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Previously on chapter 18:

"You want me to have sex with you?"

I nod, not looking at him.

"But-are you sure? Don't you want to-"

"Wait? No. I've been waiting for a long time, and now I want it. Unless you don't want it. Then it's alright-"

He interrupts me by pressing our lips together and gripping into the back of my thighs to hoist me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and cup his face as he walks back into the bedroom.

He grins.

"Then let me give you a happy birthday."

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Niall sets me down on the bed gently, before he steps back so he can take a step back. He toes off his shoes and unbuckles his belt as he looks down at me.

"I want to undress you." I mutter, not even caring that I am half naked in front of him.

Niall smirks and kneels back on the bed, knee between my bent, spread legs.

"Go ahead." He says in a cocky voice that makes me melt. I still feel a bit dizzy, but it's a good type of dizzy. The kind that warms my belly and makes me more confident.

I trail my hand up his chest so I can pull off his shirt, and I can't help but get lost in the amazing smell of his expensive cologne. Boys are always a hundred times better looking when they smell good. It's science.

When his shirt comes off, his hair gets a bit disheveled and I instantly kiss him because he looks too good to be true. He complies in a blink, eager to get our tongues together again.

Niall eventually pulls off and moves one of his legs over my right knee so he can grind down on it as we resume kissing.

He tastes like cocktails, gum and cigarettes, and I absolutely love it. I love him. But I'm not about to tell him, because it didn't turn out so well just an hour ago.

My left hand clings to his back as my right one travels down his chest until it reaches the hem of his jeans, and I unbutton them before I slide down the zipper.

He feels big in my hand and I wonder how did I even end up doing this. I think back to the times when I literally used to randomly dream about having sex with him, and now here I am.

Niall grinds into my palm when I cup him, and I smile against his lips.

"Take your jeans off please."

"So polite, always." He laughs and stands up on the bed so he can pull his pants off. He leaves his boxers on though, probably because he thinks it's fun to tease me.

"You're next." He mumbles before leaning back towards me to kiss and lick the side of my neck.

I instantly moan, because if there is one thing I'm a sucker for, it's neck kisses. He moves back between my legs and presses our chests together before he gets back to work on my neck, driving me absolutely crazy.

"Niall." I warn, clasping my legs around him because it's too much.

"Hm?" he hums on my neck, and I can feel him smirking.

"Stop."

"You want me to stop?"

He pulls back to look me in the eyes.

"Well...no. But it's too much."

"Didn't think it was a bad thing."

He resumes licking and sucking on my neck as his left hand wanders down my chest and slips into my panties. I arch up into his hand when he presses his middle finger against my clit in an experienced manner.

"Fucking Christ." I breathe, bringing my hands up to tangle into his hair.

Niall applies pressure on his finger and begins trailing downwards with his kisses until he reaches the valley of my breasts.

"Up." he instructs, reaching his other hand under my back so he can unclasp my bra.

I lift my back off the mattress and he undoes the claps in one easy movement, before continuing with the kisses once the bra is off.

"So beautiful." He whispers, attaching his lips to my right nipple and sucking on it, in rhythm with the movements of his finger. I grip into his hair as my legs buckle from the amounting pleasure, and I wonder if I will even get to the part where he fucks me.

He moves on to the other breast when he thinks he's done his job, and at the same time slipping a finger inside of me. It's so unexpected that my legs give out so they're flat on the mattress.

"Do you have a condom?"

"No."

I stop, but he keeps going.

"And you want to do it without one?" I ask, unsurely. I wouldn't mind, because I know he's clean since they're always getting tested on the football team, but I wouldn't want to get pregnant at eighteen.

"Well we're both clean and I'm going to pull out before I come. I've done that before."

I nod, although I don't really like the 'before' term, because it reminds me that he's done this with many people and I might not live up to his expectations.

He eventually lets go of my other nipple too so he can kiss down my stomach and finally take off my panties. He settles between my thighs and licks his lips.

"Tongue or fingers?" he asks, looking up at me. I take a moment to stare at his dilated eyes and messy hair, before I manage to croak out a weak 'both'.

He nods, smiling. "Greedy."

