Always On Time: A Niall Horan Mini Series

I was surprised Niall wanted to go out for breakfast after our little escapade this morning; I thought he might be apprehensive about being seen with a random girl. But the café he suggested happened to be on the same street as McAferty’s and Niall said it was yet another restaurant where the paps wouldn’t find him. He must’ve made his way to this part of town a lot when he was in LA.

I sipped on my vanilla latte and stared out the window when I felt Niall’s hand brush across mine as he studied the menu. I jumped slightly at the feeling, wondering why I was affected by such a gentle touch from him when he was just fucking me not even one hour ago.

“Are you guys ready to order?” The waitress approached us.

“I think so.” Niall nodded and closed his menu. “You go first, babe.”

I couldn’t help blushing at the pet name, and the fact that he called me that like it was a regular thing. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, gazing at him like he was the super moon before I heard the waitress clear her throat.

“Miss?”

“Oh, sorry!” I exclaimed. “I’ll just have the granola yogurt bowl with extra strawberries.”
Niall and the waitress narrowed their eyes at one another, as if to say ‘that’s really all she’s getting?’

“…With a side of bacon?” I added, making them both laugh. Niall especially. I loved his laugh, it was so infectious that it made everyone in the café smile.

“And for you sir?”

Niall scratched at his beard and took one more quick peek at the menu. “I think I’ll have the breakfast trio.”

My eyes bugged out of my head; I knew this boy could eat but the question was how he fit all that food in that little tummy of his. The breakfast trio consisted of three pancakes, eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, an English muffin and a fruit bowl.

After telling the waitress how he wanted his eggs cooked (sunny side up) and that he wanted both bacon and sausage, she took the menus from us and nodded. “I’ll put the order in, thanks guys!”

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“So what are you doing today?” Niall asked before shoving a huge hunk of pancake in his mouth.

“Nothing much.” I replied. “Maybe a little laundry…and I have a date tonight.”

Niall choked on his pancakes and took a huge gulp of his orange juice before replying. “Do ya really now?”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “His name is Aiden; I’ve gone on a couple dates with him. It’s nothing serious.”

Niall snorted. “I guess not since you stayed at mine last night.”

I was not expecting Niall of all people to be jealous of just a regular guy off the street. I was actually a little flattered, but I also felt bad. Not only for him but for Aiden. I wasn’t trying to double cross anyone, last night just sort of happened.

“Where did ya meet the lad?” He inquired, pushing his hash browns around with his fork and suddenly looking pouty and grumpy.

“He came into the bar a few weeks ago and we hit it off. He’s a personal trainer.”
“Course he is.” Niall huffed.

I gulped down the rest of my latte and peered over at him. “Come on Niall, I said it’s nothing serious. I haven’t even had sex with him yet.”

Niall’s ears perked up. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“But you’ve only met me twice, and you and me...well ya know” He lowered his voice at the last bit.

“Yeah, it seems odd. But I feel like I know you, Niall. Through your songs and stuff.”

“Really?” He smiled and his eyes brightened. “That’s sweet, Carmen.”

A few moments passed, Niall poured himself a little more coffee and stirred in some cream and sugar, looking thoughtful.

“I feel like I sorta know you too.” He said. “Not sure why.”

“That’s sweet, Niall.” I copied him and gave him a cheeky smile. He laughed and wiped his mouth off with the napkin that was in his lap.

Once Niall had finished eating we sat there for a few more minutes, Niall gripping his stomach in either pain or satisfaction, or maybe a mixture of both.

“Knew I was gonna reget eatin’ all that. I was starvin’ though.” He let out a tiny burp.

“Really, Niall?” I laughed. I thought it was endearing how comfortable he was around me.

“Sorry, babe. You ready to go?”

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Niall drove me back to my apartment and to my surprise he stepped out of his range rover along with me.

“What are you doing?” I tipped my head to the side, perplexed.

He snaked his arm around my waist and squeezed my hip. “Walking you to your door, of course. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just not used to that kind of treatment.” I answered honestly.

