'Till You Put Me Down (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Behind His Hard Shell

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading this fanfic! It means a lot! 

AND THIS ONE IS FOR JESSIE. AGAIN. MHMM, HERE GO THE FEELS MY DEAR FRIEND. 

Chapter 5: Behind His Hard Shell

I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what Niall told me yesterday. Every girl he tried to be with turned him down because of the way he is. I really didn't want to hurt him, but I honestly don't know if I can handle him.

Well, I guess I'm just going to have to find out.

I like Niall, I really do. I just don't think I like him enough to stay with him, even though he is my complete opposite.

 Opposites attract, right? 

 I felt my phone buzz on my bed, so I picked it up, and saw it was a text message.

From: Niall, The Sexiest Mofo I Have Ever Seen: 

Damn, I need to change that.

Hello lovely, lets do something today. -N xx

I sent a text back at him.

Oh, why so demanding? Sure; my moms not home, you can come over if you want. -J <3

I hate to admit it, but I was still frightened of him. I never wanted to tell him 'no' to anything... I don't know what he would do to me. I still doubt he would hurt me though. My phone buzzed again.

Oh, so we will be all alone? ;) -N xx

Yes, but don't try anything. Or, ya know, if you want me to hit you in the same place I hit you the first day we met... -J <3

Don't test me. -N xx

I'm not answering that.

Um, come by whenever you like, okay? -J <3

It frightened me how his mood could change so quickly, even if it was over text. I feel like I need to monitor what I say before I say it, just so that he doesn't get upset.

I'm on my way now. -N xx

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I heard 2 knocks on my door before jumping off my bed and heading down the stairs. I slowly twisted the knob, for some reason, afraid to see what would face me on the other side, even though I knew exactly who it was.

 Before I could really look at the male standing in front of me, I was attacked, pushed onto corridor wall. I felt lips everywhere; on my lips, on my neck, my jaw, my cheeks, everywhere. I placed my palms on his chest during the intense action, not being able to push him off of me but sending him the message that I wasn't happy with what he was doing. I felt his touch lighten, his fingers traveling up to cup my cheek, his thumbs softly pressing small circles into my skin.

"You don't like surprises, do you?" He said, no smirk, no chuckle. His eyes stayed squinted, looking into mine. I mustered up all the strength I could, pushing him hard on the chest which oddly sent him stumbling back. I sensed the confusion in his eyes, unaware of the reasoning behind my actions.

"Not in the slightest bit." I said, beginning to walk up the stairs, to my room. I shut the door behind me, taking a seat on the mattress with my arms folded in front of me. How does he think that that is appropriate? We barley even know each other yet.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and in no time the door squeaked open, revealing a blond-haired guy. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, not turning to face me.