I put my hands back into his hair and guide his face between my legs. The feeling of his tongue against me, combined with his fingers, is definitely too much to bare, so I let out a long moan as I grind against his face. His strong arms wrap themselves around my thighs.

"Who knew you were such a dirty girl hm?" he asks, eyes drifting up to my face for a split of a second.

"I might be a bit drunk still."

He stops and looks up at me properly this time, brows furrowed. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

"You're not. I've wanted this for a long time, please just get back to..."

"Get back to what?"

"Eating me out, God."

"Yes princess." He smirks and ducks his head back between my legs to lick long stripes over my entrance and suck on my clit.

He's so experienced and makes me feel so good that I feel like I'm drowning and all I can hear is NiallNiallNiall.

I close my eyes so I can solely focus on his mouth, but it turns out to be too much and I want him to just get to it already. I clench my thighs around his head, his hair tickling my skin.

"Niall." I say and tug at his hair to get his attention.

He looks up at me with a questioning look.

"Can you just-get inside me already?"

He nods and lets go of my thighs so he can come up to place a kiss to my lips.

"Are you sure you want this?"

I nod, not hesitating at all.

"And with no condom?"

I nod again. "I trust you."

"Okay then. Tell me if you want me to stop."

I bite my lip as he positions himself between my legs; one arm next to my head and the other down, so he can take a hold of his cock.

I wrap my arms around his neck when I feel his tip pushing in, and it doesn't hurt so far. However, I know I spoke too soon when he finally pushes in halfway and I feel a lot of pain in the pit of my stomach.

"You okay?" he heavily breathes, looking me in the eye.

"Yeah just-give me a second." I answer, bending my knees to clench around his sides. "You can move."

He pushes a bit more, before pulling it out almost all the way, and then pushing back in until he bottoms out. I whimper because the pain is almost nauseating, until it eventually fades.

"Good?"

"Better." I say, unwrapping my arms from his neck so I can dig my nails into his back.

He bites his lip when he finally stops moving, and I can already feel pleasure taking over.

I can't believe I'm having sex with Niall

He presses his lips to my neck once again, and that combined with him thrusting into me starts feeling so good I'm moaning again.

"Fuck, it feels so good." I breathe as I dig my nails further into his skin. I end up actually scratching him up and down his back when he starts picking up his pace.

"You have no idea." He says and lets out a breathy laugh into my neck before he continues sucking on it.

"Don't-stop sucking on my neck please."

"Mmwhy?"

"Because I might come too soon."

"Same."

My laugh turns into a moan when he gives a deep thrust, and my heels dig into his calves.

He keeps his fast pace for a couple of minutes, and I can feel myself nearing my climax, so I bring a hand between us to rub my clit until I finally reach my high.

"Don't touch yourself." He growls, immediately pulling my hand away.

"But I need to-"

"I can fuck you good." Niall says and takes a hold of my arms to bring them up over my head. He intertwines our fingers next to each side of my head and kisses me open-mouthed as he slows down, choosing to thrust deeper instead.

It feels so good and sensual that my head is spinning again.

"Niall I'm so close, please."

He changes the angle and rubs right against my g-spot, which. Fuck. Okay. Is the best thing I've ever felt in my entire life.

I moan and arch my back as I finally reach the second orgasm of my life. It feels so good that my toes curl and my legs tremble as I grind against his cock to ride out my climax.

"Shit, don't do that you have no idea" he says, giving a hard thrust "what it fucking does to me."

He buries his face into my neck and lets out a groan before he suddenly pulls out.

"What are you doing-" I ask but then understand when I watch him quickly jerk himself off, right before he comes all over my stomach with a moan.

He lets go of the hand that remained intertwined and collapses next to me to try and regain his breath. My legs are still shaking and I feel numb, unable to even get up from the bed.

"I can't feel my vagina." I say, turning my head to look at him.

He chuckles. "Then I've done my job."

"Was it good for you too? I mean, was it okay?" I ask, not meeting his eyes.

"Are you kidding? I've never finished so fast in me entire life. How long did it last? Ten minutes? I usually last like twenty, thirty minutes."

"Seriously? Don't you get bored?"

Niall shakes his head. "I can't get tired of sex."

