Chapter 39

Chapter 39:

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 50:

“Well... there is something that you owe me...” Niall smirked.

“And what is that..?” I mused; flashing him a smile. He chuckled.

“A ki-“

Niall’s sentence was interrupted by something suddenly crashing into me from behind; knocking both Niall and I to the ground. I felt a heavy weight on my chest and opened my eyes to see Harry staring down at me. Less than a second later he was hauled off of me by Louis. Louis looked more than pissed and shot me an apologetic look.

...

Damn it.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry you guys! I tripped and... well, you know the rest...” Harry mumbled; scratching the back of his head and looking embarrassed. Louis grabbed him by the shirt and hissed something into his ear. Harry’s eyes went wide and he took a staggered step back. He turned to Louis and whispered something back in response. I stopped paying attention to the two of them and zoned out. Niall’s last words were ringing through my head; drowning out everything else.

“A kiss.”

I had no doubt in my mind that that was what he’d been in the middle of demanding. I shot my glance over to him only to see that he was already on his feet. He smiled down at me and held a hand out to me to offer to help me up. I took it and stood up; not breaking my eyes away from his. He let go of my hand and started walking back towards our table.

“W-Wait...” I stammered.

Why is he leaving?

Niall glanced over his shoulder and winked back at me before heading back towards the table again. I had no choice but to follow him. I wasn’t letting him out of my sight again. We sat down and said hello to the others and were shortly joined by Harry and Louis. Everyone started chatting happily away and I zoned out once again.

What is going on..? I don’t even understand what happened between Niall and I just now... He was definitely about to ask for a kiss, wasn’t he..?

I shot a sideways glance at him only to see that he was laughing happily at something one of the others had said. I clenched my fist under the table.

He’s acting like nothing happened... Did I read him wrong? Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way after al-

Suddenly I felt a hand cover my fist and squeeze it tight beneath the table. I glanced down and followed the hand up to find that it was Niall’s. He was still talking to the others; not breaking his attention away from their conversation. I stared back at him with a mixture of confusion and shock plastered across my face. He shot a very quick sideways glance at me and I felt his fingers slowly nudge my hand open and intertwine themselves with mine. When it actually sunk in I smiled like an idiot and gave his hand a squeeze. He tensed and turned to face me, and when our eyes finally met again and he saw me smiling, he turned bright red. He shifted his attention back to the others and squeezed my hand back.

-          Niall’s POV -

Day 50:

I was chatting to Zayn when I suddenly caught sight of that stupid waiter again. I’d managed to avoid him earlier on the dance floor by coming back to the table, but he’d found us again. His eyes were locked onto Liam as he smiled and walked over to our table; balancing a tray of shots on his hand.

“Here, these are on the house!” He cheered; placing the shots down in front of each of us. He winked at Liam and I squeezed Liam’s hand tighter under the table.

You’re too late, he’s mine.

Everyone reached for their shots and we were about to throw them back when something caught my eye.

There was something white in the bottom of Liam’s shot glass.

“Three! Two!-“ Everyone started counting down.

NO, WAI-

“One!” Liam and everyone else threw back their shots and with only a millisecond to think, my body reacted on its own and flung itself at Liam. Obviously hitting him in the face or knocking him over so that he coughed his drink back up would’ve been smarter but no, my body decided that apparently if Liam was going to die then it was at least going to kiss him first.

I fisted my hands around Liam’s shirt and yanked him close; forcing my lips onto his, and somehow actually achieved what I’d set out to do. Liam kind of just choked on his tequila and coughed half of it back at me. Which was enough. Until I realised that nothing solid had slipped from his lips and that I needed to go further.

Please keep in mind here that I’m an idiot and that a few milliseconds is a very bad time frame for in which me to think.

I shoved my tongue practically down Liam’s throat and groaned against his lips when I felt his tongue up against mine, but that’d have to wait. Because surprisingly enough now I could feel something sharp against my cheek and was realising that I’d now gotten the damn thing in my mouth instead and that I needed to pull back before I swallowed it just so I could kiss Liam a bit more.

Liam’s hands pushing to my chest thankfully helped with that.

