Night Rider (Niall Horan)

[12] Major Events

Reyna's POV

I followed him up the stairs and down the hallway. I looked around at the picture frames on his walls. Most of them were of cars, others were pictures of what looked like his family. I stared at one in particular. It was Niall, a little bit younger standing next to a slightly older guy and a woman. Niall didn't have one tattoo on his body in the frame.

"How old were you in this?"

"It was taken about four years ago so I was 18 years old in this. That's my brother Greg, and my mum. We were at a St. Patrick's day party," he said standing behind me now.

"That would explain all the green." I smiled. The three of them were dressed in green from head to toe. They all looked very happy in the picture. "Where's your dad in this picture?"

It had been a good 30 seconds with no response so I looked back at Niall. The muscles in his face tightened. "Off somewhere getting drunk and fucking some other bitch that wasn't my mother. That fucking bastard." he mumbled the last part and walked into his room.

"I'm sorry for asking," I said following him. "I realize that was a really intrusive question."

He sighed to himself. "You're too good for me."

"Uh what?" I sat down on his bed.

"Nothing." He slid his swim trunks off so he was left in only his boxer briefs. My eyes grew wide and I looked away quickly.

"Why so shy baby?" He laughed and walked towards me. Before he could get close, I stood up covering my eyes with my hands.

"Stop, put some clothes on."

"I don't want to stop." His tone was dangerously seductive. I gulped as I felt his hot breath trickle down my neck. His plump lips stationed on the side of my jawline. My hands that were over my eyes fell to my sides as he pressed my back against the nearest wall. He lifted his lips off my jaw slowly and dipped his head back down, planting a kiss on my neck. He kissed below that one making a series of slow, soft kisses on my skin. He picked a spot on my collar bone and started to suck gently.

Every inch of my body was ignited. My skin was like a roaring fire. His lips felt like magic and I found my hands squeezing his biceps for balance. I let out a soft moan as his tongue slowly swirled around the throbbing skin.

His lips left my neck and were pressed to my own. The kiss was intense and my legs were shaking slightly. He must have felt me losing control because his hands gripped the back of my thighs lifting me up. My legs wrapped securely around his bare torso and I opened my mouth permitting his tongue entrance. Our tongues wrestled for what seemed like ten minutes, taking small breaks in between to breathe.

"Niall," I mumbled into his mouth, "we should probably stop." I pulled my swollen lips from his and stared.

He whined like a 5 year old being deprived of an ice cream cone. "I don't want to." His forehead rested against mine. I couldn't help but smile.

"About my dad..."

"You don't have to tell me Niall, really."

"Shut up and let me be open with you," he said jokingly. He smiled and carried me effortlessly to his bed, setting me down.

"Okay, but put some clothes on first?"

He groaned and opened his drawer. "You're no fun." Throwing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on, he was back at my side. I laid back on the bed and he did the same, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist. He was on his side holding his head up with his hand and he looked down at me. I didn't know exactly what was happening but I didn't mind any of it one bit. Since he was pretending that the kiss we just had was no big deal, I could too. Even though internally there were a million butterflies in my stomach and a scream of excitement, I held it all in to seem chill with the whole situation just like he was.

He sighed heavily running his index finger down my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. "When I was a kid my father did horrible things to my brother, mum, and I. He would yell, and drink, and hit us for his own enjoyment. Whenever he got home from whatever it was he did all day, the first thing he'd do was demand that my mum make him dinner. She was juggling three fucking jobs so she was tired as it was. And all he did was make her clean and cook and make her his personal slave. As for me and my brother, we would just get most of the beatings. I was only five at the time so Greg would often take the hits for me. He was thirteen, he could handle it more than I could've." I looked into Niall's eyes and the pain and anger was clearly visible.

"As Greg and I got older, we would work out a shit ton to defend ourselves and mum from our father. He would of course still throw us around, but we put up a hell of a fight. My Dad was pretty young, in his early thirties, so he had the build and stamina to do it. He didn't have a job either. He would spend all day every day at clubs and bars which is why Mum had so many jobs, because she was the only one supporting us. Years later he just disappeared. I was thirteen when he did. We never heard from him again. Our life and our relationships were better from then on. No more tension, no more stress and fear. We were so happy. Until that St. Patty's day party. My mum and brother got into a massive argument with me. I packed my shit and moved to America and haven't talked to them since."

His eyes were glued to the blanket.

"You should patch things up with them." I said quietly.

"No. Absolutely not."

"You have to." I brought my hands up to his cheek, holding a tight gaze. "They're your family. They were there for you when your dad was around. You've all been through so much together."

"But it was their choice to gang up on me and make me feel like absolute shit. You should've heard the awful things they were saying to me."

"Well...what did you do to make them so angry?"

He shook his head and looked away. "I'll tell you some other time, maybe."

I was about to ask more questions when my phone rang.

I groaned and picked it up. "Hello?"

It was Krysten. "Hey Reyna. I've been home for like two hours waiting for you. Where are you? We were supposed to spend the whole day together."  

I looked over at the alarm clock beside Niall's bed and realized she was right. I'd been here for almost two hours. "Shit, I forgot. I'll uhm... be there in like fifteen minutes. I'll explain later."

I hung up the phone and sat up quickly. I tried to get off the bed but Niall's iron grip on my waist wouldn't let me budge.

"Where are you going?" The look on his face looked pleading and needy.

"I promised Krysten I'd spend time with her today. The whole reason why I came here in the first place was to find her. But you distracted and now I'm late." I tried once again to get off the bed but my body stayed put.

"Ditch her. You live with the girl, how much time do you guys need?"

"Niall please. It's been awhile since we've had a fun day alone."

He grunted unhappily and freed my body from his grasp. I scurried off the bed and picked up my shoes that were discarded earlier today. I looked at him and he was making a pouty face at me. I laughed and said, "Just call me okay?"

"I don't have your number."

I handed him my phone and watched as he typed his number in. Once he had called himself to get my number as well, he held the phone up and took a picture of himself.

"Why are you taking selfies on my phone?" I giggled.

"You need a contact picture of me, duh." He handed it back to me with a smile. I shook my head and gave him a small wave.

"I will call you." He smirked and licked every inch of his still swollen lips.