Crooked

why must Irish accents be so sexy? [chapter seventeen]

I couldn’t stop staring at him. No matter how much I wanted to turn away, every single part of me was attracted to the Nando’s eating-Irish crazy man-drinker at heart- Niall Horan. Was the attraction towards him ever going to die? A part of me hoped so, but my heart and my brain seemed to want different things. Was it even normal to feel this way? I had had relationships before, even fell in love once. It was only in that relationship where my hormones wanted to attack my boyfriend at the time and it seemed that it was happening again.

The thing was, this hormone thing started totally innocent. Niall wasn’t even trying to be sexy, but of course I had to fall for his charm, even though he was being his usual charming self.

After the clubbing incident with Niall, I was feeling ridiculously turned on, even though I had been the one seducing him and not him seducing me. So it took dancing like a maniac in the middle of the dance floor and about five or six vodka shots for the horniness to dissipate. In the midst of that, Niall and I danced like wild animals that had just been released from their cages. Sober or drunk, I had always been known to dance the way I did, and it seemed like whether Niall was affected by alcohol or not, he danced in the similar way that I had. Either way, regardless of how we danced, we were having fun and that was what mattered most.

Although I wished I hadn’t drunk as much as I had, I couldn’t help but not regret my actions. Last night was an amazing night and not something I wanted to trade, ever.

Currently, the boys were in rehearsal, practising some dance moves they wanted to try out. It was Niall actually, who suggested it, which I was a bit surprised of but didn’t let it show. I was a professional – at least, trying to be one, after all.

“Cassie!” Louis waved me on stage. It seemed as though whatever fling thing we might have had or whatever it was had disappeared between us, and we were back to how we were the first time we met – in that stinky jail cell. We weren’t the best of friends or anything like that, but we were friendly to each other and I liked that, very much. “C’mere, the lads and I want to show you some of our moves!”

It was just me today, as Angie had to go back to her university and sort out how she was going to study ‘abroad’ from the tour bus as well as pack her bags so she could officially be on the road with us.

I walked onto the stage, not too sure what to expect from the guys. It had seemed that while Angie and I had been going hard with the drinks, the boys had found a way to cool themselves, hence the lack of hangovers from them the next morning, with the exception of Harry, who was wearing sunglasses and kept complaining about the noise levels. I suspected he needed to nap for a few hours before performing again. We were still in England, but performing at the Cliffs Pavilion in Westcliff-on-Sea.

“Ready, boys?” Louis commanded the rest of his band-mates, and they stood firmly in a straight line. What Makes You Beautiful began to play from their backing band, in which I started to sway back and forth. This was their favourite song of mine, hands down. It was so catchy and light and fun to dance to, just one of those songs you played before going out with Angie or something.

The boys did some funky boy-band moves, which included copying one of Backstreet Boys’ songs and putting their own One Direction spin on them. It was cute to watch and I couldn’t help but think about the number of girls that probably wanted to be in my place right now. As the chorus dawned, it was when the horror began.

While they sang, each boy took it upon them to do a thrusting movement, which resulted in my mind opening so wide I thought it was going to drop to the floor. When the band did it in unison that was one thing. But when Niall did it, I felt like my ovaries were going to explode. As though he felt my eyes on him, he turned to me and winked and it was then I realised that Niall was doing this on purpose, that he was trying to seduce me like I had done the night before.

I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself be wooed by Niall, but it seemed like already I was going to break that promise.

When the chorus was over, the boys continued to do their retarded dance moves, but it was Niall who left the stage, and took my hand, clearly wanting me to follow him. I didn’t speak, still entranced by the way Niall just moved his body in such a way. Already, I was wondering on how I could stand in front of him when he thrusted and the thought of it made me blush.

It was a sudden movement when Niall pushed me against the wall backstage, where the area was oddly scarce of anyone moving around the area. I then remembered it was lunchtime, when most of the crew had a short, fifteen minute break.

“Niall,” I said breathlessly, trying to control my breath and God knew what else. “What are you-“

“Don’t speak,” he cut me off, pressing his hands against my waist as he began to move his thumbs in a circular pattern, effectively shutting me up. Kneading his fingers into my skin, I resisted the urge to let out a moan and instead stared back at Niall with what I was sure a lusty look in my eyes. Looking into his dark blue ones made it more aware that he was feeling the same way I did, if not stronger.

“You turned me on yesterday and I couldn’t fix it,” Niall replied in a low tone, his voice husky but still with a trace of Irish. “Now it’s my turn to turn you on.”

I was going to reply with “too late”, but I wanted to see what Niall could do to turn me on further so I waited for his actions. It seemed for a moment he was unsure on what to do, but when he placed his hands above my head and leaned his head towards mine, I knew what he was going to do, and not any part of me wanted to stop him. In fact, I wanted to move closer to him.

My head inched towards his and he moved towards me, but as I fluttered my eyes closed, he didn’t touch my lips at all. I could feel his breath on me, blowing lightly onto my lips. I waited, confused by his actions but let him do it, hopefully he was just teasing me a little before he actually kissed me.

But I didn’t feel his lips on me, instead they landed on my cheek, and he kissed me gently before trailing kisses down my jawline and to my neck, where I knew he was reaching my weak spot above my collarbone. I opened my eyes slightly to see Niall hovering over me, sucking and nipping on my neck so sweetly I thought I was going to spontaneously combust and attack Niall. With my hormones. This was something I wanted to happen but I didn’t, at the same time. It was weird. I couldn’t fully explain it.

It was when he finally bit down that I let out a soft moan of pleasure, and Niall took it upon himself to stop what he was doing – Why, Niall, why! – and looked at me with amusement in his eyes.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, trying to catch my breath and seem as though I wasn’t affected by him, even though I clearly was.

“Have I turned you on?” God, why must Irish accents be so sexy?

“Yes, now get back to what you were doing!” I demanded but instead of feeling his lips on mine that I wanted, he pulled away and smirked.

“Might want to cover up that hickey before the guys realise where you got it,” he winked and sauntered away, leaving me breathless.

Now I knew what Niall meant when he had a problem he couldn’t fix.

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