I smile, trailing my eyes over his chest, stopping on his tattoo. "You know you're going to clean us up right? Because I can't walk right now."

"Hey, I said I'll take care of you, so I'm here 'till the end."

He gets out of bed and I try not to stare at his ass when he walks over to the bathroom so he can get a flannel and clean me up.

"I'm going to take a shower." He announces once he cleaned me up properly.

I crack my neck when he door closes and manage to get out of bed so I can rummage through his suitcase for something to use as PJ's. I find his famous CRAZY MOFOS shirt so I slide it over my head and get back into bed. Just as I lay down, I feel something piling up in my throat and-oh no. Not again.

I instantly shoot out of bed and run over to the bathroom, throwing up as soon as I put the toilet seat up. The shower stops and Niall steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He doesn't say anything as he holds my hair in a ponytail so I won't get it messy as I lean over the toilet, trying to throw up but nothing comes up.

"Try to um-fuck, I can't believe I'm telling you this. Make yourself throw up. It'll help."

I nod and push two fingers down my throat like I usually do, and the liquid eventually comes out.

"Rey why-fuck, why isn't there any food coming up?"

Why didn't you notice this earlier when I threw up? Jesus give me a break.

I don't answer and I lean back on my heels when I'm done. I feel a bit better, so I get up from the floor and go to rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth again.

"Rey?"

"What?" I ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"You're one of those girls who don't eat to get thinner." He states, knitting his eyebrows together.

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"If I was, I would be thin."

He lets out an exasperated sigh. "You don't have to be fucking thin to have an eating disorder!"

I roll my eyes, even though I know he's right.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

"Fine." He huffs, closing the door as soon as I'm out of the bathroom.

I get into the bed and pull the covers up to my chin before I grab my phone to check my messages. I have two drunken texts from Jake, a worried text from Louis and Sophia, and a Snap from Leigh-Anne with her and Aaron pouting about the fact that I left.

When Niall comes out of the bathroom, he's wearing a shirt and boxers, but walk right out the door. He's back in two minutes with an apple and a fruit bar.

"Eat these."

I scrunch my nose. "I don't need you babying me. I can take care of myself."

"No, you can't! I could feel your hipbones earlier. It's not good Rey."

I take the apple from him and sit up against the headboard while he crawls over to sit next to me. He watches me as I chew and I make a face at him to stop staring.

I follow his eyes to my right hand.

"Is that why you sometimes have red marks or small scars on the top of your right hand? Because you make yourself purge?" he asks.

"Why do you know these details?"

He shrugs. "I just notice stuff."

"It's weird." I lie. The fact that he pays attention to me when I don't notice makes something fuzzy erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"So how long has this been going on?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Stop playing dumb Rey. Your eating disorder."

"Ugh, stop with that shit. That's a mental illness. I'm on a diet."

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

"You're going to die. And I don't want you to die. I already told you this."

"I'm not going to die if I lose a few pounds."

He shuts up and takes his phone, typing something on it.

"What?" I ask when I see his expression harden as he reads whatever is written on the screen.

"The physical effects of starvation are often irreversible, and reflect the extremely high rate of deaths associated with anorexia nervosa." He starts, then looks at me sternly so I resume eating my apple. "The effects of anorexia can be infertility, shutdown of major body systems, brain damage-" his voice shakes a bit "heart attacks, and death. Goddamn it Rey!"

I look at him, startled. "I've had this since I started high school, and I'm not dead yet."

He rubs his forehead with his palm as he thinks. "Please just-let me help you okay? I just want to help. I don't care if you hate me."

"I don't hate you for wanting to help I just-I don't think it'd work. I don't want help."

"There's a difference between want and need Rey."

"Niall." I sigh, finishing the last bits of my apple.

He hands me the bar without saying anything and I take it, because truth be told, I am indeed a bit hungry. I check the calorie count on the back before though. 80 kcal. Ugh.

"Stop looking at the calorie count."

"You have it so easy you know?" I say as I unwrap the bar. "Don't you think I wish I could be like you? To have a fast metabolism and to be able to eat anything I want without worrying, thinking about the calories and feel the need to throw up everything that goes into my mouth? I do want that Niall, but I can't. I just can't. I've tried. But people don't like me when I'm overweight."

