Only the Night? (Niam)

Chapter 7

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It was freezing.

Despite the thick sheets and duvet covering me from the neck down, I shivered- every part of me felt cold.

Wait a second- this isn't my bed. I cautiously cracked one eye open. Gray light flooded a nicely kept bedroom- definitely not my own.

As I took in the velvet curtains, last nights events came searing back into my memory.

The house.

Liam.

My blood.

The kiss.

I became painfully aware of my bite marks again, wondering how the hell I was going to cover them up. Tomorrow was Monday... I only had today to figure it out. School was back in tomorrow, winter break at its end.

The thought of having to explain to Louis and Harry what had happened- not to mention Zayn, who would surely send me to an asylum- made me want to hurl. What would people say about me? That one deranged Irish kid who believes in fables? Wolverhampton is an impossibly tiny town- you grow up with the kids in your class. Preschool, elementary, middle, and high school- you know those kids your entire life. It also has its own community college, so usually only the kids that get scholarships leave. Halfway done with freshman year in college and I'm already fucked.

Assuming I get out of here.

"Morning, Ni."

The way the nickname rolled out of his mouth, in his husky morning voice. The way his soft amber eyes seemed to look right through me as he blinked the sleep out of them. The way his mutilated tongue slid out to wet his pink lips. The way he was... Liam.

"M-morning," my voice trembled as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. I didn't trust myself to speak again once I realized he was shirtless; his pale, flawless skin revealed. He was gorgeous, defined abs with a slim frame. His biceps were swollen. Damn.

He suddenly reached out and splayed his hand over my face, his index and ring finger closing my eyelids.

"You're making me feel self-conscious." I almost laughed. Him, self-conscious? That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard.

"You've got to be kidding me, Liam," I shook my head, trying to get out from under his icy hand. I was cold enough as it is. "You're like a fucking god."

A rosy tint appeared in his cheeks. Would that be my blood?

He just shook his head, darting over to the doorframe, where he caught it and turned towards me. He grinned widely, his perfect white teeth shining with the morning light. He was still wearing his skinny jeans and vans, oddly enough.

"I'm not too sure you liked the rabbit, so how would you fancy breakfast in bed?" I winced as I remembered last nights dinner, a very gamey-tasting rabbit. Freshly caught. Cooked in a pan.

I have officially reached a new level of disgusting.

"That sounds great," I replied, snuggling under the covers. Without Liam in them, they began to provide actual warmth- although they were nothing if Liam wasn't there.

Clanking sounds in the kitchen broke me out of my rambling thoughts. I hadn't even seen him leave.

I shot up when I heard my phone buzzing.

I twisted around in the sheeting, clawing my way over to the footboard and heaving myself over it. I landed with a thud, cast across the steps up to his bed. Ouch.

I quickly found my discarded backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out my phone. The caller ID showed Harry's face.

"Harry!"

"Aye, Niall, you're alive!" Harry exclaimed, in mock surprise. I almost rolled my eyes- if only he knew.

Which brought me to another predicament.

What could I tell them..? Surely not that he was a bloodsucking murderer, but maybe of his existing..? I opened my mouth to spill the majority of my evening to Harry, but then paused. What if Liam killed me? Or worse... What if he killed Harry?

I told Harry to hold on for a second, (he was mumbling something about Louis's butt) saying that I needed to pee. I placed my iPhone down and dashed from the room, down to the kitchen. There Liam stood, glorious as ever, the soft light filtering through the mansion making his pale skin glow. He had his back to me, working on the stove. It smelled like bacon.

"Li?" I called, standing in the doorway. "My friend Harry is on the phone.. We never talked about me leaving, so, um.. What do I tell him?" Liam turned, his hands on the counter behind him as he leaned back. "Can I... Tell him about you?" I murmured, slightly breathless. He was absolutely... Beautiful.

His stone face stayed impassive as he spoke.

"Yeah- I've been missing for long enough."