I was sent flying back and flopped back down into my seat, and of course when I had to look up from Liam’s hands and see everyone at our table gaping back at me, I gasped.

And managed to swallow the fucking pill myself.

...did I mention before that I’m an idiot?

But my shocking stupidity and idiotic reflexes would have to wait because I was now leaping from my seat and bolting for the bathroom.

I burst through the door of the first stall that I could get to and locked myself in, before throwing myself in front of the toilet, sticking my fingers straight down the back of my throat, and trying to force my body to heave the stupid pill back up. Sadly though I tried and tried but nothing happened. My body just couldn’t do it.

Well, at least if I live through this Liam will be happy about my lack of a gag reflex.

Oh god, now I was panicking that I wouldn’t get to live through this. Because I had no idea what that prick of a waiter had slipped Liam and I could have an allergic reaction to it or I could just plain pass out where I’m standing and not be able to tell the others what’s actually wrong before it’s too late and-

I remembered the smile that that stupid waiter had had on his face and I screamed out and punched the wall. I was about to kick the door and punch that too when I heard Liam’s voice call out from the other side:

“You alright..?” Liam asked softly.

I winced.

He was worried about me.

And I couldn’t even tell him why.

Mostly because he’d be angry at me and partly because I was too embarrassed to admit that I’d actually inhaled the damn thing, but also because my lips are already tingling and I don’t trust myself not to accidentally bite my tongue.

I’m an idiot, remember?

And I don’t care if it sounds stupid. I still had my pride. I could lie my way out of this stall and get to the exit and call myself a cab to the hospital, and Liam would never have to know. (That I’m an idiot.)

I realised I hadn’t answered Liam and struggled to find an excuse:

“U-Umm... y-yeah... Just feeling a little dizzy right now...” I mumbled; unlocking the door and lifting my gaze from the floor to meet Liam’s. My heart almost stopped. He was staring back at me with a look that I didn’t recognise. That honestly scared me more than whatever I’d just taken at that moment.

I pulled a fake smile and patted Liam on the shoulder before walking over to the sink and splashing some water on my face. If I could just get my lips to work properly and manage to lie my way to the exit then I’d be emergency room bound. I glanced up at the mirror and saw that Liam was still staring at me with that same look. That didn’t help my panic.

“Hey Liam..?” I murmured. He looked at me through the mirror and I turned to face him. I reached out and grabbed his hand in mine and smiled up at him. “...promise me that you won’t leave me.”

Liam squeezed my hand and smiled back at me, and just like that I was already kind of losing focus.

I had this horrible feeling in my stomach and I knew that I should be running but Liam was here and he wanted me and why on Earth would I run from that? Surely one dance would be fine, right? I could flee off to the hospital afterwards.

Yep, the idiot (myself) has now been properly drugged and has already lost his sense of reason and really should have eaten something before he came out tonight because there was no way in hell that a pill should be taking affect this quickly but it is and-

"Never." Liam murmured. I breathed a sigh of relief.

...Liam will take care of this idiot either way.

-          Liam’s POV –

Day 50:

I have no clue as to what is going on in Niall’s head. He’s acting more than strange tonight.

First he starts picking up guys, which I’ve never seen him do, then he clings to me for what feels like dear life on the dance floor, then he makes us re-join the others, then he holds my hand under the table, then he fucking sticks his tongue in my mouth out of fucking nowhere, and not to mention the fact that he then ran into the toilets straight afterwards and I’m now listening to him make choking sounds through the door.

...

Should I be offended or..?

Suddenly I heard Niall scream out, then a loud thud. I was more than worried by this point.

“You alright..?” I asked. He was silent for a while.

“U-Umm... y-yeah... Just feeling a little dizzy right now...” He mumbled as he unlocked the door and looked up at me from the floor. I stared back at him; trying to understand what the hell was going through his head, which until now I’d never had to do. I’d thought I’d always be able to understand him, but now I couldn’t, and it was ripping a hole in my stomach.

Niall pulled a smile and patted me on the shoulder before walking over to the sink and splashing some water on his face. I stared back at him; still trying to read him.

This was infuriating.

