flung my head up from the seat and reached out for him. “Niall?” I said, my voice squeaking out.

Glancing back at me, he leaned down again to put himself eye level with me. “Yeah?”

“Thank you,” I whispered, darting my eyes with his.

His brows pulled in slightly, his head tipping as his mouth turned down at the corners. “For what?”

“For showing me-” I paused, the words stuck in my throat like thick gooey molasses as I shifted my eyes down to my lap, dragging them over the dark blue fabric of the hoodie. Looking back up at him, I licked at my lips. “For seeing me. For paying attention to me. For actually giving a shit. For...for being with me because you want to...not-...not because you have to.”

His eyes drifted over my face as my words trailed off and I felt his fingers gently cup around my cheek. “Awe, baby,” he sweetly cooed out with a soft chuckle, sure that my slightly drunken state was making me mumble absurdities, but not knowing that I was fully aware of every single thing I was saying. He let out a soft sigh and a grin pulled at his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to my mouth. I breathed him in as we kissed, foreheads resting together as he slipped his lips away, his nose brushing at mine. I felt his thumb gently trace across my bottom lip as our stares locked.

“Thank you,” I repeated, so softly it felt like just a single breath of air shared between us.

His eyes darted back and forth, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Always, my love,” he whispered back to me.

A smile spread over my mouth and my heart thumped heavy in my chest as he slowly leaned back up, reminding me to buckle up before closing the door. My eyes followed him, as best as my blurry stare could follow, and looked over as he hopped into the driver’s seat next to me. I was glad Niall had only had a few pints, the beer not affecting him nearly a fraction as it was me, though that could also attest to the Irish in him.

We pulled away, my head tipping back to rest on the seat as I kept my eyes completely focused on him. He shot me a smile, one of his bashful ones where his head would dip down and his secret little dimple would make an appearance before putting his attention back on the road. I don’t know why I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, maybe it was just the way he looked; how gorgeous he looked while driving, or just how gorgeous he was in general, or maybe it was the way his forearm tensed as he steered the car, his thumb tapping on the wheel in rhythm with the low beat of the music as his other arm flexed to shift gears. Maybe it was the way he was sitting, legs spread wide and his thighs pushing into the seat as he pressed on the pedals. Maybe it was the waft of his scent that was sitting in my nose and easily spreading to my lungs from his hoodie that was still covering me. Hell, it was probably all of those things put together.

All I knew is that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and, holy shit, did I want him so fucking bad.

Shifting slightly, I reached over and slid my hand across the top of his thigh, my small fingers rubbing lightly at the material of his jeans. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, my eyes fixated at his face as he slowly peered down at my hand and then over to me through the corners of his eyes. “Petal?” he asked curiously, his voice calm but deep in his throat. I hummed out in response, my eyelids getting heavy as I slipped my fingers a tiny bit further towards his inner thigh. “What you doin?”

I sucked in a jumbled breath, my tongue jutting out to lazily run over my lips. “Nothing,” I whispered sweetly, a mischievous smile curling at my mouth, “I wanna blow you.”

Niall let out a snort, his eyes flicking from the road back to my face. “You wanna blow me?” he said, raising his brows as he pointed a finger down to his crotch. “Right...right now?”

I squeezed my eyes shut in a giggle, my head lagging up off the seat rest as I leaned towards him, my hand sliding just a bit closer to where he was slowly growing for me in his pants. My eyes locked in on his, his skin lighting up a bright blue by the luminescent lights on the dashboard within the darkness that surrounded us. “I want your fucking cock in my mouth,” I told him, making sure to emphasize each word perfectly. “I wanna taste you.”

His pink lips parted slightly as he watched the words slip off my tongue, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “Jesus,” he garbled out in a raspy voice, flicking his stare back out to the road as he raised a hand to roughly card through his hair. “You, um, y-you can’t wait til we get..um, home?”

