Chapter Fifteen

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"Katie," He said, irritated. "Come."  

I sighed, this had gone on for days now. He demanded, and I obeyed. "I don't want to come." I said, more tired than anything, of feeling his perverted touch on my body.

Micheal growled, growing more confident every day. "Just be a good girl so Niall doesn't get hurt." My heart fluttered at his name, despite the situation I smiled.

But it was gone as fast as it had appeared. I knew, he only said it because that's what always gets me to come. I was petrified to the core with fear that he would hurt Niall and that's what kept me away from telling a soul.

"When?" I said through gritted teeth, my body stiffened. I was going to go.  I didn't understand how someone I used to trust, turned into my own personal nightmare in a matter of a couple weeks.

"Now," I could hear the sickening smile in his voice. It made my stomach turn at the thought of him hurting his best friend. Niall grew up with him. They were the friends on the block that made mud pies and played with side walk chalk every afternoon.

I have seen the framed pictures in Niall's room. There were barely any with out Micheal in them. Sure, Callum and Cam were close to him, but nothing like Micheal. And he was willing to throw it all away to get into my pants.

"I- I have to work around the house while my aunt is gone." I chickened out, struggling to make it belivable. But because I was the worst liar my excuse made sure he knew I was alone.

"I will come there," He chuckled darkly and hung up. I stood, frozen in my hall way. I felt helpless, there wasn't a right direction anywhere. If I told anyone, they would get hurt. But if I kept it a secret, I would get hurt.

And no matter what, Niall would get hurt. Emotionally or physically. Maybe even both. I shuddered, not him. Absolutely anyone but my special little snowflake.

I paced around my house, my body tensing every second. I wanted to run. I wanted to get out of my own life and run. To distract myself I tried finding a happy memory.

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Would you like me to remind you of what it's like?" Niall smiled, showing off his braces. His careful hand reached up to my face and caressed my cheek with his thumb. My eyes flickered from his hypnotizing blue eyes to his lips. I wanted his lips on mine. I got fuzzy on the inside just thinking about it.

With a firm nod, he looked at me surprised. He looked at me like I was the most fragile thing he has ever looked at. I gave him a smile, backing up my pathetic nod. I a knot in my throat formed, what was this boy doing to me?

Hesitantly, his hand traveled to my neck, giving me one more look of question. I didn't want to think about an explanation of why I felt like I needed his touch. And his lips. And his love. And his safety. All that I knew was that I needed him. So pressed my lips to his.

His intoxicating scent filled my nostrils instantly. He didn't smell like cologne or fresh out of the shower, he smelled like Niall. And I loved it. His plump lips slowly danced with mine. I could tell he was being careful with me, like he knew what Micheal had been doing to me.

I couldn't stop my fingers from knotting in his messy blonde locks. He smiled into the kiss when he felt the beautiful necklace around my neck, that he gave me just moments ago. I felt completely and utterly lost in him.

I never wanted to be found.

His lips slowed on mine, much to my disappointment. I lost full contact, but our lips lingered together for a few moments. 

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He had been thoughtful the rest of the night, only muttering a few words in response to my questions. He didn't stay over like he usually did that night either.

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