“Hey Liam..?” He suddenly murmured. Our eyes met and he turned to face me. He reached out and took my hand in his and flashed me a smile. My heart skipped a beat. “...promise me that you won’t leave me.”

Something about the way he’d said that had me worried. I squeezed his hand and smiled back at him; hoping that whatever it was that was bothering him would pass, or that he’d eventually tell me and let me help.

"Never." I murmured. Niall smiled again and pulled me by my hand out of the toilets and back towards the dance floor; stumbling once or twice as he walked. I frowned.

He hasn’t had more than a few beers... he should be able to walk fine...

Once we got to the centre of the crowd Niall stopped and turned to face me, then wrapped an arm around my waist a leant his head against my shoulder. His other hand laid itself on my chest and started massaging one of my pecks in small circles. I held my breath. Niall’s hand slid to my shoulder, then the back of my neck, then he pulled me closer and pressed his lips to my neck. I felt him smile against my skin and I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“...dance with me.” He murmured. When I didn’t respond he smiled wider and twisted in my arms; his hands grabbing onto mine and guiding them to his hips, and leaning the rest of his body right up against mine.

Suddenly the start of ‘Yeah’ By Usher blasted through the speakers and every light in the courtyard cut out. The crowd erupted into cheers as the strobe lights started to flash; turning everything into a slow motion slide show, and I almost passed out when I felt Niall start to roll his body up against mine. He’d already turned to face away from me and was weaving a hand into my hair to pull me closer.

Okay, worrying would have to wait, this was evidently more important.

I gripped his waist tight and started to move back. Everything got kind of out of control from there. Halfway through the song Niall started grinding his ass into my jeans, and I’d honestly just given up on the self restraint. I leant down and kissed his collarbone, and when he moaned and tilted his head and nudged it against mine I groaned back and dragged my lips up the side of his neck. Niall leant right into it and tugged on my hair to urge me on. I groaned again and spread my hands out across his stomach to pull his ass harder up against me. I dragged my lips back down his neck again and started on a love bite just above his collarbone, and had to force myself to breathe when he laid his hands over mine.

The strobe slowed down with the music and I could only catch glimpses of Niall’s face as he slowly twisted in my arms and wrapped one of his around my neck. He touched our foreheads together and I felt him weave his other hand into my hair to pull me even closer. I was gripping bruises into his waist at this point. Time seemed to stop completely around us as we stood there; bodies flushed together, arms around each other, eyes closed as we both nuzzled closer.

After a while Niall opened his eyes and smiled nervously up at me. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I closed my eyes and started leaning closer. I could feel his breath on my lips and I paused once mine were millimetres from his. He nuzzled his nose against mine and I heard him draw in a shaky breath. Now I couldn’t breathe.

“Finally...” Niall whispered.

The song slowly transitioned into Levels by Aviici and suddenly a roar of thunder erupted around us. Rain started to pour down and fill the summer air with humidity as it drenched everything that it touched, and I did nothing but stand there and listen as some of the crowd dispersed from around us and moved under shelter. Neither Niall nor I pulled away from each other.

I’d waited too long for this.

I gripped Niall’s waist even tighter and the very second that the beat kicked in, his lips crashed onto mine.

I think I almost collapsed.

It was soft for about three seconds. Then I was really kissing him, like, with passion and lust and need and feelings and-

Niall groaned against my lips and let me take the lead, and as I nudged his lips apart and pushed forward he wrapped both arms around my neck and clutched his body up against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and clenched his shirt in my hands; clawing and dragging at it and groaning into Niall’s mouth at the feeling of his now completely soaked body that was writhing in my arms. Writhing for me. Niall started to push his way into my mouth instead and when he matted both hands in my hair to pull me closer I started to lose my breath. He sunk his teeth into my bottom lip and went up on his tip toes to completely overpower me. And it was honestly the best feeling in the world because his skin was hot and drenched and his hair had fallen in front of his eyes and his grip on me was so damn tight and I just couldn’t get enough.  

A few moments later I had to sadly pull back for a bit to catch my breath, and as my eyes fluttered open to meet Niall’s and we stood there gasping for air, I took the time to imprint this moment in my mind forever.