Shaking my head, I let a smirk pull at my lips. “Nope,” I breathed out as I slid my hand right over his crotch, the bulge pressing taut against the material of his jeans clearly evident that he also couldn't really wait. “Mmm, seems like you can’t wait either,” I remarked, my palm rubbing along his hardened length. My eyes stay glued to his, watching as his body tensed and shuddered under my touch. “You’re already so hard for me, big boy…”

His eyes rolled slightly as he huffed out a chuckle. “I’m always fuckin’ hard for you,” he spit out, peering over at me. I let a soft giggle fall off my lips as my hand pressed across him again, his cock twitching slightly as the heel of my palm hit at the sensitive tip. “Fuck,” he breathed out, his fingers curling tight around the steering wheel the more I traced his length with my hand. “Alright then, petal, you win. Go on…”

I let out a tiny squeal at my victory and unlatched my buckle, his head tipping back in a puffed out grin as I carefully slid my open hand over his length one more time. Twisting my body, I leaned over the armrests and undid his seatbelt, both of my hands immediately going towards his lower tummy as my face practically sat flush with his ever growing bulge. I could hear him blowing out heavy breaths above me, a smile on my face as the fingers of my one hand grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pushed it up as the others fumbled with the button on his jeans.

My nails gently scraped across his tummy as I kept his shirt up, his skin scorching hot as I finally pulled down his zipper, spreading his pants open as wide as my shaky fingers could manage. I giggled out as my eyes dragged over the sight of him, straining for me against his boxers, a wet spot having formed on the white material as the heat between my legs began to pulsate. Just the thought of him in my mouth, the slightly salty taste of him on my tongue was eating through me like a burning wildfire. I licked at my lips, my mouth watering as I took the tip of my finger and gently ran it over the outline of his tip and across the wet patch. He hissed lightly and I smirked wickedly at his reaction, doing it once more before tucking my fingertip into the top hem of his boxers and swiftly yanking it down just enough to reveal the gorgeous pink head of his cock. He twitched faintly against his lower stomach, the skin a bright red and slippery and I leaned down to softly slide my tongue right along his leaking slit.

Niall let out a low moan, my eyes pressing closed as I lapped across the shiny wet tip, savoring in the delicious taste of his precome as it gathered on my tongue. He smelled fucking incredible; musty with arousal, the scent of sweat and worn off cologne stinging my nose as I pulled in a deep breath and wrapped my lips around the exposed head of his cock. I heard a hushed ‘shit’ sputter from his mouth, my lips curling into a grin around him as I very lightly sucked at the head.

Feeling his slim hips roll up towards me to beg for more, I hummed out and carefully flicked my tongue up under the ridge of his tip, sucking just a bit harder. His forearm brushed over my shoulder blades, grabbing at the stick beside me as he struggled to shift gears before I felt the soft drag of his fingers running up through my dark hair. He gathered a bit in his fist, holding it up out of the way as he flicked his eyes down to watch. My free hand was splayed just below his bellybutton and I could hear the jagged breaths he was straining to take in as I opened my eyes and peeked up at him through the corners.

He was fully staring down at me, eyes big and pupils blown dark with his turned down mouth parted just enough to let my name slip sweetly past his pink lips. My tongue lagged out over his slit again and I smiled before giving him a generous suck right at his tip. His eyes rolled back as the car jerked fiercely to the right, both of us startled as I slipped my mouth off of him and flicked my eyes up towards the window.

“I’m...shit, I’m, uh-...I’m gonna hav’ta pull in…” he stammered, quickly checking his mirrors as he licked at his lips and pulled the car over alongside a curb. Throwing the car into park, he kept it running as he roughly carded both his hands up through my hair, bunching it all up into his fists to pull it away from my face. Hopping up to my knees in my seat to give myself better access to him, I bent over again and yanked the hem of his boxers all the way down to sit right up under his balls, my fingers letting go and wrapping firmly around his thick shaft.

Wasting no time, I put him in my greedy little mouth, my wet lips pressing onto the soft skin of his cock as I slid him against the flat of my tongue. I started to bob on him, my mouth sucking loudly as my hand messily stroked him to meet my lips. I could feel his body rocking with my movements, my hot spit sliding down over his veiny length as the slurping noises mixed with his tiny whimpers easily filled the small space of the car. He tasted so good, the weight of his cock on my tongue making me whine in delight as I worked him harder, sucking and licking at him.

