could you do a niall blurb about something kind of off slow hands like super sweet, relaxed, tired with like shoulder kisses
Niall was exhausted. Promo all day for this new CD coming out resulting in a 14-16 hour work days had taken it’s toll. Not to mention he hadn’t seen you in a couple days although it felt like weeks at this point.
He deposited his keys and shoes in the front hallway even though he knew you hated that. He was far too exhausted at this point to even think about putting anything in it’s proper area.
He walked into your bedroom, took two long strides towards the bed and collapsed face down into the pillows. You looked up from your Chemistry book, twisting your body around to survey your very hot, very sweet, very tired boyfriend groaning into the mountain of pillows behind you like he had just ran 15 miles.
“How was the promotion today?”
Niall snorted into the pillow, his body jerking a bit when he did so,
“Long. What time did I leave this mornin’?” He asked, his voice muffled due to the fact that his face was smashed into a mountain of cotton.
“Think it was three or four. I don’t remember.”
He lifted his head out of the pillow mountain,
“Three.” He said, pushing himself up onto his hands, “It was three.”
He took a moment to look around the room. You were seated Indian style on the bed. Your Chem book open in front of you. A bag of peanuts in which you’d randomly reach over and grab a few every couple of minutes was sitting next to you. And the TV was on, though muted.
“Studyin’? Thought school was over.”
“It is. I’m just trying to see how I did on the final today.”