Dangerous- Niall Horan Fanfic (Narlettshipper)

Chapter 2

I woke up with a start, sitting straight up in my bed as I tried to catch my breath. My clothes were soaked in sweat, my breathing rapid and my skin feeling clammy. I closed my eyes, thanking the lord that it had only been a dream. Everything that happened last night rushed back to me, Bradyn's bloody nose, the text. Thankfully, the unknown number who I presumed to be the boy had not contacted me after that.

I pushed the covers off my body, my legs swinging over the side of the mattress. I took one last deep breath, my feet hitting the carpeted floor. I strolled toward my dresser, pulling open the wooden drawer and scanning the clothes neatly folded inside. I pulled out a comfy t shirt, followed by a pair of simple denim skinny jeans. My only plans today were to find out what the hell happened last night with Bradyn.

I pushed open my bathroom door, grabbing a towel and setting it on the counter along with my clothes. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, grimacing at what I saw. Tear tracks stained my face, black makeup stuck to my cheeks and around my eyes, giving me the very unpleasant, 'raccoon look'.

I stripped out of pajamas, kicking the pj bottoms aside with my foot as I peeled the top from my upper body. I turned the shower on the settings I like, pushing the shower curtain aside as I stepped in. The warm water trickled down my body, ridding it of any sweat as well as the makeup and tears from my face. I made sure to get my dark hair under the stream, soaking it, thus making it turn into an almost black color. I shrugged off the observation as I picked up the shampoo bottle, squirting some into the palm of my hands and lathering it up.

Once out, I wrapped the white towel around my body. Another towel went atop my head, my hair wrapped inside of it. I dropped the towel once my body was dried, pulling on my undergarments. I wiggled and hopped up and down as I pulled the jeans up my legs, then throwing the t shirt on.

I brushed through my hair, getting rid of any knots. I decided to skip makeup, and went back into my room to find my shoes.

I laced the black vans up on my feet, then grabbing my phone. I skipped down the stairs, hearing my mum busy in the kitchen.

"Hey mum" I said casually, pushing open the kitchen door. She looked startled for a second, her body jumping as she stopped mixing the pancake batter for a second. I tilted my head in confusion, she seemed to regain her cool once her eyes met mine.

"Oh, morning Scar" she smiled, looking back down at the food she was preparing. I eyed her carefully, walking across the kitchen and taking a seat on in one of the chairs at our dining table. Sad as it is, there was only two chairs placed in the kitchen.

"Are you alright"? I asked her. I could see her muscles stiffen for a second, before they relaxed. "Yeah, I'm just a bit off this morning" she explained.

The pancakes were set infront of me, syrup and a fork had already been on the table. I drizzled some maple syrup onto the fluffy cakes, cutting them up and taking a forkful of it into my mouth.

Once I finished, I put my silverware and plate in the sink. I pushed open the doors, my mum sat on the couch with her legs curled up, reading a book.

"Hey mum, I'll be out for a bit" I called, walking towards the front door. She immediatley jumped up from her spot on the couch, coming to stand infront of me, blocking the door.

"Mum, what on earth are you doing"? I asked, bewildered.

"Bradyn went on vacation" she said, obviously a lie. She gave me a weak smile, hoping I'd believe the false explanation.

"Mhm, I'm sure that's true. Just move" I told her, growing frustrated.

"Don't talk to me like! It's for your own good".