Loosening my grip, I slipped my fingers down to sit around the base of his cock, my lungs expanding as I popped off of him to draw in a deep breath, his grip tightening into my hair. I could hear his staggered breaths panting out against me, his chest heaving as he silently, but eagerly watched me. I peered down at him, rock hard, swollen and slick with my spit and swallowed hard before softly licking a teasing strip right across the head, his hips jerking up as I giggled and obediently opened my mouth.

Pinching my eyes shut, I pushed him all the way down my throat, a burning feeling rippling all the way through my chest as my mouth stretched around his thickness. His nails scraped at my scalp, a low hiss pulling in between his clenched teeth as I held him as deep as he could go, my nose practically buried into his dark pubic hair, wet and matted down by my work on him.

Groaning out as I slipped him from my constricted throat and sucked roughly at the sensitive tip, he threw his head back to the seat, his warm body tensing up under me as I continued to blow him. My hand stroked as my mouth sucked, every so often pushing him back down into my throat again as I arched my back and let my ass sit high in the air.

My inhibitions were gone, absolutely nonexistent when it came to Niall as satisfied hums vibrated out from my throat and I twisted my wrist into the steady strokes, fervently running my tongue up and down his shaft to trace the veins. He trembled under me, my fingers curling into the skin of his stomach as his cock throbbed uncontrollably against the flat of my tongue. I was frantic with wanting him to come, wanting to taste everything he had to offer me, everything I knew he could give me.

Hearing Niall let out a low moan, I felt one of his hands untangle from my hair, his other grabbing at the fallen pieces as his fingers ran down the arched curve of my spine. My breath hitched solid in my chest, my body falling still for a moment as I anticipated the touch of his hot skin to mine. Carefully grasping at the bottom hem of my skirt, I choked out a breath as he flipped it up over my ass, revealing my bum and my black thong underneath.

My mouth paused at the pulsing head of his cock, my swollen lips sliding over the wetness as my eyes eased open and my hips slowly rocked back and forth. Feeling his massive palm press into my heated skin and slowly slip over the round of my backside, my eyes fluttered closed again from the feeling, my lips parting to gently sink him back into my hot mouth. He ran his hand across my tender flesh, groping roughly before grabbing at the back of my thong and pulling it to the side, his fingers sliding greedily down my wet center. Easily finding my opening and with no warning, he slipped two of his thick fingers inside me, the action causing a shallow cry to rumble up from my throat and spill out over him. He cursed out from the faint vibration and thrust his hips up slightly in reaction, his cock pushing down my throat and making me gag around him.

Tears filled the edges of my eyes and I squeezed them tighter, my fingers wrapping more solid around him as I pulled him from my mouth to gasp for a breath. Jerking him with my hand, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip as his fingers worked me harder, pumping and hooking up inside me. I let out a broken cry, my body rocking towards his hand as I drew in a breath and slid him back into my mouth.

I sucked harder at him, my wrist twisting tight into the fast strokes as my tongue flicked across his head. I could tell he was close, his breathing erratic and strained, pushing past his parted mouth as he swallowed back tiny whimpers. His fingers kept fucking me, the combined sounds of our arousals echoing through the sticky air of the car as I struggled to keep myself concentrated on my own task of making him come.

“Holy fuck,” he finally mumbled out between choppy breaths, his body curling up with every pass of my tongue over his tip. My eyes lagged open, adjusting to the darkness of the night as I slowly turned my face and looked up at him. I didn’t stop sucking on him, my stare locked with his as I worked him as best I could, my mouth and throat beginning to fall sore. “Jesus, baby,” he said to me, his half lidded eyes dragging over my face and the span of my body to fixate at my bum as he licked across his lips, watching his fingers fuck into me. “That feel good, yeah? Feel good in that perfect little cunt of yours?”