"You're not-who gives a fucking shit about your weight? Are you seriously putting your appearance before your mental and body health, just to please other people?"

I look down at the bar. "No. I do it to feel good about myself. And if people like me, then I feel good."

Niall closes his eyes for a moment. "Who do you want to like you? Who are you trying to impress?"

"Everyone."

"Everyone can't be pleased."

I roll my eyes as I take a bite. "You know, you go on and on about body positivity but you've never looked my way these past four years until I've started to actually lose weight."

"What?" he asks, shocked. "I never even knew who you were because I was one year above! And you were silent and I just-look. No one's opinion should matter, except yours."

"Easy for you to say. Everyone likes you, so you have a perfect life."

"My life is far from perfect."

I take another bite, and the bar is already gone. I swallow it properly before speaking.

"Come on Niall. You have everything. Money, loads of friends, good looks, amazing parents. Everyone likes you."

"Okay, first of all. Money doesn't buy happiness okay? That's bullshit. Ninety percent of the people I'm associated with don't even care about me as a person, and my good looks are irrelevant to me."

He stops, and I know he's debating whether he should continue speaking or not. I turn the light off so he doesn't feel exposed. It's always easier to tell the truth in the dark.

"And my parents. They're far from amazing. They fight all the fucking time, everywhere. They're going to get divorced when I graduate."

"How do you know?"

"Because I saw the divorce papers in my dad's office. They weren't signed but they're going to."

Niall makes a short pause.

"And they're never there." He says, looking at his hands resting on his thighs.

"What do you mean?"

"They're always busy. Barely ever home. They always say they'll come to watch me play, but you know how matches they've attended for the past five years since I joined the team?"

I shake my head.

"Zero."

"Is that why you're always looking for someone?"

He nods. "I always know they're not going to show up, but I still look because maybe, just maybe, they came."

My heart and head hurts.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I don't need your pity. I just wanted to prove to you that my life isn't as perfect as you think. And not everyone likes me."

"That's untrue. Literally everyone at school likes and admires you. Except for the teachers, but they don't-"

"I don't like myself." He interrupts, turning his head to look at me. "And if I can't like myself, then I can't accept it when others like me. So when you told me that you loved me-I can't believe it, you know? It's weird to think about that."

I bite my lip so I won't start crying.

"But you're so..." I say, not sure how to put it in words. "You're great Niall."

"Thanks." He snorts.

"No, but really. I'm not just saying this to make you feel better. All your friends care so much about you because you're funny and nice-sometimes and you're really passionate about the things you like it's just-you're a really amazing person. That's why people admire you. Because you don't care about what others think of you and you're yourself."

He leans his head back against the headboard.

"I just, you know. I do care. But I just don't show it because if people see you do, they'll take advantage of it. And you'll get hurt."

He bends his knees to rest his stretched arms on them. Even through the light coming from the street, he looks tired and honest and unsure of himself.

And I suddenly realize that this is the Niall not many people get to see. On the outside, he's a loud boy with dirty jokes and cocky attitude; but on the inside, in private, he's silent and unsure of himself.

My heart warms at the thought of being one of the few people he trusts and shows his true self to.

"I think..." I start, but I can't really say anything.

"You think?"

"We should go to sleep. I'm really tired."

"Yeah, me too."

We get under the covers so I cuddle up to him, nuzzling my head into his shoulder and putting an arm over his chest.

"You know, you're a really good person. And I'm honored that you trusted me with all of this. You're worth so much more than you give yourself credit for."

His right arm comes around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"I've never told that to anyone before, but you're just-you're someone I know I can trust."

"I'm glad. You can tell me anything, just so you know. I won't judge you."

"I'm sorry."

I look up. "About what?"

"Not saying it back."

"It's fine. I just wanted you to know that."

He presses a kiss to the top of my head.

I take back everything I said about the g-spot being the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

Because this right here; him holding me as we fall asleep, definitely tops everything.

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Aaron wakes us both a few hours later, even though it's still dark.

"Mmwhat?" Niall mumbles, rubbing his eyes but doesn't open them.

"You leave for the airport in two hours from the school parking lot, and I think Rey needs to go home."

