When he pulled me to the bathroom of his room, I had no idea what he had planned to do with me. I was expecting him to fill the bathtub or turn the shower on, but he didn’t. He just looked at me. I didn’t knew what he was expecting me to do. I was completely out of my element.
Last time I was here, I felt loved. Loved like I had never felt before in my life, but being here with him brings up memories of that time when I was leaning against his body in the bathtub. Yet, I think having a second shower is a waste of water. Maybe we could just like, wash out hairs… I need to take a bath before I went to bed anyways so there’s no need to have a second bath here. I don’t want to push his kindness, but I can’t show up in my house with my air like that, my mom would kill me.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, my voice a whisper
He was just looking at me until a side smile appeared on his face. He let go of my hand to grab a bench and put it in front of the sink. He sat and I frowned. What did he wanted me to do? He smiled, a side smile again.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked
“I want you to wash my hair!” He shrugged, wrapping a towel around is shoulders
“Why?” I asked
“Because I’ll feel valued!” He said and I felt my heart tightening inside of my chest, in pain.
Why did he felt like he wasn’t valued. I’m sure he is, he’s friends like him, his family likes him, his fans like him… Damn, I like him! So, so much. I looked down, not understanding why he was acting this way.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, like I can’t make him feel loved… or valued. I’m afraid of not being enough for him and he would get tired of me and… Panic attack. No, just no. He won’t dump you just relax and take deep breaths. But I couldn’t stop feeling sad because of that.
“Here!” He said, grabbing my hand, making circles with his thumb “I’ll go first!” He wrapped the towel he had around his shoulders around mine and carefully walked me to the stool he was sat in.
I sat and, with a hand in my back, he made me lean against the sink. His hands got my hair free from the prison of my hair band and made it fall in the sink. He ran a hand behind my neck, making sure all the hairs were inside the sink and none would be unwashed. I mentally thanked him for that.
And here he is, being caring and cute again and I’m still doubting if I can or can’t make him feel loved. He opened the water, making sure it was warm before he started wetting my hairs.
“I really made a mess here haven’t I?” He asked and I giggled in agreement.
With his hands the shape of a shell and stated spreading water since my forehead till the rest of my hairs. I had my eyes glued on his every move. It was funny how committed to this he was. His eyes never left my hair while he tried to get every single thread wet. His eyes sparkled with the commitment and determination. Probably he felt guilty because of my hair. I couldn’t care less about how it’s going to hand up like. I only care about the moment we had getting my hair like it is.
Niall cleaned his hands in his shirt and, slowly, he put his hands over my knees. I immediately cringed with the touch, escaping from his touch. What’s he going to do?He only smiled sweetly, warning me he wasn’t going to do anything wrong. I still wasn’t very comfortable with the position I knew he was going to put me in. I know he saw me naked, almost completely, but somehow I still feel shy with him. He separated my knees, only a few inches so his knee fitted between my legs.
He supported there so it was easier for him to wash my hair while I was leaning back. Now that my hairs were completely wet (and pasty), he leaned in to grab the shampoo I hadn’t even noticed he had grabbed from the shower. I knew almost everything about his bathroom and his bedroom and his kitchen and his living room, because I spent the most of my time here in those compartments of the house. His shampoo smelled like orange, I think. I was never good with smells, especially fruit.
Before the sock of the cold shampoo on my scalp, I felt Niall’s fingertips massaging my temples. I instantly relaxed. This is good, relaxing. I feel took care of, I feel like I’m in heaven. I closed my eyes, enjoying the treatment I was receiving from him.
I swear, sometimes he can top my expectations. Like right now. I wasn’t expecting him to know how to do this, to make me relax so instantly, but he completely surprised me. I smiled vaguely, opening one eye only to check on him. He was leaning over me, completely focused. When he noticed my glare upon him, he looked at me, not stopping his movements.
“You’re liking it?” He asked
“Yes!” I said and he smiled widely at me before he continued and pursued his actions. I closed my open eye, now hearing his angelic voice.
“Oh-oh, whenever you're not in my presence, it feels like I'm missing my blessings, yeah, so I sleep through the daylight, stay awake all night, 'til you're back again, oh, yeah, yeah!”