His stare shot back to mine as my spit coated lips wrapped firm around the ridge of his swollen cock, giving him a heavy suck. His eyes fluttered before I nodded slightly at him, my strokes becoming sloppy as I struggled to catch my breaths and keep a steady rhythm. I felt his fist clench firmly in my hair as he watched me. “Like suckin’ me fuckin’ cock, don’t ya?” he growled out, his accent rough and heated from his chest. “Lookin’ so fuckin’ pretty with your lips ‘round me…”

My eyes rolled back as his fingers buried deeper inside me, the tips flicking up as he rocked his hips towards my face. “That sweet mouth and that pretty pussy...savin’ it all for me, yeah?” Waves of heat rolled through my body, pooling at my lower tummy as I moaned out around him, the words that were grumbling out of his mouth edging me on more than I ever thought they would. I was all his. No matter who I went home to at night, every single part of me belonged to him. And he fucking knew it.

Tugging at my hair, he pulled my lips off his dick with a smack, strings of spit falling. My eyes shot wide open as he brought my face up to his and pushed a rough kiss to my mouth. My hands stayed firmly attached to him, his fingers still fucking into me as he twisted his hand tighter into my unruly hair and let his tongue slip over mine. His lips dragged me into the frantic kiss like quicksand, pulling me under and scratching at my lungs as I begged for breath and I couldn’t help but let my body quiver wildly against him. I cried out against his tongue as his fingers went faster, pushing deeper into me before I hastily pulled away and bent back down, easily sliding his cock back into my hot overused mouth. He moaned loudly, the sound garbled against my ears as he threw his head back to the seat and pinched his eyes closed.

I became messy and sloppy with my assault on him, slurping my tongue over his shaft and sucking my way down to his balls. My hand stroked him as I rolled my tongue around his balls and pulled them one by one into my mouth, sucking lightly. His body jerked from the sensation, his stomach tensing and I could feel the muscles of his abs twitching under my touch. I pressed my palm against his hot skin, drifting my stare down his bared throat, gleaming with sweat as his rapid pulse thumped at the side of his neck. Sliding my mouth back up his shaft, I popped him back in and pushed him down my throat once more, his body coiling up as I slowly pulled him almost all the way out before stopping to suck harshly right at his tip.

Flicking my eyes up to him from the corners, he brought his chin down as his dark eyes fixated at me, his face flushed pink with a slight dampness shining over his skin. Breathing out a few inaudible curse words, his brows started to pull in as he watched me, his puffy mouth gradually falling open as his cock became rigid and more swollen within my grasp and I knew he was so very close. I stroked him just a bit faster, concentrating at his tip as I kept my lips wrapped around him and sucked harder, flicking my tongue across the sensitive skin.

His body shook as he neared his release, his fingers slowing their pumping inside me as his chest rose in a held breath and his stomach tensed firm under my fingertips. Slipping his cock from my mouth, I locked eyes with him as I laid my tongue out flat, gently resting the head of his cock against it and continued to jerk my fingers over him, squeezing gently as I worked him right over the edge.

“F-fuck,” he grunted out, his eyes pinching shut as his head rolled back to his shoulders. His body shuddered, a loud groan pushing from his throat as the spurts of his thick white load shot out to cover across my tongue, a bit catching on the corner of my mouth.

My name slipped lazily past his lips, his body crashing against me in heavy staggered breaths as my fingers rippled over his over sensitive tip, milking every last drop of his orgasm from his spent cock. His cum was hot, bitter on my tastebuds but I held it on my tongue as I stared up at him, his chest heaving as he slowly opened his blue eyes and looked back down at me. My fingers stalled around him, just barely gripping around his semi hard cock as I let a tiny smile curl at the corners of my mouth. He darted his stare with mine, fucked out and wasted as I felt the faint slow pull of his two fingers from my soaking wet center. A shiver fell over my body, and I watched as he brought his fingers over to my mouth, gently using the tip of one to swipe up the missed bit of his come that had started to drip off the corner of my lips.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he pushed his used fingers into my open mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as I wrapped my swollen lips around his thick fingers and slowly sucked off the mixed taste of him and I. Swallowing it down as my tongue flicked over his fingertips, he pulled them from my mouth as my eyes eased back open to see a smirk pull across his face.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, grabbing around the back of my neck to swiftly yank me up into another kiss. His lips encompassed mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth to taste at what was left of us and I whimpered against his lips as my fingers grasped around the sides of his neck.

