I lay awake next to sleeping Niall. He breathes loud and steady but it can't relax my mind. Aaron said he loves me. I don't know if he was just drunk or if he really meant it. Out of the all the other boys, he was the least drunk. Maybe had a beer or two. Can he still think probably then? Did he really mean it?

On one side, I really want to talk to him about it, but one the other side, I don't want to approach that subjects now. I just want to spend the day with Niall before he drives off to Mullingar tomorrow morning. I just want to spend time with my boyfriend but will it be possible? My mind is somewhere else and I know that Niall will notice that something is up. He always does.

I just don't understand why Aaron tells me that he loves me now. He knows that I'm happy with Niall. He knows that I don't feel anything for him other than friendship anymore. He knows that. So why is he telling me that now? He had plenty of time during summer. Okay, I have to admit that I was only half way really there. Most of the time, I spent at home and was oblivious, but still, he could have told me. Maybe things would have gone different.

I shake my head. I should not think about things that could have gone different if things were different from the beginning. I'm with Niall and I love him and nothing could reduce or take my feelings away from him. Niall has control over me and I let him. I let him make me happy and take my focus of school and to him. I let him distract me, because that's what makes me happy. Since I can remember, being happy was and is still one thing I always wanted. And I have it when I'm with Niall. I have the happiness that no one else can give me. Since we met, I felt better. He's like the missing piece to me. He's the happiness in my life. The sunshine that lights up my world. I shouldn't focus on what Aaron said while he was drunk. I should focus on Niall and the way he makes me feel. I should focus on Niall, on what he says that makes me heart warm up, on the things he does that are extremely cheesy but make me love him even more. I should focus on us and not on things that my ex said as he was drunk.

I still love you..., I hear Aaron's voice in my hear and see his face in front of my eyes. I shake my head yet again and continue to stare at the ceiling. He didn't mean it, I tell myself. He was just drunk, I say to calm myself down and hope that I'm right. But then again, I told Niall that I love him when I was drunk. I meant it and can only hope that Aaron's didn't. He can't. He just can't mean it. He can't love me. I love Niall and that's not going to change but the scene of last night is just stuck to my head. I still love you, he said. Aaron... my first boyfriend said that.

I think about it too much but I can't think of anything else. Maybe I still have feelings for him too? I shake that thought out of my head and am surprised that Niall didn't wake up from me shaking my head every minute. I don't have feelings for Aaron. It has been over a year since we dated and I love Niall way too much. With Aaron I never had a connection like I have with Niall. And With Aaron it was never complicated like it has been with Niall. But I don't care how complicated it might get between Niall and I. We'll stick together and I know that. I know that we'll end up together. Complications or not, it's now too late to stop. Everything that happened between me and Niall only brought me deeper into our relationship and I'm totally fine with that. I wouldn't do anything different. I love Niall and Aaron was just drunk.

I should stop thinking too much about things that don't matter.

"Princess..." Niall groans and tears me out of my thoughts. I move onto my side and stroke Niall's cheek. "Princess." Niall mumbles but doesn't open his eyes.

"Niall." I smile as he runs his fingers though his hair and touches my hand with his. He stokes my hand that's on his cheek and slowly opens his eyes. If I could, I would never leave his side. If I could, I would stop the time and just enjoy this moment forever. I could look forever into his blue eyes and hear his thick Irish accent in the morning.

"You know that... I love you, right?" He smirks and moves his hand down to my waist. I nod as he pulls me to his chest. I can't remember that he took off his shirt last night, but apparently he did. I move my hands to his chest and play with the bits of chest hair.

"I love you too." I whisper and look up to meet his eyes again. He smiles like a four year old that just got a big gift and kisses my forehead.

"Are you hungry?" He wants to know. He asks me but I know that he only said it because he's hungry. And I don't blame him, I mean, I would do the same but he did first.

"Always." I chuckle and kiss his cheek.

"Pancakes?"He questions.

