Will you Stay?

Chapter 12

// Anna Prov \\

Oh shit. My eyes widened as those last few words came out of his mouth. I pulled my top down and stepped away from his grip, creating a distance between us.

He looked dumb forth, like he had just seen a ghost. His eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He stared at me waiting for an answer “Anna?” he demanded. I looked down not wanting to meet his gaze.

“What are those?” his voice full of anger. He can’t know! He won’t know! Now I started to panic. “It none of your business Niall! Why do you even care?!” I yelled. I really didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want him to know about my past, about my struggles, it wasn’t his business.

// Niall’s Prov \\

I stood there stupidly, re- imagining those scars I was previously touching. Did she self-harm?  “Anna? What are those?”

She started shaking as if she was about to go in a panic attack. “It none of your business Niall! Why do you even care?! ” she yelled at me.

Why do I care? But the most important question is why would she harm herself, shes to beautiful to do that, Shes to innocent to do it. I walked closer to her, only to have her step back.

 “Why would you do it?” I ask. That’s all I wanted to know. Why. I continued to stare at her pale face filled with fright and anger but also a bit of sadness and she still looked beautiful. I stepped forward again and grabbed her hands, pulling her closer.

I lifted her chin with my thumb and forefinger to make her look into my eyes, I wanted her to know that I care, that I understood. WAKE UP LAD!!

She will break you. You don’t need another bitch in your life. Get rid of her. She wants a clean cut guy.

Whoa. Niall Horan is not a clean cut guy, I smoke weed, do drug, get drunk and fuck any girl who would want a go. Niall Horan is NOT boyfriend material.

I can’t be tied down to one girl, that shit just doesn’t happen and besides they break your heart. Believe it or not I had a girlfriend back in Ireland. She turned out to be the biggest slut. Took my dignity then was finished with me. They get your hopes up; they tell you they love you, that they care, that you’re perfect then BAM! You find them in the bed of your best friend.

I’m supposed to be a guy who never cares. Never says ‘I’m sorry. Never shows affection to others. Never shows emotion. Never is polite. Never is sympathetic. But most importantly I’m a guy who doesn’t love.

I pull away from her realizing that I made a mistake getting close. I’m getting too attached. I don’t need her.

I stood there for a second, trying to believe my thoughts. She’ll break you. Hurt you. Trick you.

“Get out” I calmly say. I regretted those words when they left my mouth, for some reason my heart was aching, but my brain was pushing me to do it. She needed to leave.

She quickly picked up her bag and rushed out of the room without a second though, leaving me to think.

I know it was rude, especially when I probably know her biggest secret. But I can’t care and I won’t.

Shes nothing to me. Nothing

After a couple of minuted I walk out of my room and down the stairs to the remaining boys in the entrance. I noticed someone else there. Tiffany .

It wasn’t really a surprise if she was here, it a regular week thing.

They were surrounded by drinks and smoke. Two of my favourite things at the moment. “Well look who it is” Matt – My fart mate said. 

I gave him an annoyed look to tell him to keep his mouth shut and that I wasn’t in the mood to talk, all I wanted was a drink. “How ya doing Niall?” slurred Tiffany , taking another sip of her red solo cup.

I simply nodded to her and grabbed a red solo cup off the table. Even though it was Sunday and we had school tomorrow, we have a motto here. ‘When in doubt, must drink it out’ and that’s what I’m going to do.

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In about an hour we were all drunk, playing Truth or Dare. Shattered Beer bottles, empty vodka, broken Malibu bottles, cigarette buds, coke wrappings, you name it. It was scattered everywhere.

I don’t remember how we got to playing the game, but it’s happening. Matt, James, Daniel, Louis, Zayn, Jackson, Brad, Tiffany  and I were positioned in a circle with an empty beer bottle in the middle.

Eventually the bottle stopped on me “Okay Niall, ma , man, Truth or DARE!!!” Louis yells, I laugh at his childish behaviour and chose Dare. He thought for a while, before opening his mouth only to be cut off by Matt “I dare you to make that girl, fall for you, and then dump her” he simply states.

The whole room turned silent, I can tell you for drunks we know how to shut up when there gossip. Matt set his drink down and moved closer “I dare you to make that girl, that was here earlier, to Fall For You, Then.. Dump…Her” he repeated, smirking like the devil.

No. No way i can’t play her, it not right. Any other girl, yeah, but not her.

I shook my head and rested my back against the couch I was sitting on. “Awwwe is Niall afraid?” he taunted. Drunken laughter filled the room, also filling my anger.

I can’t do it. It reminds me of my position years ago with my ex. How she lied to get me to fall for her, to get me to trust her, to care for her and it was all a lie. To be honest, it hurt when I found out she was cheating.

It made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. Well I really wasn’t, I had regular brown hair, crooked teeth, the worst posture, no courage and basically no popularity what so ever, so yeah, what she did hurt.

I couldn’t do it to Anna.

But then again I don’t want to seem like a complete loser for not doing the dare.

“Look mate, it isn’t happening” I growl hoping to get off the subject. “Has Niall gone soft?” Matt gasped dramatically, causing all the boys to stare at me in wonder.

I quickly shake my head and stand up “No guys! For god sakes. Never!” I defend myself. “Okay, then do it” Louis encouraged. “Fine!” I yell. I had to do this I wasn’t weak and i wasn’t going soft. That doesn’t happen to Niall Horan.

They all cheer and raise their bottles “BUT!” I interrupt, “I want something in return” I state, staring amongst these idiots in front of me.

“I will step down and give you position of Chief” Matt offered, smiling. My ears perked up chief was the privilege of this frat is the best room which is on the top floor, filled with a water bed, mini-big fridge, private bathroom, Phone input stereo system, baloney: that over looked over campus, and basically your own private arcade.

I was amazed at the offer, since it’s only for destined frat boys who have descendants of this very school and Matt was one.

I re-think over my situation, this girl means nothing to me, it’s almost impossible for me to get attached. I mean shes to, bitchy and hard to play with, I’m not into shit like that anyway.

 The worst thing is I can’t show the boys I’m going soft cause I’m not, it’s just I was distracted to even think about anything else since she was all I wanted at the moment and I still got nothing in return.

Besides with my charm and about 4-5 days this girl will be eating out of the palm of my hands. Matt stood up and walked (More like stumbled) closer to me “So…We have a Deal?” he asked sticking out his hand smiling.

I wanted to shake it but something in the back of my mind was telling me that this is a bad idea, that it was a mistake, that it’s not right. But at this point I don’t give a fuck. I have a point to prove.

I drunkenly pull my hand out of my pocket that it had been resting in and shook his hand “Deal”.