I felt him suck in a jumbled breath, his nose brushing at mine as he nipped at my bottom lip and slowly pulled away. A smile crept over my lips and I gently licked at them, savoring the salty bitter taste of his release that remained as I peered at him.

Reaching up his hand to push away at some of my dark hair that had stuck to my forehead, he cupped his big hand around my face and I nuzzled towards his touch as the corner of his mouth tugged up. “How ‘bout we get ya home,” he whispered, voice rattling deep from his chest, “so I can proper finish ya off, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I squeaked out, my voice rocky in my intensely sore and used throat. He breathed out a chuckle, pressing another kiss to my mouth before I slipped myself back into my seat, adjusting my skirt as I redid my buckle.

I watched him push himself back into his pants, my teeth sinking into the swollen skin of my bottom lip as the wetness that drenched my panties grew cold between my legs. But I didn’t care, I loved the way he made me feel, I loved that he could do that to me. And I couldn’t wait to get back to my place so he could fuck the ever living shit out of me.

His hands were all over my body as I jiggled the key into the lock, giggles spilling out of my mouth from the feel of his tongue licking across the curve of my neck. The door clicked open and I spun around, hooking my arms over his shoulders, my mouth firmly attaching to his as I tugged him inside the dark space of my flat. The lights were all off, of course with Liam not being home and a chuckle pushed from his throat as I slammed him up against the wall next to my closed front door, his big hands gripping at my hips and fisting roughly at the material of his hoodie.

My fingers carded up through his hair, my body pressed to his and rutting up against him as the heat began to build between my legs once again. My lips moved with his, swallowing his breaths and whining helplessly against his tongue. Feeling his hands edge down over the round of my ass, he bent me back slightly in the kiss, a laugh sparking off my tongue as he nibbled playfully at my lips and his hands crept up under my skirt.

Gasping in a low breath, I gripped my small hand around the side of his face, his dark stubble prickling the skin of my palm as I blindly threw my free hand out to the wall, fumbling to find the light switch. Kissing me harder, his fingers slid up between my thighs right as I flipped the lights on and felt Niall go still.

I grabbed around his face with both hands, attempting to kiss him some more. He was frozen, not moving an inch and I slowly dragged my lips over his chin to his neck, licking across the sticky skin as I rocked my hips towards his. “Des,” Niall whispered lowly, my mind too focused on anything but getting him to touch me some more.

“Why’d ya stop?” I whined out weakly, my hot breath beating out against his neck causing a path of goosebumps to appear under the warm lag of my tongue. “Please...touch me, Niall…”

“Dessie!” Niall whispered, more stern this time as he quickly moved his hands to my shoulders, forcefully pushing my body away from his. My eyes shot open, stunned by his actions as I stared at him with a furrowed brow, my mouth falling open.

He looked at me, his eyes wide, his chest heaving as he swallowed hard and flicked his stare over my shoulder. Feeling the wind practically getting knocked from my lungs, my heart stopped cold in my chest as I knew exactly what was wrong. I could feel the hot tears already filling the brims of my eyes, the sting of a thousand knives slicing through my stomach and every ounce of alcohol that had been coursing through my system stripped away as I continued to peer up at Niall, too scared to turn around.

Swallowing back the sick that was rapidly rising from the twisted pits of my stomach, I forced myself to look over my shoulder, my eyes pinching shut as I instinctively reached out to grab at Niall’s hand.

