"Will ya?" Niall asked me. He didn't hesitate at all. Niall is very straight forward. When he's drunk anyways. 

"Niall!" I said in disbelief and he laughed. smirking a little. The bugger is'just chancing his arm and he's drunk so he probably doesn't know what he's saying. "No, I will not." i said.

"Ah go on, please." He pleaded. Gosh, he's such a typical boy.

"Niall, you don't just ask people that." I laughed.

"Please." He whined, drawing out the end of the word. 

"Why don't you ask me sometime you're not drunk and I might consider it." I said to him and he huffed. 

"M'too shy sober." He said. 

"Well, you're certainly not shy drunk." I laughed. 

"But you've given one before, can't you give me one?" He basically pleaded and I couldn't help but laugh at his desperation. 

"Niall, ask when you're not drunk." 

"I'm sober now." He said. "So can I have a handjob?" 

"You are nowhere near sober you drunk bastard." I said and he giggled. 

"May as well finish this." He said and took the glass from me, downing whatever was left in it. 

"Oh my God Niall." I laughed. "I take it we're staying here tonight seeing as you're pissed." I pointed out. 

"I guess." Niall shrugged, putting his feet up on the coffee table after kicking his shoes off. "You're not very drunk, want a beer?" Niall asked me. 

"I think I'll pass." I said. I don't want to wake up tomorrow with a hangover and I know Niall is gonna have one. I'm only a little drunk, at least I can control myself unlike Nialler here. 

"You're not very fun are you?" Niall asked and looked over at me. "Like you won't drink, you won't give me a handjob." He smiled. 

"Niall!" I shouted for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. 

"Come on, it's not that bad, really." 

"Stop chancing your arm mister." I slapped him and he giggled. 

"Please?" He begged, looking over at me with his irresistible blue eyes and sticking out his bottom lip. 

I pondered over it for quite a while. If I do it, he will shut up, if I don't do it I'll probably never hear the end of it until I do it. And he's kinda hot so that's a bonus right? In all fairness, it's nothing I haven't done before and maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be bigger than three inches like the last boy. He has been nice to me these past few days so it's like a thank you, right?

"Fine," I sighed. "But only because you've been nice to me and you probably won't shut up until I do it." 

"Yes!" He balled a fist in the air triumphantly, obviously feeling victorious. He put his feet up on footrest on the sofa and grabbed me and pulled  me onto his lap so I was straddling his thighs. 

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into. My exact thoughts last time I done this too. I'm hardly going to wimp out of it now though. 

He smiled brightly and giggled at me as I put my hand over his crotch. Then I rubbed my hand a little and his expression suddenly got serious and he let out a soft moan. 

"Haven't- fuck haven't had a handjob in like two years." Niall swallowed hard and looked up at me. Then he gasped as I grabbed him though his jeans and i felt him hardening a considerate amount. "Fuck." He cursed, straightening up and fisted the cushion beside him. "Been a while so it's probably be a lot." He warned me. Great Niall. 

i went to unbutton his jeans when he stopped me, grabbing my wrist, restraining me from doing so. 

"Don't take my boxers off." He said and his eyes looked kind of worried. 

"Why not?" I asked and he started to panic for some reason.

"I um, I um.." He stammered. "I'm small and I don't want you to see me." He blushed. 

"So you're not shy to ask for a handjob but then you won't let me see your bits?" I asked him and he hesitantly nodded. 

"Just put your hand in my boxers." He suggested. I don't understand this boy. He's so confusing. 

"I bet you have nothing to be ashamed about." I said.

"Trust me, I do." He softly said. 

"Niall, I promise I won't make fun of you." I reassured him. 

"No, please just listen to me." He desperately said.

"Okay, okay I will." I said and kissed his cheek delicately then I shakily reached for his buttons again. He helped me open them then he lifted his bum off the sofa and pulled them halfway down his thighs. I lifted myself off his lap so he could push them down further. Then I sat back down and a massive bulge was facing me and it was me who had to deal with it. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

I touched him through the thin material and he hissed and his hips shot upwards at the action. There was a small wet patch at the front where he was leaking. I looked into his eyes and he looked  back, his eyes were a darker shade of blue and his pupils were dilated, like earlier today. 

He grabbed my wrist and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, making just enough room for my hand to slip in. He lead it there and watched me as I gently touched him. He gasped loudly as my skin met his. 

"Grab it entirely in your hand." He commanded and I obeyed. I couldn't see him but I could feel him and he felt massive. He was very long and very thick, I don't know what he's so sensitive about. 

I gasped when I felt it twitch in my hand and he gave me a sort of half smile. "Pump." He demanded and I did just as he said, trying not to think of what I was really doing because what is even going on? I have my hand in Niall Horan's pants. 

He threw his head back in pleasure and gripped my shirt in one hand, looking up at the ceiling. 

"Oh fuck, that's good." He gasped and his back arched. He felt so hard and yes, he was a lot bigger than the last guy. A lot. 

"Am I doing okay?" I asked him and he nodded, fisting the throw beneath us. His hips buckled up into my hand repeatedly. He clenched his teeth and let out a loud moan as I squeezed going down on his tip. I like seeing him vulnerable like this, I know I am in control right now and that makes me feel superior for once. 