I didn’t recognize the song, but it was a kind of music Danny had made me hear before. R&B I think. I hadn’t heard the music, never in my life, but I’m sure Niall’s voice made it getting even better. And I smiled vaguely again, hearing his angel voice echo through the room. I didn’t pay attention to the lyrics for a while, I was just enjoying the sound of his voice. He laughed before he continued, and that made me wake up.
“You're all that matters to me, yeah, yeah, what's a king bed without a queen, there ain't no "I" in team, you make me complete, you're all that matters to me!”
I smiled when he kissed my lips and the movements of his fingertips, who were now in my nape, ceased. I slowly opened my eyes, complaining about the brightness of the room. I had almost fallen asleep. How couldn’t I? Combine relaxing movements and a perfectly perfect voice… Wouldn’t you fall asleep?
Niall laughed about my state and I made a puppy face. He quickly kissed my lips again and washed his hands on the sink, also filling it with warm water. He washed away the foam of my hair while I closed one eye and kept the other one open, a smile on my lips while I looked at him. Again, he was concentrated.
“Why are you looking like that at me?” He asked, not moving his eyes from my hairs
“I was wandering what song you were singing, before!” I said, blushing because I got caught
“All that matters, by Justin Bieber!” He shrugged, his big palms running the water in my temples to take the foam from my temples, and momentarily I allowed myself to close the both of my eyes to enjoy the feeling.
He washed the left first and then the right one, making sure the hair squeaked after washed. I smiled widely at him when I opened my eyes, after he finished taking the foam from my temples.
“You like Justin Bieber?” I asked, curious
“Yeah!” He laughed nervously and, with his hands, he started to press my hair, taking the most part of the water excess present in my hair.
I smiled sweetly at him, thanking him silently and his hands grabbed me by the rib zone, pulling me up. I was now sat in the white stool. My hair literally fell on top of my face, covering my eyes. I can blame the long bangs for that one. Niall laughed and quickly got a towel. He wrapped my hair in it and slowly started to take the rest of the water excess with it. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being took care of. I never really was took care of when a child.
I learnt things and used to do it myself without anybody’s help. Like drying my hair with a towel. I remember my dad doing it to me, once and then my mom didn’t let him help me anymore. ‘She needs to start doing things on her own!’ she said. I was only four when this happened. I remember the displeasure in my dad’s face, but we both knew how hard life with a pregnant Katrina could be and we didn’t want to make it more hard, not for her but most of all, we didn’t want to make it harder for us.
I wondered if Niall had done this before, with another girl he had here in the house, but then I remembered I was the first who actually stayed here so I just let it slip by. Although he could have done that with a relative. But his brother was older than him, besides being a guy. I doubt Greg would let Niall get closer to Denise to dry her hair. And little Theo almost doesn’t had and hair to dry. Maura doesn’t seem like a viable choice, neither does Bobby.
I opened one eye to look at Niall, and I smiled, noticing he was already looking at me. This is one of the feelings that makes someone feel as happy as they can get. Your crush is looking at you already… This case my boyfriend is already looking at me when I looked at him.
“You make me feel like I’m being took care of!” I said in a whisper and Niall smiled vaguely, turning his eyes to my hair again.
“That’s because you are!” He said and I felt my heat swelling.
He took the towel from my hairs, making them fall over my face again. He put them back in their place and kissed my forehead before he grabbed the hairdryer. He started drying my hair as I closed my eyes, my lower lips stretching. Soon enough it was dry and I had to run my tongue over my lips to wet it again. Niall laughed and turned off the hairdryer.
“I have to dry your hair again. You look adorable!” I blushed and he kissed my cheek
“My turn!” I said, getting up from the bench.
My hands found their way till Niall’s shoulders and press them down, so he was sat in the same stool I was sat a few seconds ago. He smiled, showing the dimple in his right cheek. I leaned down and kissed it, feeling a bit like a weirdo after. But hell, I am a weirdo anyway.
I opened the water to the warm side and filled the sink with water from the beginning. I grabbed another towel and was about to wrap it around his neck when he stopped me. He grabbed the back of the shirt with his hands and pulled it up, make it go over his head. I felt my breathing get lower when the smallest vision of his toned and pale torso was seeable to me. What was he trying to do?