I squeezed my fingers around his two smaller ones, my eyes slowly peeking open to see Liam, just casually sitting on the sofa. I tried to catch my breath, tried to choke out a word, tried to keep the tears from streaming down my face as he sat slumped back in the couch, his cold stare boring right through me. “Liam...” was all that I could muster through choppy gasps of air and soft tears. I watched through my glassy stare as Liam pushed himself up from the couch, silent as he ran his hand over the top of his head and stared down at the ground. Perching his hands on his hips, his jaw clenched over to the side as he finally looked back over at the both of us, my stare shooting down as I felt Niall slowly peel his fingers from my tightened grasp.

“So,” Liam began, his voice strangely calm as he stepped over the two of us, my eyes flicking back up to him. I shook my head at him, almost as if I was pleading with him that none of this could possibly be true, that he didn’t just catch Niall and I making out against the wall of our living room. No, this was all a terrible wicked dream. “What? Did ya think I wasn’t gonna find out?” he continued, raising his brows at me as my chin trembled and the hot tears slowly began to slide down my cheeks. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

“No,” Niall piped up, his voice low.

Liam stepped closer to me, his eyes locking solid on mine. “What about you, huh? Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Dessie? Do you?”

I hesitantly shook my head at him, my lips pressing in a line. “No, n-no,” I breathed out.

His stare flicked over my shoulder to Niall, the rage behind his eyes increasing with each second that he looked at him. “Seeing pictures of you on some stupid fucking golf website practically snogging the face off her. What the fuck, man?” he bellowed out.

“And you,” he spit out, pointing at me, “how much longer would you’ve let this go on, huh? Going behind my back? What.. until you ended up fucking pregnant by him or some shit and he left your ass...leaving me to fucking clean up his mess?”

“Liam!” I squeaked out, my head shaking at him.

“I didn’t wanna-...Jesus!” he yelled out, pacing around in a circle as he ran his hands through his hair and cursed under his breath, his struggle to keep himself calm clearly running thin. “I didn’t wanna believe that my best fucking mate and my girlfriend of two goddamn years – two fucking years, Dessie – could possibly ever be fucking behind my back!” I watched as his face began to grow red, the anger boiling fast through his veins as he strained to control himself. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do. Nothing could make this right and all I could do is stand there and listen to him, my knees begging to buckle under me as a dizziness plagued my entire body. “Is this a joke?” he continued, forcing out a laugh that sent chills down my spine. “This is some sick fucking joke, yeah? Ya’ll are playing some game with me?”

My eyes darted over his face “ ‘Cause I know,” he paused, his voice raging louder, “ ‘cause I fucking know, neither of you would ever do this to me for real...”

“Liam, please it’s not–” I choked out in a whisper.

He stepped up flush to me, his face mere inches from mine. “You shut the fuck up, Dessie!” he shouted out to me, his anger filled eyes darting with mine as his face contorted with rage. My eyes squeezed shut as I finally let out the cries that I had been forcing myself to hold back, my body going weak as I crumpled to the floor, falling into a crouched position at his feet. My head hung as my back heaved in heavy sobs, my knees tucked to my chest as I covered my face with my hands. I felt the familiar tender touch of Niall’s hand reach over and caress lightly at my back.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Liam shouted at him, his voice echoing loud off the walls of our flat as the sting of Niall’s fingers retracting from my skin made my cries pulse out even stronger. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her! You know what, Niall? Fuck you, man, fuck you! You are a fucking coward, ya know that? You’re a pathetic, bitch ass coward who can’t get a fucking girl of your own so you have to go behind my back and fuck mine!”

“Liam, c’mon mate, you’re just upset...it...it wasn’t like that–”

“What?” Liam scoffed, his voice rough as he spoke to Niall. “You weren’t fucking her? What? What were...were you guys just...just fucking playing Scrabble? What, bro, what did you lose something up her skirt five fucking minutes ago?” I peeked up through my tears to see Liam cross his arms over his chest, his eyes glaring over me at Niall. “What? Is it…is it love, mate? Do you two fucking love each other now?”

I felt a sharpness pierce through my heart, my mouth falling slack as strained to catch my breath through my strangled sobs. No one said a word. Not Liam, not Niall.

