Shattered [Niall Horan]

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

// Niall

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"Niall, return my clothes!" She shrieked in horror.

"Come and get it Cathy," Uncontrollable chortles escaped me as I dodged the pillow she had just heaved at me.

"This isn't funny Niall, I'm getting cold," She complained, the shy smile trying its best to escape her lips completely invalidating the angry tenor her voice acquired.

"I like you better in the towel," I bit my lip purposely, earning some furious blushing from her.

"Ni," Her cheeks flushed cherry red, eyes practically piercing the ground with her stare onto it.

My feet dragged me to the other side of the bed, where she stood, her eyes widening in alarm, as every step lessened the distance between us. A few intentionally seductive strides later, I could very well sense the hitched breathing and nervous pulsating that took control over her.

"N-Niall," She gasped, clutching the white towel to her chest, tightly, as I stood right infront of her, the only entity between us, being a gap of just a few inches.

"Yeah?" I whispered, placing a stray strand of her wet, russet hair behind her ear, as my other hand rested against the wall behind her.

"You-" She breathed, chest heaving up and down in a rhythmic manner, as my eyes inevitably wandered off to where the pulsing movement was taking place.

"What?" I whispered, as a short pause followed, our breaths tickling each other's lips now.

"You're..." Her whisper trailed off, as her eyelids dropped, my eyelids imitating hers instinctively, as my head started leaning downwards.

 

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door,

The abrupt ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality.

"Hey Niall," Brynn's cheerful voice rang through the phone, as I answered it.

"Hey Brynnie, what's up?"

"I'm at work. Just called to check if you're feeling okay? Dealing alright with the hangover?" She inquired, muffled sounds of fumbling flowing in through the phone suggesting she was busy dealing with some sort equipment or something such.

"I drank too much last night," I impassively stated, realising my unawareness about what all happened after that wobbly run I made to the dance-floor last night. Questioning her how I was brought home would've been reasonable, but I let the thought pass anyway. It must've been her or one of the boys.

"'Too much' might as well be an understatement blondie," She mocked. "What you doing now?"

Nothing much, just bringing back her memories and sulking, because although I know that'd do nothing but put me through more shit than I need right now, I still prefer to go about it that way, because I just can't fucking help but get myself more messed than I already am. I still love her just as much, Brynn and I'm clueless as to what I should do.

"Niall? You there?" It was almost as if she shook me out of my thoughts, the answer that I had for her previous question, remaining unvoiced, as I replied to the current one.

"Oh yeah, yeah,"

"What happened? You alright?"

"Perfectly fine; I'll go take a shower, get rid of the headache. And then I got the day off, so I'll probably take a nap or something or may be clean the house; not really in the mood to go anywhere," I felt my shoulders rise in a shrug, although she couldn't see me.