"Shit, yeah." I say and untangle myself from Niall so I can stand up from the bed. "Sorry for...uh, staying here."

"It's fine." Aaron smiles, giving me a onceover. "Leigh is already up so you can ring the doorbell when you get to her house."

"Do you want me to come with you in the taxi?" Niall asks from the bed, even though it's obvious that he would prefer it if he didn't have to move.

"No, it's fine."

"Take some money from my wallet."

"Niall-"

"Do it." he says, and then turns on his side.

I sigh and go over to his wallet so I can pull out a ten euro bill.

"I'll call you a taxi." Aaron tells me as I gather my things from the floor and slip into my heels. I must look like a wreck; with last night's makeup, a white shirt that's more like a dress, and high heels.

I say goodbye to Niall and he responds with a weak wave that makes me wonder if this was just a one-night stand. Probably.

As I sit in the taxi on my way to Leigh-Anne's, I tell myself to not get affected if nothing changes between us because after all; it's Niall. And I don't want to be annoying and clingy.

When I get to the house, I pack my stuff and try to avoid their questions about what happened by responding with a simple 'nothing important'. Of course I'd tell Sophia and Jake if they asked, and maybe Louis. But that's it. It's not something I like to talk freely about since I'll look like a big loser, probably.

Goodbyes are just as emotional with the french students as they were with the polish ones, and we arrive in Manchester after noon. Niall and I are back to normal, which means teasing and joking around, like last night didn't even happen.

"Rey?" Sophia asks as we walk towards the arrivals section.

"Hm?"

"Did you have sex with Niall?" Jake asks, ambushing me from the other side.

"Uh."

Sophia looks at me insistently because we're getting closer and closer to our parents, so we're on the clock.

"Yeah." I eventually say.

They start freaking out, congratulating me and smiling like they just got the best news ever. To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything else anyway.

"How was it?" Sophia asks.

"Good."

"Did you bleed?"

"No? Was I supposed to?"

"Well I'm not surprised." Jake says before waving to his mother. "If he fingered you before, those long fingers of his already took your virginity."

Sophia and I laugh, just as I make eye contact with my dad. He's talking on the phone but smiles when he sees me.

After a couple of 'see you on Monday''s, we finally part ways from everyone. Katherine starts talking about how great Poland was, and then France, and then her exchange students, while I remain silent in the backseat, thinking about how I desperately need a shower.

"Happy birthday Rey." My dad tells me when Katherine finally stops talking, but that causes her to start talking about my birthday party.

When we get home, my mother's car is also in front of the gate, which is just...super.

She greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and wishes me happy birthday before handing me a small envelope that probably contains money.

"Thanks mom."

As soon as I open the door to my room, Nacho pads over to me and paws at my leg.

"Hi baby." I smile and bend down to pick him up and cuddle her into my cheek. "Has my mother been taking good care of you?"

He looks at me innocently and I kiss his head before placing him on my bed. His food bowl is filled and his water is fresh, which is something I didn't expect to come back to if I'm being honest.

I take a shower and then sit down at my desk so I can call someone for the homework that's been piling up for the past week.

I don't really talk to Niall for the rest of the weekend unless it's on our WhatsApp group, but I try to convince myself that I don't care. After all, we had sex; we didn't get married.

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Going back to school feels like coming home after having a good time on holiday. Or going back to hell. Both fit.

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The only thing keeping me going is the thought of going to see Arctic Monkeys in concert on Saturday.

We're in the cafeteria for lunch, and of course I can already feel Niall staring at me as I look down at my food.

His eyes fall down at the back of my hand, probably looking if I have any recent marks there. There are none.

I shoot him a look and he goes back to chewing his food.

"I can't wait for the concert on Saturday." Jake excitedly says as he eats.

"Who can? These days will pass by so slow I'm going to grow grey hair."

I laugh at Liam's words and make eye contact with Sophia.

"Don't look but Luke is coming over." Louis asks and all of us turn our heads at the same time.

"I said don't look!"

Luke walks over quite determined and I am scared of what's to come.

He stops at our table next to me and I look at him curiously.

"So you didn't want to fuck me but you fucked Niall on your birthday?" He asks.

Judging by Niall's face, this won't end well.

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