“Liam,” I mumbled, staring up at him, “No–”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” he yelled to Niall, my words not even even registering with him, “I never want to fucking see you again. I don’t want to hear from you, I don’t want to know you and you are not to come near her again, you fucking got that? Mate? Never again. We’re fucking through, Niall.”

My mouth hung open in silence, my heart pounding out of my chest as my mind desperately tried to wrap around what the fuck was happening right now. “Get the fuck out!” he shouted.

“Okay...okay,” Niall whispered, the sweet sound of his voice making my heart bleed and my head turn to peer up at him. I caught the sight of his blue eyes as he slowly looked down at me, bloodshot and full of loss and I struggled with wanting to reach out and grab onto him. He couldn’t leave. He couldn’t leave me. Please, Niall don’t leave me–

“Don’t you dare fucking look at him, Dessie!” The sound of Liam’s anger ripped me from my thoughts, my eyes shooting back over to his. “I swear to God, don’t you fucking dare…”

I heard the quiet creak of our front door opening, the sound of it closing making my eyes fall closed as a stream of tears slipped down over my pink cheeks. He was gone.

Niall was gone.

Shaking my head slightly, I dropped my face back into my hands as I heard a frustrating huff push out of Liam’s mouth. “I can’t fucking believe you,” he grumbled out. “I can’t...I can’t even look at you right now.”

My body slumped over and I heard his heavy footsteps thud against the hardwood floors as he walked off towards our bedroom. My shoulders sagged forward as I sat in a lifeless lump on the floor, just letting the tears fall aimlessly from my reddened eyes and gasping in shaky breath after shaky breath. What have I done? Dear God, what have I done?

My mind flipped between Niall and Liam, flipped between the boy that I had loved and the boy that I had grown to love. I had ruined my life, I had ruined Niall’s life and most of all, ruined Liam’s life. How can I be so selfish? How could I have let it go this far? How could I ever….how could I ever stopping loving him?

Sucking in a deep breath, I had sat on the floor in front of my front door for what seemed like forever, my head spinning in thought filled circles as the cries came and went. Finally picking my listless body up off the floor, I slowly shuffled towards the bedroom as I dried underneath my eyes with the sleeves of Niall’s jacket, determined to fix the only thing I possibly had left in my life.

Turning the corner of the half wall, I stepped into the room to see Liam sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands were crossed at his thighs, his head hanging down. I stopped a few feet away from him, my teeth gnawing at my lip as I shakily sniffed back my tears, my eyes flicking up to the ceiling to try and stifle the cries that suddenly wanted to creep back up. “I’m...I’m so sorry, Liam,” I managed to say, my voice meek in a hushed whisper.

He stayed quiet, my eyes slowly filtering down the wall of windows behind our bed to focus back on him. I watched as he raised his head and looked over at me, his brown eyes, which had been filled with so much anger, now gone eerily soft. “How long?” he asked, my brows pulling in.

My lips parted as I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. “Babe–”

“Dessie, how long?” he repeated, his voice raising louder.

“I-..I don’t know,” I said lowly, shaking my head, “a few months? Since...Mullingar…”

“So...” he paused, his eyes wincing a bit as he swallowed, “so, you’ve, uh, fucked him more than once then?” My eyes lagged away from his stare, not being able to look him straight on as I tucked my chin down into my hunched shoulder. “Jesus Christ. How many times?”

“Liam,” I muttered, “I...don’t know–”

“How many times did you fuck him, Dessie?” he snapped at me, my stare shooting back to his.

“I don’t know!” I snipped back, holding out my hands as my head shook.

“What do you mean you ‘don’t know’?” he shouted, “How do you not know how many fucking times you spread your legs for him?”

My lips rolled into my mouth at the sting of his words as I flicked my eyes around the room. “Because I wasn’t keeping count, Liam, okay, that’s...that’s not what it was about!”

“What it was about?” Liam scoffed as he copied my words, my eyes meeting his. “If you weren’t just fucking him, then what was it about? Huh? Was it more than him just pounding into you behind my back?”

“Liam, please...” I begged him, the ruthlessness of his comments shredding my heart more than it already was.