He wanted me.

Me.

Niall pulled that same nervous smile back at me and touched his lips to mine again; this time letting them linger when he slowly pulled back to catch his breath some more. I found myself smiling uncontrollably. He let out a soft chuckle and smiled back.

We stood there like that in the rain for what felt like forever. I refused to be the one to pull away first, and when Niall eventually tried to, I wrapped my arms back around him again and hugged him close. Straight away Niall slid his arms around me as well and hugged me back. I wove my hand into his hair and he buried his face in the crook of my neck and smiled into my skin. I held him tight and smiled back.

I had no idea what he felt towards me, but I knew that he felt something, and that was more than I’d ever expected.

Eventually I felt Niall pull away from me and I couldn’t help but notice that something was off. I felt his weight shift and I realised that his legs had gone weak. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d been the one holding him up. I slowly started to let go and he faltered; almost falling to the ground. I wrapped an arm around his waist and held him upright.

Something was definitely off.

That hole in my stomach was starting to rip me apart again.

I held a hand up to Niall’s forehead and almost gasped when I discovered that he was still hot. I’d thought it’d just been from kissing, but if it was, it’d have cooled down by now. Niall smiled back at me and I sighed.

“Let’s get you home.” I murmured.

Within ten minutes I’d gotten our phones from the coat-check room and had given Louis the ticket to hold onto, then another twenty minutes later we’d gotten a cab and were arriving back at the house. Niall had been clinging to me the entire cab ride and I was getting more and more worried by the second. He wasn’t like this when he was drunk. Once I’d paid the driver I scooped Niall up in my arms and carried him into the house, and he just had to nuzzle his face into my neck and rub circles on my chest with his hand the entire way. I got him upstairs and into his bedroom and laid him down on his bed; taking a seat on the edge next to him and brushing his still wet hair from his eyes. He smiled up at me with a look that I didn’t recognise.

“Liaaam, it’s cold... help me get down to my boxers.” Niall murmured.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I tensed up but started hesitantly pulling off his shoes and socks, then his shirt and jeans. I tucked him in and flashed him a smile.

“Better..?” I soothed. He nodded before reaching up and grabbing my shirt and yanking me over him.

“Now you.” He whispered. “...you promised you wouldn’t leave...”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled away from him; undoing my jeans and letting them drop to the floor then pulling my shirt over my head and climbing under the covers next to him. I felt his hand grab mine and once again he interlocked our fingers together. My heart started to race. I rolled to face him and squeezed his hand tight, then closed my eyes and waited for sleep.

Niall apparently had other plans.

I felt the bed shift as he slid closer, then suddenly his lips were trailing along my jaw and he was swinging a leg over me and shoving me onto my back. My eyes shot wide open. Niall squeezed my hand tighter and I gasped when I felt something hard pushing into my stomach. Niall smirked against my neck and grabbed both my hands and guided them to his waist.

“Kiss me Liam.” He murmured. He wove his hands into my hair and found his way back up my neck and along my jaw; pushing his forehead to mine when he got high enough and letting his lips ghost over my own. “I need you so badly.”

That hole was starting to tear my stomach apart once more.

But god who could resist the one you love climbing on you and telling you that?

I gripped Niall’s waist tight and closed the distance between our lips; Niall smiling bright and wide at the touch, and me smiling back just as hard.

That was the only thing sweet about it though. Because once I started nudging my lips against Niall’s he groaned and started grinding against me, and I lost myself from there on out. I groaned back and pushed my way forward into his mouth; taking over the moment our tongues met and forcing Niall to grip my hair and pull me closer. It was like everything I did left him hanging and begging for more. Not even a minute later Niall had to pull back because he was short of breath, but instead of slowing down he sped up. He ran his hands down over my chest and nuzzled into my neck as he gasped and rolled his hips for more.

That feeling was getting worse but I ignored it because god this was the best night of my life tonight.

“Lia-h... Oh god... I need more...” Niall gasped.