"How- do- you- know- how to- do this- so- well?" Niall asked, gasping between each word. 

"I don't, I'm just guessing." I said and he groaned loudly. 

"Mmm." He moaned. "Kiss me."  He said, lifting his head so I could kiss him. I wish he would just hurry up and come so this can be over and I can take my hand out of his over-heated, damp, clammy pants. 

"Niall, come." I demanded against his lips making him grunt and his hips to fly in a upwards motion again,  but when he didn't come I put my other hand down there as well and started to play with his balls. 

"Fuck Jenny." He yelled as I done this. "Keep going, I'm gonna come." He warned, grunting and I sighed in relief knowing this would all be over soon. I like pleasuring him though. I don't know why but it makes me feel good to know I am making him feel good. 

I could feel his thighs tensing beneath me and I knew he was close. His chest was rising rapidly and I could see the sweat accumulating on his forehead where a vein also stood out as his eyebrows furrowed.  "Fuck here it comes!" Niall shouted. 

A few more tugs and Niall was basically crying out. I felt something warm and sticky eject out of his hardened remember and it didn't seem to ever stop. He just kept coming and coming, or so it seemed. 

He slumped back against the sofa as he came, his expression was just full of pleasure and his mouth made a perfect 'o' shape while those beautiful blue eyes screwed shut. He was moaning very loudly and his hips kept twitching. His grip on my shirt and the throw loosened as his high took over and his whole body became slack but shook with pleasure. 

I kept pumping him until I felt him go limp in my hand and by this stage he was in over-stimulation. "That's enough." He gasped, grabbing my hand through the material, stopping my movements. His head fell back on the sofa again and he closed my eyes. 

"Niall." I said and he cracked his eyes open. "Can you let go of my hand so I can take it out of your pants." I laughed a little and he blushed and loosened his grip on my hand so I could move my hands. 

I took them out and my right one was now covered with Niall's come. Nice. Imagine the amount of girls that would love to be in my situation right now with Niall Horan's come on their hand. Me? Not so much. 

"Here, you can have this back." I said, wiping my hand on Niall's black shirt he was wearing. I looked up at him and his hair was a mess now and his cheeks were a rosy red. He looked like pure and utter sex. He looked so fucking hot. 

The place grew very quiet other than Niall trying to regain his breath. He put his arms around me again and pulled me down for a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder as his breathing finally regulated again. I guess it's been a while for the poor drunk bastard. 

"Fuck that was good." He finally said and kissed my neck, his hot breath cascading down it. "That was amazing." He commented, letting his head fall back against the sofa again. 

"I bet you're just saying that." I shyly replied. 

"Fuck no, I'm drunk, I'd be honest if it wasn't good and sure look how wet my boxers are." He pointed out. 

"Mmm, don't need to see." I said making him laugh. My hand still felt all sticky but I didn't want to move to wash them because I like sitting here with Niall. 

"If ya want I'll finger ya." Niall offered. 

"Yeah, I think I'm okay but thanks for the offer." I patted his shoulder. 

"Well, if ya ever feel like it, you know where to find me." He slurred. Niall is very classy drunk, isn't he? "I better go change." He sighed and I slid off his lap, allowing him to stand up. He came back some minutes later with a new pair of black boxers and a black shirt on. He looks hot in black whoa. 

When he came into the room he tripped on a bag that was lying on the floor. "Oh God Niall." I laughed, clamping my hand over my mouth. I went over and aided him to stand though, I may be mean but I am not that mean. 

I had to help him walk back, he was stumbling everywhere. "Niall, please don't drink so much ever again." I sighed as I helped him sit back down. 

"Thanks." He smiled at me as I plopped myself down next to him. I looked at the time, it was half eleven already, what the fuck? I scrolled through twitter, I had gotten a lot of followers since. I have nearly one hundred thousand. Yeah.. it's a lot. 

"Should we go to bed?" I asked him after a few minutes. When he didn't reply I looked up to see him conked out. "Niall." I said but he just let out a snore. I decided to be cruel and I snapped a quick picture of him and tweeted 'A little too much to drink Nialler? @NiallOfficial'

In a matter of seconds it had over one hundred retweets. 

"Niall!" I shouted, waking him up from his short slumber. He jumped and looked up at me with confused eyes. "Come on, bed time." I said, slapping his leg and standing up. He groaned and furrowed his eyebrows looking up at me. "Get up." I said and held my hand out to him. He took it and I helped him to stand then I had to help him walk to bed. 

"You're useless drunk." I sighed as he dropped to his bed. "At least give me clothes to wear for the night." I said. He sat up and took off his shirt ans threw it at me. Then I ventured in his drawers until I found the one with shorts it in and I took a pair of grey nike ones and slipped them on. 

I got into bed beside him after turning the lights off and he immediately pushed his body up against mine. "Goodnight Niall." I said and he hummed. 

"Night Jenny." He replied and reached up and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for tonight." He sighed contently. After a few minutes he spoke again. "I think I like you." 

My breath hitched, did he just say that? No, he's drunk, he hasn't a clue what he's saying. He doesn't, does he?

I know he doesn't like me, he always said he could never like me. It's just the drink talking. 

I wish it wasn't though.. 

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