He shook his head, his brows pulling in. “Do you have feelings for him, Dessie? Do you like...like fancy him now?”

I took in a deep breath. “No,” I forced myself to say.

“Do you love him?”

I swallowed hard and dropped my stare to my feet as the room grew deathly silent between us. My heart twisted in my chest, cutting off the blood as it thumped and built up, about to burst under the pressure of my thoughts of him, my feelings being ripped apart right in front of me. My dry throat constricted tight around the words I wanted to say, almost as if my own body was preventing me from saying what my heart truly felt. “No,” I whispered, the word barely forming on my tongue, “I...I love you. I’ve always loved you…”

Liam shook his head, pressing his elbows to his knees and he let his face fall into the cups of his palms. “My fucking best mate, Dessie…” he stammered out, “Jesus, how could you do this?”

He turned his face to look back over at me, the rims of his eyes wet as his forehead rested on the tips of his thumbs. My chin began to tremble again, the sight of him, so upset and so hurt, it made me feel sick. “I’m sorry, Liam,” I told him, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, “I’m so so sorry.”

“I just don’t...I don’t get it,” he said to me, his eyes pressing closed briefly. “I thought we were...I mean, I knew it had gotten stressful with my work and everything, but I...I thought we were happy…”

“We were! We are…”

“Then why?”

My lips parted as I tried to answer his question, my head struggling to find the words. I reached up to tuck some hair behind my ear as I pulled in a shaky breath. “I don’t know,” I said honestly, “You were gone all the time–”

“So this is my fault?” he shot back, dropping his hands.

“No,” I said, shaking my head and rolling my eyes in a shallow huff, “no, that’s not what I’m saying! It’s not your fault. I just-...I felt...forgotten, like, you were leaving me and…I was lonely and I know that’s not an excuse…”

“Why him, Dessie?” Liam asked, his voice low.

My eyes shifted across the top of our duvet, my mind spiraling at a hundred miles an hour as I screamed reasons as to ‘why Niall’ over and over in my head. Why Niall? Why Niall? There were a trillion good reasons as to why Niall, but as I looked back over at Liam, none of them seemed good enough. None of them were a good enough reason to break his heart any more than I already had. “Because he was there,” I spoke up softly, “but I take all the blame, Liam, it was all my fault, okay? Because I knew he liked me and then when I kissed him–”

“Wait, he fancies you?” Liam asked, cutting me off, “and...and you kissed him?”

“Liam, listen, none of that matters now, okay, none of it,” I told him, licking my lips as I stared at him, “I just….I just wanna forget everything and….just go back to how we were…”

He let out a scoff as he shook his head. “How we were? You mean when you decided to screw my mate behind my back?”

“Liam, please,” I pleaded, the tears beginning to well back up in my eyes as I slowly took a step towards him. “Please, I’m so so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. That was never my intention. I love you, I love you so much, I’m so sorry. Please…”

I saw his chin start to tremble as he listened to me, as he watched the tears stream down the sides of my face and stain the skin of my cheeks, as he listened to me beg and plead with him to forgive me. I saw him showing me a tiny bit of forgiveness, a tiny fraction of acceptance and I held a breath in my chest as I waited for him to say something back.

His brown eyes dragged away from mine as he stared straight ahead, clenching his jaw as he clasped his hands under his chin. “I think you should sleep on the couch tonight,” he mumbled, not even giving me another glance.

Swallowing hard as I shakily nodded my head, I didn’t have it in me to argue anymore as my eyes shifted over my shoulder and I turned around, slowly walking back out to the lounge. Grabbing the extra blanket off the back of the couch, I eased myself down on my side, curling my legs up to my chest as I spread the blanket out over me and pushed the side of my face down into one of the throw pillows.

I quietly sobbed to myself as I laid there, soaking the pillow with my tears as I used my fingers to gently curl the collar of Niall’s hoodie up around my face. Breathing in deep breaths, I let the worn scent of him slowly fill my lungs and calm me enough to eventually drift off to sleep, completely unsure as to what the next day would bring.

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