Torn Between Two Directions

Chapter 7

After a couple more hours in the pool, the boys and I decided to head back up to our rooms to get ready for a movie night.




The loud screech of the lift signaled that we had reached our floor. The silver doors slid open while Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Harry walked out. Niall, on the other hand, was forced to stay with me as I tugged him back in at the last second.




He had been avoiding me ever since the dreaded interview and I wanted to find out why.




"What is up with you?" my voice laced with concerned as I questioned the Irish boy. His visibly clenched jaw relaxed once my hand touched his shoulder. I used this to my advantage.




"What are you talking about?" Niall's head tilted just like a dogs. My eyes narrowed slightly as my arms found their way around his neck.




"Don't play dumb, Ni. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Ever since that stupid interview you've been ignoring Harry and I. Why is that?" I spoke slowly while my hands drug down his chest and traced the muscles on his arms.




Curious blue eyes pierced down at me and the faint noise of a swallow was all that could be heard. He was trying to resist, but I knew he'd break any second.




"How'd it feel?" I was taken back by his question.




"Huh?" I continued to stroke his arms.




Thats when he broke. The cold steel greeted my back with great force as I was pushed up against the elevator wall, my hands trapped above my head by Niall's strong grip. My boyfriends warm breath fanned over my face as he spoke.




"How'd it feel to have another guy touch you?" His perfect teeth gritting as he glared at me.




I squirmed under his intense gaze but held my poker face.




"I bet he didn't make you feel near as good as I could." I gasped as a cold hand slid up my thigh, taking me by surprise. My heart was beating so loud I was surprised Niall couldn't hear the pounding from within my chest.




"Y-you're right." His fiery gaze held my eyes captive causing me to trip on my words. I quickly recovered.




"You're the only guy who can make me feel this way." Using the free hand I now possessed, I pulled his palm to my chest and allowed him to take in the abnormally fast pace my heart maintained. "You're the only one I want Niall."




The once cold hard stare the taller boy showed slowly twisted into a grin spreading from one ear to the other. I physically relaxed, he must've been pretty satisfied with my answer.




Good.