Fallen Angel||NH||AU||A Supernatural Inspiration.

12. Sultans Of Swing

A/n the song for this chapter is Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits.

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I woke up the next morning with a pretty bad migraine. I was hungover, but it wasn't that bad where I felt like I had to puke everything out of my system. I was fine after taking some anti-migraine pills and drinking an entire water bottle.

I heard the shower running in the bathroom and I realized that I wasn't so drunk last night. As I sat down at the kitchen table I remembered everything that happened. From that argument I had with Niall, to the drunk man at the bar, and to Harry driving me back to the mot and getting me into bed as I thought about how Niall didn't care as much as I cared.

My heart sank in my chest at the thought of it but began to beat rapidly when Niall came out of the shower shirtless, the white motel towel wrapped around his waist. His v-line was so protruding, and boy did he have abs. He caught me looking at him as he took a pair of boxers, black jeans, and a white t-shirt.

"Good morning," he said to me. I didn't say anything back. I was too upset about last night and the way he treated me. He noticed, and let out a deep breath before going back to the bathroom.

I got up to pack my bag. I didn't really take out much, just my FBI clothes and my hairbrush. When I put them in and zipped my bag closed, I felt arms snake around my waist and a chin rest upon my right shoulder. The minty aroma filled my nostrils and I knew it was Niall. Though, who else could it be, really?

"Hey," he said. "I'm really sorry about last night. You know I didn't mean those things. I'm sorry if I hurt you. It's just that with all of this crap going on it's very important to stay safe. I don't want to lose you, you know?"

Why was he doing this? Did he really think I was that stupid? I squirmed out of his hold and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Stop," I snapped. "Stop leading me on. I'm not some doll you can play with."

"What? What are you talking about?" Niall asked. His eyes were full of confusion, but I wasn't falling for it.

"You know exactly what. You yell at me one day and then apologize the next, and you expect me to believe in your lies. That is not happening. I'm smart enough to know a player when I see one. Now pack up and let's hit the road." I picked up my bag and made my way to the car, putting on my jacket in the process. I sat in the Riviera while I waited for Niall to check us out.

When he finally walked out of the main entrance I saw he had an upset look on his face. He wasn't mad, just upset. But honestly, who knows with his sudden mood swings. Just as he took his seat on the front I saw a familiar black car pull up next to ours. A smile grew on my face and I leaped out of the car.

"Harry!" I exclaimed.

I saw the boy with the chocolate curls exit his car as he walked over to me and gave me a hug.

"Hey," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm okay. Thanks for saving me last night." I whispered the last part so Niall wouldn't hear. If he heard he would have had a breakdown.

"It wasn't a problem. Hey, Niall!"

"Hey, buddy!" Niall said with a grin. "How've you been?"

"I've been great, actually. How's your family holding up?" Harry said.

"They're fine, thank you. I see that you have already met."

"Yes, Robin came to the bar last night. Drank five beers. Haha, it was actually pretty funny."