"Pancakes." I agree and we move away from each other. Once I don't feel his hot skin on mine, I sit up and watch him leave the room in nothing but sweat pants on and that are more down than usual. I stare the hem of his Calvin Klein boxers before he disappears completely. I grab my phone and let myself fall back in bed again. The group chat with all boys from Selection plus my girl friends and Ethan and I are in is blowing up. "Why are you people awake already?" I send into the group and everyone ignores my questions and ask if I'm coming to Sam's house later with Niall. I shrug and agree to come. Why not, I think and put my phone away after reading perfects and greats. I literally roll out of bed and get ready for the day. When I'm happy with my outfit, skinny jeans with my open denim flannel over a white tank top that shows a bit of cleavage, I curl my hair which I haven't done in a few days and put my contacts in. After fixing my hair, I go downstairs and join Niall in the kitchen. He stands in front of the stove and flips the last pancake over as I wrap my arms around his waist. He twitches slightly, surprised by my sudden touch as I giggle against his shoulder. I rest my head on his back and take in his scent that mixed with the smell of pancakes.

"Is that what you're wearing today?" Niall asks as he puts the last pancake on a plate.

"I can change if you don't like my outfit." I sound more offended as I am actually am. If he doesn't like the way that I'm dressing he can-- I can't finish my thoughts as Niall spins around and kisses my forehead.

"No. It's just hot." He smiles at me and kisses my forehead again before taking the plate and walking over to the kitchen island. I follow him and sit down on the kitchen island as he stands himself between my legs. Niall rubs up and down my thighs as I take a fork and cut a piece of pancake.

"What are we doing today?" Niall wants to know as he looks up and down my body.

I take the piece of pancake into my mouth and swallow the delicious breakfast that he made before I answer. "We'll go over to Sam's house and hang out there. You still have to meet my girl friends."

"What time?" Niall takes the fork of me and feeds himself.

"After lunch probably." I put one hand behind his neck and play with the ends of his hair. It's dark brown as it would usual be if he wouldn't colour it. For a second I think about Aaron and his dark brown shorthair, but I nearly choke at that thought.

"Everything alright?" Niall asks with a full much. I nod and take the fork off him. The rest of breakfast we talk about the plans for today and I tell him about each of my friends. Niall stares at my lips and only looks away to look at the pancakes that are slowly decreasing. When we have nothing left, I cup Niall's face and wrap my legs around his torso. I feel my body and cheeks heating up as Niall leans in for a kiss. I chuckle against his lips before letting him kiss me. Our tongues quickly meat and I pull him closer to me with my legs as he puts his hands on my sides.

"We are all alone." I whisper sounding seductively without trying. A fire builds up inside of me and I know what I want. I want him.

"What are you planning, Olivia?" He literally moans out my name and I melt. I don't answer and just tighten my legs around him as I kiss him harder and more passionately. When we pull away, we're both heavily breathing. I rest my forehead on Niall's and listen to our heavy breaths as Niall's hands find their way under my shirt.

"What are you planning?" He wants to know. I shrug and bite my lip. I honestly don't really know what I'm planning on doing right now. I just feel that strong desire after him and we're alone and I feel ready... right? Do I feel ready? When Niall presses his lips onto mine my question is quickly answered with yes.

"What?" Niall pulls away. I didn't notice that I said yes out loud but apparently I did.

"Just..." I pull him into a kiss again and he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up form the kitchen counter. He carries me and presses me against the wall as I play with his hair. With each second, my desire for him grows. I unwrap my legs around him and he lets me down. He's about to say something, opens his mouth but closes it as soon as I grab his hand and pull him after me up the stairs to my bedroom. I lock the door behind us before Niall takes control. He holds onto my waist and presses me against the door. My denim flannel drops to the floor and I play with the hem of Niall's shirt. He moves back, takes it off him before pressing our body's against the door again. The door that used to have a One Direction poster on it.

