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

13. Pour Some Sugar On Me

A/n the song for this chapter is Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.

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*warning: unpleasant scenes*

Oh my god.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

I felt a lump form in my throat. I tried so hard to fight back tears once his words really hit me. I've known Bobby since I could crawl. How did he just suddenly die?

"Did Bobby have a heart condition?" I asked.

"If he did, none of us knew anything about it," Niall weeped.

He cried into my shoulder some more as I ran a reassuring hand up and down his back and whispered "It's going to be okay" in his ear. His tattooed arms were snaked around my waist, holding me close to his warm body.

I told him to calm down and have a drink after wiping away his tears with my hands, and he complied. I've known him for only about a week and a half, but I have never seen him this upset. Heck, I've never seen anyone this upset.

By the end of the night, Niall had drunk way too many beers and was wasted like a teenager at his first high school party. And when I say wasted, I mean he was totally wasted. He even had trouble walking back to a motel room that was literally twenty seconds away. But it was okay. I was pretty drunk, too. Maybe not as much as Niall was, but I was still pretty drunk. When we finally decided to go back it was well, I didn't really know what time it actually was.

"You know," he slurred, "I met this guy once. He was also a hunter. He helped me with a case with a rabid demon."

"A rabid demon?" I asked in confusion. "I never knew those existed."

"Neither did I," Niall said. "But anyway, there we were, staring into its black eyes. It had foam at its mouth and it was baring its teeth. It was about to jump on us, but an angel came out of nowhere and helped us. That is how I met Remiel."

"Liam," I corrected. "He likes the name Liam better."

"Right."

We continued walking back to our room, and just as we neared the door, I tripped over my own feet and almost landed face-first on the ground. Niall held me up, though. In his state, I don't know how. I guess training all those years really did pay off. When I got back on my feet Niall and I looked at each other and laughed. We laughed to the point where my stomach was in pain. We calmed down after about thirty seconds. Yes, we laughed for thirty seconds just because I almost planted my face in the cement.

"You know," Niall said slowly, "I wasn't leading you on in the morning."

"You weren't?" I asked in confusion.

"I wasn't. And I wasn't doing it before either."

My heart began to beat faster in my rib cage. Was he serious, or was this the alcohol talking? I couldn't get a chance to think about what he just said or apologize to him because the next thing that happened was unexpected.

He kissed me. Niall Horan kissed me. He made me lean my back on the wooden wall of the motel as he moved his lips with mine sloppily. His hands were everywhere. And by everywhere I meant my hair, my arms, my back, my neck, my legs, and even my ass. My head was woozy and I didn't know if it was because of Niall or because of all the booze in my system. Niall blindly lead us into our room and pushed me on the bed. He crawled on top of me and began to strip me down.

"Should we do this?" I asked. Though I really didn't care. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.

"Who the hell cares?" Niall said.