I woke up to a small gush of wind. I pulled the covers over my face and buried myself deep within them.
Niall small snoring made me feel so conformable. I know it sounds weird but it did.I turned to my side and looked at him. He looked so sweet and cuddly. His lips were parted and his hair was a mess.
I couldn't help but think about his big fight. I felt butterflies and I didn't like the feeling. Watching him get punched for the sake of winning made me a bit sick.
"Good morning baby girl." Niall soft voice made the butterflies calm down.
"Do you have too fight?" I pouted.
He took a breath kissed my forehead and simply shook his head yes.
"Mr. Horan, we have today's newspaper for you." Someone spoke from outside the door.
"I'll get it." I kissed him then got up.
I opened the door and smiled at the young boy holding the newspaper.
He started to blush making me giggle.
"What's wrong?" I smiled as he handed me the paper."Sorry ma'm but. Um you're not wearing any pants." He blushed even more.
"Chelsea get in." Nialls voice was short. I didn't want to upset him so I walked in with the paper.
I sat on the bed pulling the covers over my legs.
The first thing I saw was Nialls name in bold letters.
"Niall Horan famous boxer with a high school student?"
As I read more of the article I saw a big picture of him in and holding hands as we walked out of the airport.
I kept reading and saw the words of a fan
"Why the fuck is Niall going out with a fat whore. When he can have a tinny model. Like Cara Delevingne."I started to tear up. I know that these are just words not actual fiscal actions but it still hurt me.
"What's wrong baby?" Niall sat in front of me.
I handed him the newspaper and he looked at me confused.
I guess he caught on because he got the newspaper and read it aloud.
"Baby. Don't listen to them. They just need something to talk about."
I pulled my legs to my chest and stayed silent.
Niall kissed my head and got up.
"I'm going to make a call hunny. I'll be back." Niall smiled.
I sat in the same position for 30 minutes when I heard Niall yell, "I don't care if you're getting money you pathetic little shit! My girlfriend deserves to be out of publicity. Her and I have a private relationship and we wish to keep it that way. Now if I see another bad comment about her I swear to god I will go to your office and kick your ass!"
I quietly walked up to him bs kissed down his jawline onto his collar bone.
He let out a small moan making me satisfied.
"I have to go. I have to attended to something important." He managed to say.
"God you're being a bad girl." His eyes darkened.
"I know." I whispered into his ear.
He picked me up and put me on the bed.
"I guess you have to be punished." He smirked.
"Now baby girl. If you make any noise I will stop." He warned
"Niall. I can't." I got up and ran to the bathroom and giggled.
"What the fuck. You're going to leave me out here all horny!" He laughed.
"Not today babe. I'm on my period." I smiled.
"Come out here."
I walked out slowly but he then pulled me into his chest.
"What?" I scrunched my nose up.
"I have to go to practice. Will you be okay being here alone?"
"Yes sir." I bit my lips.
"Fuck. You know what that does to me." He moaned.
"Shh. Go get ready." I placed my finger on his lips.
He sucked on my fingers then went to get ready.
"Fuck." I breathed out.
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Claiming Season
FanfictionSummary: In West Shore High you have the misfits and the saints as the staff likes to call them. To the teenagers they were simply the punk rockers and the flower children. Then there are people like Chelsea Santana who are the neutrals, the in-betw...