I did what I’d been dying to do for weeks now. I slid my hands down and grabbed Niall’s ass; at the same time beginning to roll my hips with his and trail my lips down the side of his neck. I started on a love bite and Niall collapsed on top of me and clung to my shoulders as he squeezed my waist between his legs to encourage me further.

“Ahhh... you belong between my thighs, Liam...” Niall choked. “More... tou-touch me more..!”

Okay something was definitely off.

I mean yeah I’d never touched Niall like this before but I was sure that he wouldn’t be this responsive to it. Like all I’m doing is feeling him up it’s not like I’m sucking him off or anything... yet.

Anyway, something’s wrong.

I rolled us over so that I was on top and kissed up Niall’s neck so that I could look him in the eyes without making myself too obvious. I almost gasped. Niall’s normally bright blue eyes were almost completely black, his pupils now dilated almost all the way.

...did he take something..?

Niall wrapped his legs around my waist and started grinding again, at the same time grabbing the back of my neck and forcing our lips together once more. He clawed his nails down my back at the feeling of us rubbing together and arched his back off the bed and cried out. I hadn’t even realised I was still responding to him. I was still grinding him into the mattress and shoving my tongue down his throat; my hand dragging itself up and down his side and over his ass to make him feel even better.

Shit, my body wasn’t listening to me.

I had to pull back. I didn’t want us to happen like this. But-

“Ahh...”

Niall had pulled back from my lips and was letting himself relax into the pillows. He’d torn his arms away from me as well and had them reached back and grabbing at the headboard. He even relaxed his legs from around my waist and pulled them apart.

“...what are you... what are you... waiting for..?” He gasped. “...take... please take them off...”

I barely even heard him say it. And it had came out all uneven and ragged and his eyes were hooded and his cheeks were flushed and he could barely catch his breath and-

Oh god he didn’t just take something, someone had slipped him something.

I had to get out of here.

I climbed off of Niall and went to run for the door before I took even more advantage of him but he grabbed my wrist before I could. I turned back around and looked down at him hesitantly; unsure that I’d be able to resist whatever he was about to ask of me. I mean I was obviously extremely turned on too.

“...can’t leave me like this...” He breathed. He shifted his legs even wider to highlight the huge bulge in his boxers. My eyes widened.

“...need to feel you... feel you hard up inside of me...” He murmured. He started pulling me towards him again and it took every ounce of strength in my body for me to find the will to pull away. “...n..ow...” He breathed. “...hur..ry...”

As I stood there stalling I found a safe way out. I leant forward and stroked Niall’s hair from his eyes then softly kissed his forehead. He frowned the moment I pulled back.

“All right... just let me get myself cleaned up first.” I murmured. Niall frowned up at me and tightened his grip on my wrist.

“...can’t wait that long...” He argued. “...need you right- right now, Liam...”

Ugh, if I could just get away I could call an ambulance.

“Ni, I gotta go get a condom.” I urged. Dear god I wished I could say that under better circumstances. Niall’s eyes widened and he let go of my wrist.

“...ru..n...” He choked.

And I did. I ran straight out the door and grabbed my phone from the floor as I went. Once I was out in the hallway I pulled the door shut and collapsed against it as I struggled to dial an emergency number but oh joy my phone was drenched from my still soaked clothes and wasn’t letting me select anything on the screen. I rolled my eyes and groaned before running downstairs to grab the house phone but lucky fucking me the line was dead.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, storms.

I had to go back upstairs and grab Niall and get him into the car and take him-

Oh for fuck’s sake I’m over the limit.

...

“Great.” I sighed.

Lucky for me though by the time I thought it was safe enough for me to go back upstairs, Niall had fallen asleep.

I sighed and pulled up a chair.

I'd promised not to leave him.

“...need to feel you... feel you hard up inside of me...”

His voice echoed through my head and I found myself blushing. I bit my finger.

...Shit.

-          Niall’s POV –

Day 51:

I woke up in my room at around one in the afternoon. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there, what I’d been doing last night, or even what day it was. I sat up in my bed and my head started to throb. I checked my phone and discovered that it was Saturday afternoon. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank god it’s only last night that I can’t remember...

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

I hope I didn’t do anything I’m going to regret.