Always On Time: A Niall Horan Mini Series

I had barely been home in the last three weeks.

I was afraid to be alone, afraid Aiden could seek me out and try to finish what he started. Niall helped me to get a restraining order against him, but that hasn’t stopped people before. Luckily Niall had a top of the line security system installed so at least that brought some comfort. I was also examined and had all necessary testing done the day after. The doctor said there was no evidence of sexual assault and that all the tests were negative. I was relieved but obviously still on edge about the whole situation.

I’d been sleeping in Niall’s bed almost every night since the incident and he had been completely respectful of me and gave me the space I needed. I learned that Niall was a great cook and just a lovely host overall. He cooked me delicious meals and always made sure we had fresh, clean sheets to sleep on at night. I offered to help with dishes and laundry and he always declined, wanting me to be as relaxed as possible.

I eventually got to the point where I wanted him to touch me again, but he’d been hesitant, not wanting to go too fast. So all we’d been doing was kissing and cuddling.

It was around 7pm when he got home from the studio and I was sitting low on Niall’s black leather couch with my laptop glued to my thighs, playing The Sims in my pj’s.

I heard him come in through the kitchen and set some items down on the granite before his footsteps became closer to the living room. When he saw me, the brightest smile was etched on his face.

“So glad to see ya, petal. Long fuckin’ day. Got us some pizza and beer.”

He definitely did look worn out, his hair wasn’t as styled as it was this morning and his eyelids looked heavy.

“My favorite.” I smiled back and shut my laptop. “Thanks, Niall. So I take it a lot of recording went on with the new artist?”

“Yep.” He shook his hair out and hung his jacket on the wrought iron coat rack. “Kid’s super talented. He’s gonna be a big success.” He cleared his throat. “Let me get changed and we’ll eat and watch a film. Sound good?”

“Perfect.” I hopped up from the couch and made my way over to him, a smirk on his face as I got closer.

“Did I ever tell ya how fuckin cute you look in your pajamas?”

I bit my lip and pulled him down into a hug, planting a kiss to his neck with a smack. “You’re the cute one!” I exclaimed. “Missed you today.”

“Missed ya too, babe. Your hair smells good.”

I swatted at his bum and he widened his eyes at the bold move, as we hadn’t really touched each other too much in the last few weeks. Not in that way anyway. But I wanted to show him that I was in a playful, flirty mood and missing the way we were before.

“Let’s stop with the mushy stuff so you can get changed.” I teased. “I’m hungry!”

He chuckled. “So am I.”

“You’re always hungry!” I giggled at him.

Now it was his turn to swat my bum, and I squealed at the gesture, still giggling. Niall wasn’t laughing; in fact he looked extremely guilty.

“I’m sorry, Carmen. It was just a reflex…I” –

“Don’t worry about it, Niall. Seriously. I’m feeling a little more comfortable as each day passes.”
He crossed his arms and exhaled. “Okay. Just let me know if I cross the line.”

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Our bellies were full and we were wrapped in the warmth of two heavy blankets, my back pressing to Niall’s front. We decided to cozy up and watch The Witch, since scary movies are the best to cozy up to.

But it wasn’t too long into the movie that I was freaked out and we had to stop it. Normally I didn’t scare too easily but this was too unsettling for me. I apologized to Niall for being such a wimp.

“It’s okay, baby.” He kissed my shoulder. “Let’s just watch something else.”

His hold on me was so tight and strong, I could feel his large hand travelling over my waist and I grabbed it out of nowhere and brought it down to the front of my shorts.

“What are ya doin, Carmen?” I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“I miss you, Niall.” I admitted and turned around to face him. Please just touch me.”

“Are ya sure?” He seemed nervous.

“Positive.” I told him and grinded myself further down on his hand, only for him to halt me.
“I wanna talk to ya about somethin’ first.” He moved his hand up and rested his palm on my cheek, his calloused fingers running over my skin.

“Okay.” I said impatiently, tangling my legs with his.

He glanced from my eyes to my lips several times before speaking. “I care about ya, Carmen, which I’m sure you know. But after that night…I realized just how much I cared. When ya were layin in me bed I was just thinkin’ about what could’ve possibly happened and it killed me to think of ya in that situation. Still does. Then I looked back on my tourin' days and remembered how, whenever I sang those love songs, they were always about you. You were always on my mind.”

My heart was in my throat as I guided my fingers over his stubble and down his neck, playing connect the dots with his freckles. “That’ sweet, Niall. Really sweet.” I felt like an idiot when I felt tears welling in my eyes. I hoped he didn’t notice.

He kissed my forehead before continuing. “I wanna be the one to take care of ya, to protect ya.” He cooed. “I want ya to be mine. Is that something you want?”

I smiled so big that my cheeks hurt. “Yes, Niall. I would love that.”

He captured my lips with his, his mouth hot on mine when I almost automatically opened up to let his tongue inside. I shifted my fingers through his hair and tugged, earning a moan that he breathed across my lips. I let out my own little whimper once his smooth lips skimmed over jaw and pressed against my neck.