It was true. My dating history wasn’t all that great, for some reason I always fell for the sleazy guys.

We reached my apartment and I reached my hand in my purse to feel for my keys. I pulled them out and began unlocking my door.

Niall tugged at my wrist, spinning me around to face him. “Hey, don’t I get a kiss?”

How could I forget?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. They were hard and cold from the outside air but his breath was warm and sweet. His large hands gripped my waist and dug into my skin as his tongue made its way into my mouth, asserting dominance over mine.

“Think I could come in for a minute?” He breathed into my neck as I held onto his shoulders.
I sighed at the feeling of his lips on my skin. “I don’t know Ni-“

“Please?” He whispered and sucked the spot right below my ear, making my knees go weak.
There was no way I could say no to this boy.

He so warm and smelled so good that I couldn't deny him any longer. “Okay.” I finally answered and I felt his body relax against mine. “Only for a little bit though.”

We stepped across the threshold into the apartment and I proceeded to the kitchen to set my purse down on the table. I needed to get out of last night’s clothes; they smelled like beer, sweat and sex. Luckily McAferty’s was a non-smoking bar; otherwise all my clothes would smell like cigarettes. I hate that smell.

“Hey, why do you have a guitar?” Niall picked up his favorite instrument from the corner of the living room and sat on the couch with it. “I didn’t know you played.”

“I don’t.” I puffed. “I bought it about a year ago and was going to teach myself how to play, but never got around to it.”

“Well good thing you have an expert guitar player that will be around for the next three months.” Niall smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to teach me Niall, you have a lot on your plate. What are you doing here in LA anyway? I know you said it’s for work but…what is it exactly? Are you recording another album?”

“Not this time.” He quietly strummed the guitar. “Got me own record label, lookin’ for new artists in the area.”

“Wow. That’s amazing, Niall!”

And it was. I was so happy for him; he deserved everything good in this world. And for the 50th time in the last 24 hours, I couldn’t believe that I was spending time with Niall Horan. A celebrity I’d been obsessed with since I was 20, and now I was 26. I always thought I’d be a crazy fan girl around him, but he seemed to relax me rather than intimidate me.

“Thank you.” He replied in a humble tone. “But that’s enough about me, what are your plans for the future?”

Gah. I was afraid he’d ask. I was nothing spectacular, just an average girl living in a city trying to make due. Average was actually a nice word, because really I was just dull.

“To be honest with you, I don’t really know.” I started. “I make good money at the bar, but obviously I don’t want to work there the rest of my life. Maybe I’ll go back to school someday, but I don’t know what for. I like to draw…but there’s not much I can do with that.”

“That’s not true.” Niall stated. “You can do all sortsa stuff with that. Graphic design, animation…”

“Is it okay if I take a shower?” I blurted.

I didn’t mean to cut him off; I just didn’t like talking about my future with anyone since I wasn’t sure where I was going in life. It made me feel bad about myself. I especially didn’t want to discuss it with a huge popstar that already had his life set before him.

“Yeah sure…” Niall’s voice faded.

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My showers always lasted ridiculously long; I escaped into a world that is entirely my own and half the time I had forgotten if I’d even washed my hair yet or not.

When I was finally finished, I got out and towel dried my hair and body before wrapping my naked figure with the towel. I stepped out of the bathroom to retrieve some clean clothes, having to walk past the kitchen in order to get to the laundry room. I was still in my post shower haze when I heard the strumming of a guitar and squealed.

“Holy shit, Niall! I forgot you were here!” I held the towel tighter against my body.

He chuckled. “Well that makes me feel great. And why are ya so shy all of a sudden? You know I’ve seen ya naked, darlin’.” He smirked and peered at me through his long lashes before focusing back on the guitar strings.

He was right…I’m not sure why I was trying so hard to cover myself up. And if he wanted to be cheeky with me and then I would gladly give it back to him.

“Shy?” I dropped my towel and when it thumped onto the floor he looked up at my naked body and froze, almost dropping the guitar. His mouth parted in shock; I guess he wasn’t expecting that. “How’s this for shy?”

