[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Cora Bailey
Peeling the door open so it creaks, I walk into the dead silent flat I share with Niall at about 3 am. I have my shoes in my hand, my school bag too. I close the door, hearing it creak again. I screw my eyes shut and cringe but when I open them, the lights were on.
Fuck.
I huff, knowing damn well Niall's right there. I turn around and meet eyes with him in nothing but sweatpants. "Cora Elizabeth," he says, in a warning. I walk past him, going to my room, he follows. "Where have you been?"
"Go away, Niall," I put my bag down, tossing my shoes near the door.
"I've been so worried about you!" he says as my mother would. I untie my hair and take my shirt off so I had no bra on because I couldn't find it at Harry's.
"I don't care, you shouldn't have," I walk over to my underwear drawer with my back to him and pull out a bralette, putting it on and blindly clipping it.
"Oh, shoot me for caring," he says. "You didn't reply to my message, you had your location turned off, how am I supposed to know where you were?"
I was now taking my leggings off, changing them for shorts. He's seen me naked, I don't care. "I was out," I shrug.
"On a school night?" he comes over to me, as I brush my hair in front of my mirror. "What is this?" he looks at the opposite side of my neck where Harry had been. I slap his hand away. "Who gave you that?"
"No one," I didn't think before I said it.
"You gave it to yourself?"
"Stop asking me so many questions!" I snap, spinning around.
"You go home at 4, don't answer my message and now you have a hickey on your neck that Zayn didn't give you, what am I supposed to think!"
"I know you're overprotective of me because I fucked you but that doesn't mean you get to control my life, Niall!" I probably went overboard with my words but I don't care. He stares at me slowly shaking his head.
"You know why that's not why I'm overprotective of you," he points.
"Oh...I'm sorry, mhm, your right, you're overprotective of me because you think you own me because we've had sex, is that better?"
"Don't do that," he shakes his head. "Why do you have a hickey on your neck? Why won't you just tell me what's going on? Why are you coming home at fucking 3 am?"
"Leave me alone, Niall, I don't have to tell you everything!"
"I wish you would!"
"I met someone," I say, not saying who.
"You're saying you hooked up again?"
"Why do you care?" I mutter. "It doesn't concern you so stay out of it," I close the conversation. I push him out of my room and close my door. I huff and fall on my bed, memories filling my head.
