Delia's P.O.V.

I walked into the party, feeling excited. I had come with Demi and Eleanor.

They were both dressed up as cute little witches. I was dressed as a sexy sailor. My skirt was rather short and I was wearing a cute little hat to tie the outfit together.

Eleanor instantly went off to look for someone (I assumed Louis) and Demi headed off with some guy she had been seeing recently. And so that left me to dance alone. Which I had no problem with whatsoever. I danced along with everyone on the floor. I got so into the dancing that I just forgot about everything. It wasn't until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind that I even remembered where I was.

"You have no idea what it does to me when you move like that" Nialls hot breath tickled my ear.

I couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh I have some idea" I chuckled back, grinding into him as I continued to dance.

We stayed like that for a while, just dancing until we headed off of the floor to get a drink. Nialls arms were still wrapped securely around my waist. We met up with Zayn and some blonde girl and took shots with them for a while. Things were starting to get fuzzy, In the good way of course.

Almost two hours had gone by and I was completely drunk. I was back out on the floor with Niall again, still grinding. It was when I felt him trailing soft kisses along my neck that I couldn't handle it anymore. I spun quickly crashing my lips against his. His hands ran along my body while mine just tangled in his hair, tugging at it softly.

"Niall Horan I want you right now" I panted as our lips parted.

He smirked slightly.

"I'm all yours baby" he whispered back, suddenly turning, tugging me along behind him. At last I realised we were heading upstairs and I quickened my pace. We hurried up the stairs, heading to the first empty bedroom we could find.

He slammed the door behind us as we walked in.

Once he did his lips were mine again, walking me backwards until I collapsed on the bed, him hovering over me.

He trailed kisses along my collar bone, tossing my hat across the room.

"You sure you wanna do this?" he mumbled as I tugged at his shirt.

I replied simply by pulling at his shirt harder.

Let's just say he didn't hesitate again.

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My eyes fluttered open the next morning and I groaned when they did. The light streaming through the windows hurt like a bitch. Come to think of it, it wasn't the only thing that was hurting. I turned my head slowly to see where I was. When I did I was met with Nialls sleeping figure. My eyes widened ever so slightly.

Oh lord what had I done?

I slipped out of the bed quickly, searching the room for something I could slip on me. Who's house was this anyways?

I put on my underwear and then put on a pair of men's shorts and a large t-shirt I found in the drawers.

It was then that Niall sat up in the bed.

"Did we?" he asked, his voice groggy. I had to admit it was attractive, his morning voice.

I nodded.

"M'fraid so" I replied.

"Fuck. Things are weird now, right?" he muttered, ruffling his hair quickly.

I shrugged.

"Not necessarily.. I mean it doesn't have to be. It was just sex Niall, it's no big deal" I replied nonchalantly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"So your saying this doesn't effect our friendship?" he asked, doubtfully.

I shook my head.

"Not at all" I assured him.

He still seemed wry but I just smirked.

"You know of what I remember, you weren't too bad Irish.." I told him walking closer to the bed.

He smirked ever so slightly.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"Yeah, too bad my memory is pretty foggy.. Shame" I murmured.

"Well I might just have to remind you" he mumbled before his lips met mine, his hands instantly on my waist, pulling me onto the bed.

I had never been the relationship type. I just wasn't the type to make commitments. Friends with benefits. Now that was something I wouldn't mind at all.

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