Dream, Dance, Love (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

We talk for awhile about our moms, our childhoods, and our hometowns. Mullingar may be a world away from Mississippi, but it’s amazing how similar our lives seemed to be. Nearly an hour has passed as we’ve talked, and my muscles are getting stiff. I take a deep breath and stand up to stretch my legs.

"I want to play your guitar," I announce looking around. I see it propped against the wall next to the bed, and I can imagine Niall relaxing and strumming his guitar before going to sleep. He doesn’t know it, but I can play too. I took lessons for a few years in another one of my mother’s attempts to keep me busy. I’m no Niall for sure, but I can pick out a tune or 2.

"OK," he says amused, as he lays back on the bed and links his arms behind his head. I walk over and gently pick it up.

"Picks are on the nightstand," he says, sitting up on his elbows. I nod and select one, then sit Indian-style in the middle of the bed, draping the strap around my head.

"You’re a lefty?" he asks impressed, and I quickly shake my head.

"No, I’m right handed, but I play left-handed," I explain warming up with a few chords. "I also shoot a rifle and swing a golf club left-handed."
He seems amused, smiling at me. "You won’t believe this, but I’m the same way…only opposite." I lift an eyebrow at him then return to the guitar, picking out the intro to "Sweet Home Alabama."

"I’m left-handed, but I play guitar right-handed." He chuckles, shaking his head, "And I thought I was the only strange one."

"You are," I whisper without looking up from my fingers on the guitar. I play the intro over and over, but I keep getting stuck in the same spot. What is that damn chord? I am so focused on figuring out the chord that I barely realize Niall has gotten up and moved behind me.

"It’s G," he whispers in my ear, and I nod, changing to a G chord.

"Yes!" I smile finishing the intro. He sits down behind me pulling himself into my back and gently places his hands over mine.

"Let’s try this one," he whispers again into my ear. I let his hands guide mine as we slowly play Bon Jovi’s "Dead or Alive."

"That’s it," he whispers, encouraging me. The lingering effect of the alcohol has taken away all my inhibitions. It seems to have done the same thing for Niall. His breathing is deep and hot on my neck, hypnotizing me. As our hands continue playing the chords, I feel his lips, light and feathery on my neck. I close my eyes and drop my head back on his chest, completely exposing my neck to the torturous pleasure of his mouth. Without sight, my other senses are magnified, putting me under his hypnotic spell. I moan softly and feel his lips curl into a smile. His hands become still on mine.  He takes the neck of the guitar in one hand, gently dropping it to the floor while his lips trail softly up my neck. I reach back and wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the fluttering of his lips.  Suddenly, a cell phone rings loudly in the background.

"Just ignore it," Niall whispers into my ear, tracing it with his tongue, and  I nod, lost in the moment.  His hands glide down my ribcage to my hips. He takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, dropping it on the floor. Mercifully the ringing stops, and I breath a sigh of relief.