He threw the shirt on the blue tailed floor of the bathroom. With the help of my feet and only my feet, I took my sneakers out of my feet and threw them to the same side Niall hand threw his shirt. I was trying to keep my eyes down from his chest because I knew I was going to like what I would see and I don’t think I would like the thoughts that would go through my head.
I started wetting Niall’s short hair with my hands in the same shape he had wore them before. His hairs were becoming more and more pastier every time I wet them. I bet mine were like that too, but I could fix it, just like he did with mine. I was about to wet the front hairs of his floured quaff when my hands slipped and I dumped water in his eyes. He laughed
“Damn, I know I’m a jerk but try not to drown me okay?” He asked, cleaning his eyes with the back of his hands.
I smiled at him. But I shouldn’t have looked at him. He was shirtless and I completely forgot to put a towel around his neck so now he had water drops running down his neck. His beautiful, pale white, full of birthmarks, neck. I felt like kissing all the drops out his neck and maybe even suck that pretty pale skin of him.
Control yourself Johanna, you’re a grown woman who can control herself and her needs. I’m not going to lose my composure because I want to kiss his neck. By the time my conscience wasn’t talking to me anymore, my eyes were completely glued on Niall’s neck, more precisely on the drop that was now dripping down his body. Suddenly, I wanted to be that drop.
WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME?
Is it the fact that I had my first orgasm and my body is calling for another one? God, why am I having these thoughts? I’m feeling so impure at the moment, but my eyes couldn’t leave his body. The drop dripped down his neck till his clavicle. The bone was seeable and the drop had a bit of difficulty to overcome, but it eventually kept going down his chest. It was now running down the skin until it got to his left nipple that immediately went stiff thanks to the warmth of the water and the weird feeling of having something running down the sensitive skin.
I was aware that Niall was looking at me, but I couldn’t just look away. I was almost like, hypnotized by him and his beauty. The drop made a diagonal way, slowly dripping down to his the right side of his belly button and, before it hit his jeans, I stopped it, putting a hand over the band of his jeans. The drop ran down over my hand and died when it hit my skin, disintegrating. My breathing completely stopped by that moment.
His skin was so soft under my hand. I knew all of his skin, except his hands, was soft, I just couldn’t believe I actually touched him. I shivered with the contact and pushed down so I would make myself get back in my original position. But I heard a loud moan and looked up to face Niall.
I never saw him like this… He seems so vulnerable. More vulnerable than I have ever saw him before. I knew that feeling was too much for him, but this type of vulnerability I thought I could only achieve if I pressed him like I was doing.
Without my noticing, my hand had slipped to Niall’s… hum… my hand slipped till there, and the pressure I applied made Niall let out a moan, a loud one. It was over the jeans, imagine if… No, don’t imagine if Johanna, behave yourself? Why am I feeling so dirty yet so aroused? Damn!
My hand was pulled up so my palm was now in his stomach area. He was so pretty, so damn sexy… so mine. Niall opened the button of his jeans and pulled them down by his knees, only enough so his boxers and a strip of his legs were seeable. I almost jumped in disbelief when I saw his member. Hard and throbbing inside his boxer. He pulled is body up and sat in the stool, pulling me to sit on his lap. Niall held my wrist and slowly made the way down his belly till my hand was on the band on his boxers. I knew he wanted confirmation to his question when he made it.
“Are you ready?” He asked, voice low and sexy, charged with sexual desire. Oh shoot.
“I-I don’t know how t…” He cut me off
“I’ll help you!” I nodded and, still holding my wrist, he pushed my big hand inside his boxers.
My first impression was to cringe hanks to my thoughts. My hand was there right now… What do I do? I was in shock, I had no idea of what to do and when to do it. He had to help me. One of Niall’s hands was on my waist, preventing me from falling down and the other one joined mine inside his boxers. He held my wrist, directing my hand to his member.
I was afraid of what was coming next. I mean, I never done this, what if I mess u and he doesn’t like it and then he gets mad at me or something? I’m new to these stuff, yet, I want to try it with him because he’s my one and only… but I still can’t shake that voice in my head that says that I’m never going to be good enough, for him, for his world, for my world. I think I’ll just never feel good enough for anything.
I gasped when Niall’s lips pressed on mine, making my whole body shiver. For a moment, I completely forgot about how damned my world was. Right now, I just wanted to feel the vibrations my body gets when I’m with him. My heart was now beating compulsively in my chest and there was nothing I could do about it. My lips were numb, like they always are after he kisses them.