I continued on like nothing had happened, reaching the laundry room to grab a pair of yoga pants and a tank top out of the dryer. I bent down to grab the clothes, my ass high in the air and a smug grin on my face.

I heard Niall’s boots clunk against the hardwood floors, knowing he was coming to find me. Once I felt his presence behind me I couldn’t help but giggle.

He gripped my hips and smacked my ass harshly. I hissed at the sweet sting on my skin before standing back up to face him.

“Did I do something wrong, daddy?” I fluttered my lashes at him and bit my lip, feeling bold all of a sudden. That is until Niall’s eyes were blown black with lust, I knew he would be in control at that point.

“Yes, fuckin’ Christ!” He griped. “Ya don’t just drop yer towel in front of me and then go to get dressed!”

“Oh?” I teased, rubbing myself against him. “What should I do then?”

“C’mere.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the living room, causing me to drop the freshly clean clothes on the floor.

“Wait a minute!” I whined. “If I have to stay this way then you need to take all of your clothes off too.”

“Don’t worry babe, I’m way ahead of ya.”

He slipped out of his boots and undressed maddeningly fast. He sat on the armchair, gripping my waist and pulling me with him until I landed on his lap. His arm came around my waist and the other rested across my thighs. He crashed his mouth to mine, his hand digging into my soft flesh.

I nibbled on his bottom lip before he trailed his mouth across my jaw and down to my neck, reaching up to cup my breast as he growled against my skin. “M’not gonna be gentle this time with ya. Gonna be a little rougher. Okay baby?”

“Good.” My whisper became a moan as he swirled his tongue around my nipple before sucking on it menacingly. He was pretty rough earlier when we’d had sex so I was anxious to see what he had planned for me now.

“Gonna get ya nice and dirty again, aren’t we babe?” He chuckled while turning me to face forward. He lifted me slightly by the hips before lowering me onto his painfully hard cock, the angle making it so he was the deepest he’d ever been inside me.

He didn’t let me adjust to him. He immediately grabbed my waist and made me bounce up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting up the match the rhythm. I wasn’t doing much work; I couldn’t. He was fucking me too hard and I was gasping, looking for something to grip onto. “Oh fuck…” I moaned. “Fuck, daddy.”

Niall must’ve seen me reached for the edge of the coffee table and he took both of my wrists in one hand and held them against my chest. “No, baby. You sit here and you take it. Take it like the dirty girl I know you are.”

He placed his other hand on my hip and thrusted up into me even harder. So hard that I thought I was going to fall, but he held me tightly against him. I felt my back sticking to his chest chair and the grunts that went along with his ruthless thrusts.

“I can tell ya right now,” he panted. “That arsehole you’re datin’ won’t be able to fuck ya like this. He won’t be able to make ya feel this good.”

I’m sure he was right but Aiden was the last person I wanted to think about right now. So I just ignored the comment.

“So good that ya can’t speak, aye darlin’?” He chuckled and squeezed my breast.

“Niall…please.” I struggled for breath.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please just…ugh. Shut up and touch me, I’m gonna come.”

His hand went down in between my legs and he rubbed his palm over my clit, pressing firmly against the nerves. “Then come for me, sweet girl.”

He pinched my clit with his thumb and forefinger which was enough to send me over the edge. The warmth in my lower tummy made its way through my walls and I clenched around him, my juices coating him as he found his own release.

“Fuck baby…” He stilled me on his lap and fell soft inside of me. I could feel the mess of our juices mixed together between my legs. My head tipped back on his shoulder and he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

I climbed off of him and went to grab a hand towel from the bathroom. After I cleaned us both up, we got dressed and sat on the couch. I flipped the tv on to some lame reality show when I saw Niall scooting closer to me out of the corner of my eye. He slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him, leaving a kiss on my forehead and setting his large hand on my thigh.
He grasped my chin and turned me to face him and he planted a tender kiss to my lips, smiling with the gesture.

“So ya think yer gonna keep that date tonight?”

Notes

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