"Niall." I let out a moan when his lips reach my neck. It has always been my weak point. Every time his lips hit my skin there, a fire breaks out in me. Since the fire in me is already burning, it just heats up. Niall grabs my thighs as I jump and wrap them around his torso yet again. He carries me over to my bed and lays me down. I move up and rest my head on the pillows as he hovers himself over me, holding his body up with his legs and arms on either side of my body. I've never done this and I don't know if Niall has. We never went much further than to the point that we're now, but a strong feeling and wish tells me that today we're going out of the just making out zone.

"Do you want this?" Niall asks heavily breathing. I nod and take my tank top off revealing my favourite black lace bra to him. He takes a deep breath, bites his lips and runs his hands from my neck down to my lower stomach. He looks up into my eyes, wanting permission from me. I just nod and he smirks as he opens my jeans and pulls them down. When my jeans land on the floor, I sit up as Niall kneels on the bed. I unbuckle his belt with one hand and unclasped my bra with the other. He quickly takes his sweat pants plus boxers off. I gasp seeing how long he actually is. He gasps seeing my breasts. A fire builds up in my panties as I watch Niall quickly go to his suitcase and takes a condom out. He turns around as he pulls it on and then comes back to me. I go under the bed sheets and he crawls in next to me hovering himself on top of me again. We both don't say a word as I pull down my panties and let them drop onto the floor. Niall lowers his body and kisses me greedy and with a lot of passion. We both start to breath heavily again when I feel his length on my thigh. I run my fingers through the back of his hair and out of reflex buckle my hips up.

"Olivia..." He moans my name against my skin and leaves a wet kiss on my neck before starting to suck on it leaving a mark. I'm all his now and he's all mine.

"Olivia, are you sure you want to do that?" His Irish accent is so strong and turns me on even more.

"Yes, Niall." I pull him down to me and kiss him hard showing him how much I really want him. "Yes Niall." I moan as I kiss his neck. "Yes Niall." I shut my eyes when I feel his tip entering me. Pain runs over my body and I bite my lip. Niall stops moving and lets me adjust even though he's not even really inside. I open my eyes and look into Niall's. He seems afraid and concerned.

"Move." I whisper and he slowly pushes himself further inside. I shut my eyes and grip onto my pillow. He fulfills me completely.

"Olivia..." Niall's voice is only a whisper. I open my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. As I pull him down to me, he slowly pulls out. Pain flows through my body and Niall stops his motion. He gives me a few seconds and I nod to let him know that it's fine. He starts to slowly, pulls out and pushes in again. Soon the pain turns into pleasure and I can't believe that I'm actually doing this with him. I feel so connected to Niall, so attached, so close to him. Our tongues meet and more pleasure starts to build up. The fire inside of me grows as I move one hand away from his neck and around his torso. Niall pushes in faster than before, but still slowly and I can't help it up scratch his back.

"Niall..." I moan. "Faster."

"Are you sure?" He wants to know and I nod. He attaches his lips back to mine and starts to quicken his motions a little bit. "Olivia..." He leaves a wet kiss on my lips and moves his lips to my neck. "You're so tight. Fuck." He starts to suck on my skin and gives me the second love bite. The pleasure takes over my mind and sucks up everything around us. Nothing matters anymore. It's just me and Niall right now, right here, right this moment.

"Faster Niall." I moan and he obeys. He bury's his face in my neck and kisses my skin as he pushes in and out and in and out of me. We're moaning messes and I feel something in my body that I've never felt before. "Niall... I-I think I'm coming."

"Come for me, princess. Come for me." His raspy voice and Irish accents ends me over the edge and I let out a scream. I let completely go and come moaning Niall's name over and over again. Everything becomes blurry and I shut my eyes taking in every seconds.

"Fuck. You're so tight." and "Fuck. Shit. Fuck." Is the only thing I hear as Niall comes and rides out our orgasms. "Fuck!" Niall exclaims and pushes in one last time, hard and long. He rolls off me and I stare at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. Niall is as heavily breathing as I am and I can feel my pulse on my whole body. I can hear our hearts beating for each other and wish for this moment to never end.