Her|| Dark Niall

Niall

Niall's pov*

"HARRY CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I scream from upstairs

God he's so annoying can't get a minute of sleep with this fucker in the house. Why does he feel the need to fuck everything that walks and why in the living room. Also why does she sound like some stuck up porn star it can't be that good? Can it? "Eww god Niall give it a rest." I say to myself and cringe. I'm just going to fall back asleep and see what happens when I wake.

When I wake up later I feel it's safe enough to go downstairs and play my guitar. It just always seems to be the first thing I want to do when I wake up apart from brushing my teeth of course. It's like the therapy since my crapped out mom couldn't pay for it. When my dad left she became different. I don't understand why she was so upset he would always hit her and make her worship him and if she didn't you could hear her cries all night. I was so glad he found that whore she can keep him. My mom became so distant she was in so much pain there was nothing I could do to help her so she just wrapped herself in drugs and alcohol. It's funny because she would preach to me she would never hit her kid the way my dad hit her, but that's exactly what she did when I was fifteen.

Now that i'm somewhat "rich?" I don't know if that's the right term because i'm not like a billionaire but I know I would never have to worry about money again. The only time she would call me was to ask for money from some type of drugs and/or alcohol. I remember when I turned sixteen I started working and I would bring my checks back home to my mom excited that I started making my own money and she told me she would cash it out instead she stole it and told me "we are going to keep it in your savings for college." Of course I believed her even though I knew I shouldn't have. My mom is toxic so the minute i turned eighteen i got the hell out of there.

Now i'm here, living in a huge ass mansion with my two best friends Harry and Zayn. Both annoying fuckers but still I wouldn't be where I am without them including the fucking bitches and getting money, but I do owe them my life for getting me out of my house and helping me get on my feet even if that was dealing and killing.

The funny thing is that we have a band so we decided we needed some sort of cover. You wouldn't think 3 hot ass guys in a band would be capable of murder would you? Well maybe all of the tattoos might make it believable but other than that we are normal guys who came together in a garage and now we are here. At least that's our story. Well we also are pretty good at singing and I personally love to sing so maybe it's not a cover we just come with a lot of baggage that no one, not even our manager can find out about.

Anyway, I finally get downstairs and I don't see Harry or Zayn and honestly i don't give a fuck. I sit by the piano even though i don't really play much but i use it to write music and play my guitar. I play a few chords until I hear the door slam open and realize its Zayn.

"Hey dude we are going to the bar tonight." Zayn says annoyingly

"First off I was trying to do something and you fucking interrupted me, but you always know im up for a good drink. So which bar?" I say with a grin on my face.

"I don't fucking know what it's called but apparently it's like a cafe during the day and a bar at night. That's fucking sick, so like if you get completely wasted you can just stay there all night and get you a good ole cup of coffee in the morning." Zayn carries on.

"Honestly didn't need to know all that just what time do I need to get ready?" I say pissed off

"it opens at eight and i'll be back to get you."Zayn says as he runs back out the door.

Ugh he's so annoying but i have four hours before he's back so let's get to playing. I feel i'm the only who even gives a fuck about our band anyway so if i don't write the songs who will? To be honest i've always liked to sing so this band thing isn't so bad. Also when hot chicks come and throw their bras at you to me it seems like a win, win. I've always wanted to have a band and sing. Singing was always my get away from the fucked up life i've lived, t'was like an escape. As pussy as that sounds. So that's what I do for the next three hours, I write and write.

As I look in my closet for something to wear I come across a few white and black tees well because that's all I own there's a few blues and red but I never wear them so they just sit and rot. I decide on a white tee with cherries on them because who doesn't like cherries ? Then I slip on my black jeans with rips in the knees, my black converse hightop of course and a black snap back hat so I don't have to put much effort into my dry hair. God i should stop bleaching my hair, oh well its hair i don't give two fucks. I then grab my black sunglasses and go downstairs not caring to look in the mirror because I just don't want to... Then I head downstairs to wait for Zayn to come and get me. I don't understand why he couldn't just find out the name and let me meet him there, fuck he's an idiot.

"Hey bitch lets go." Zayn exclaims as he bursts through the front door.

"Dude you could've fucking called me and i would've walked out to the front, don't burst in here like some maniac before I kill you." I say with a serious look on my face.

"damn dude my bad lighten up." Zayn says

"sorry man just tired." I say genuinely feeling bad for saying that.

"Harry up all night fucking a new bitch?" Zayn says with a grin

"What do you think? I don't get why he won't just fucking get his own place to do all that shit. We clearly can afford it." I say as I point back to our fucking huge house.

Zayn just chuckles as we back out of the gate to our house. When we arrive I look at him weird because the bar looks so small and how you say poor. Well it's not huge like other bars I've been to.

When we walk in there's no applause, no women running over, no loud noise, and there's even no girls in here, well none that I've seen so far. Oh no I stand corrected there's to girls at the end of the bar but they're just talking to each other. This might be my go to bar now it's... quiet.

I wait for Zayn to walk in and I can't help but look at the one out of the two girls there she's wearing a little black dress with a small heel. She has very long dark hair that flows over her shoulders down to her back, with very tan skin. I've seen a lot of girls that look like that so why am i so drawn to this one? What is it about her? I don't know I just go and take a seat at the bar next to a few middle aged men that's keeping me and this girl so far apart, which is kind of annoying but i'll get over it.

I can't seem to take my eyes off of her and she seems to feel the same towards me. I can understand because I'm so hot.

Even though she's dressed really sexy and looks hot I can tell she's uncomfortable, innocent, and shy. I can tell she feels like she doesn't belong and this isn't what she does on a normal Friday night. I almost feel like if i started something with her she would get too attached and we all know how i feel about that. Even though everything about her is screaming at me, do I take that risk in running her life or do I leave as if I never saw her. Do I take that innocence she has away from her?