His hand moved and so did mine. Suddenly, his hand closed around something and I felt… I felt him. It’s so… soft and weird and I wasn’t expecting it to be like this. I wasn’t expecting it to be this soft. Niall’s mouth fell open and I took advantage of the moment to slip my tongue inside his mouth.
He moaned against my lips, but I didn’t stop my tongue from freely caressing his. I liked to feel like I was in charge. He was normally the one who normally was in charge, but not this time. He was vulnerable and I wanted to feel in control. At least once…
He moved his hand over mine, taking mine along his, up and down, hard. Niall moaned against my lips once again and his hand left mine all alone in his boxers. He fulfilled his promise, he had showed me how to do it. I continued his movements with my hand, up and down, but more slowly. He tightened my waist and growled against my lips.
“Harder!” I swallowed and did as he pleased. Up and down, hard.
He moaned loudly against my lips as I continued my movements quickly and hard as he wanted it.
I can’t believe this is happening. It wasn’t even supposed to be happening it just… did. I saw how Niall was enjoying every movement I made with my hand. His forehead was frowned, some of his hairs were glued on his forehead thanks to the sweat and his eyes were closed. His hands were also pressing in my hips so hard I cohabited the possibility of getting a mark in there tomorrow. But he was leaving tomorrow…
That thought only made me want to please him even more. I wanted to give him something to remember me while he was away. I wanted him to feel pleased with me by his side. I kissed him harder but the retribution was sloppy, making me understand that the kiss wasn’t the main object of interest at the moment. I separated my lips from his and kissed his clavicle when I felt something humid in my hands.
I kissed his clavicle, feeling the bone right under the skin. He was so skinny, yet he was toned too. I loved how he grabbed the both of those things and turned it to so damn sexy. I kissed the way up till I got to his neck. I ran my nose in the extension of his neck. Niall’s hips started to go against my hands, desperate for more contact. My free hand held the back of his neck and I bit him, hard and simple, my teeth diving into the skin of his neck, where I knew it was his sweet spot. With another thrust, a warm liquid ran through my hands and ended up dirtying his black boxers as the sound of Niall calling my name echoed through the room.
He kept his eyes closed, trying to get the control of his breathing again. I took my hand from his boxers and closed it in a fist. I looked at it for a while, admired about what only my hand could do to him. With the free one, I covered the one I used before and pushed it against my chest, almost protecting it from anybody who wasn’t me.
Niall’s eyes opened and damn. The color in them was so excruciatingly beautiful I couldn’t stop myself from drooling over it. He gave me a small smile because he still wasn’t the master of his own breathing but he could control his hand since the tightening in my hips was smaller now.
In a split of a second, Niall got up quickly, supporting my body and pushed me against the wall of the bathroom, kissing me greedily. My left hand, the unused one, kept protecting the right one, not wanting to touch anywhere else. But I responded to Niall’s kiss and when he pulled back to look at my eyes, I could tell he was speechless.
“Damn woman!” He said, the harsh Irish tone in his voice that probably was made to make me get scared, only made me laugh. I knew, somehow, that is was sexual satisfaction.
He pressed a chaste kiss in my lips and slowly, let go of my thighs. I was now on the floor, my feet at least since I felt like I was way higher than land. I was in my own world, where only me and Niall exist… it’s our personal bubble!
“I fucking love you so hard!” He whispered in my ear and I shivered. He kissed my neck quickly and pulled his face from the curve of my neck to look in my eyes
“I love you too!” I whispered and Niall smiled, wrapping his hands around my waist
“You know I need to take a shower now right?” He asked and I giggled
“Yes, I know!” I announced “I’ll be outside waiting for you okay?” I asked, and he freed me from his hug.
I walked out the bathroom, closing the door behind me and sitting in Niall’s bed. When I heard the sound of the water turning on, I ran the fingers from my right hand over my lips, feeling the same numbness I use to feel when Niall kissed my lips.

Notes

Hey guys... Please give me something... I'm getting less and less comments and I want to know how you fee about the story. Plz comment.
But anyways, I hope you like it. Love ya.
Ps: The song I meantioned is this one: All That Matters,Justin Bieber