His kisses were slow and wet on my skin and I could feel that familiar heat swirling in my lower tummy. I raked my nails down the firm muscles of his back through his thin t-shirt and felt my nipples go hard, wondering if Niall could feel them pressed against his chest.

“Fuck me, Niall.” I blurted out.

He pulled his mouth from me, questioningly examining my face for any hesitation.

“No.” He finally responded, making my chest ache. “M’not gonna fuck ya. M’gonna make love to ya.”

My heart swelled and I kissed his lips again, this time with much more fervor. He sat up on the couch, bringing me with him so I could straddle him, his hands gripping into my waist as our lips molded together.

I peeled off my hoodie, revealing my white tank top with my nipples poking out. His large hand slowly made its way over my breast and he softly pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He purred, looking up to me with dilated pupils. “So glad you’re mine.” He kissed me again, his tongue lapping over mine before he nipped at my bottom lip and pulled on it with his teeth.

I pressed my crotch to his, feeling his hard on brush over me and making me shiver. Both of his hands were kneading and squeezing my breasts at this point and he was sucking bruises into my neck.

“I can’t take it anymore.” I panted. “I need you inside me.”

We ripped each other’s clothes off between heated kisses and deep breathing until I was fully naked and hovered over him. He slapped his hands over my ass and shoved me down onto his length, my walls stretching and taking all of his thickness as I cried out.

“There we go, baby.” Niall’s voice came out gritty as he bucked his hips to meet me. “Ya feel so good, so warm.”

“Oh my God, you feel amazing.” I replied, my eyes rolling back in my head. The sweet love making was tender, soft. And I felt so connected to him as he stared into my eyes, his mouth parted and licking his lips every so often before kissing me.

I whined as I began to feel the pressure building up in my core and I started fucking down harder onto him. I needed him to be dirty with me, to feel that normalness with him again.

“Niall, please. I need you to talk dirty to me, like you used to.”

“Are ya” –

“Yes, Niall! I’m sure…fuck me until I’m raw.”

I saw his stomach muscles clench and smirk start to form on his face, as if he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be rough with me again. And now that he had my consent, he was all for it.
He stood up from the couch, carrying me to the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his hips. He tossed me on the bed and positioned himself between my legs before kissing me roughly, his stubble scratching against my chin.

He turned me over on my hands and knees and sunk into me from behind, mercilessly pounding into me now.

“Ya like when I fuck your tight little cunt, yeah?”

Another surge of wetness rushed to my center and I clenched around him, making him hiss through his teeth. “Yes.” I breathed. “Love when you fuck me hard, baby. Don’t stop.”

“I love fuckin’ you too, petal. M’not stopping anytime soon.” He slapped my ass before bringing his fingers around to my clit, drawing tight circles.

His harsh thrusts continued and I felt a drop of sweat come down on my lower back, likely from Niall’s forehead. His fingers glided over the round of my ass, my own juices coating my skin.

“Ya feel how wet you are, baby? And it’s all for me.” I heard him suck his fingers into his mouth which made me practically lose it. He always knew how to make everything so hot.

I wasn’t expecting to feel his two fingers ease their way into my second hole, but they felt so good especially with his cock already inside me.

“Your arse is to fuckin’ die for, babe.” He hooked his fingers, making me clench again and feel the veins of his cock pulsating against my walls.

I felt so full and fucked out and ready to…

My orgasm creeped up on me and erupted, his name falling from my lips as I writhed and screamed. He took his fingers out of me and I could hardly stay on my hands and knees when I felt the emptiness in that area. I heard my slick juices sloshing over Niall’s cock as his thrusts became so unbelievably quick and hard in my pussy.

I felt his warm, thick cum coming out in spurts inside of me and he stilled his hips, moaning gutturally and letting go of my hips as he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily onto my shoulder blade.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” He quipped.

“Mm.” I couldn’t form any words.

He fell soft and pulled himself from me, patting my ass before falling on his back against the mattress. His hands lay across his tummy as he looked to me, concern taking over his features.

“Was that okay?” He asked, hope and sorrow lacing his tone.

“It was more than okay, Niall.” I responded with a smile. “It was amazing.”

“You won’t regret it in the morning?” He brushed some hair behind my ear as his bright blue eyes shined across my face.

“Of course not.” I assured. “I’m glad it happened. I’m glad to be yours, Niall. I know you can take care of me, and protect me. Like you said.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his warm chest. I stroked his dark chest hair before resting my palms against his pectoral muscles. We kissed for what seemed like hours until we finally fell into a peaceful slumber, my head clouded with thoughts of him and only him and the way he made me feel. Safe, warm and special.

The boybander I had always praised was mine. The man who was always there when I needed him was mine. The person I was falling in love with was mine.

Niall Horan was my boyfriend.

And I couldn’t have been happier.

Notes

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