Only the Night? (Niam)

Chapter 11

I hope you all are forever grateful to me. I'm writing this in the ungodly hours of the morning {I know I said less than a week don't get your knickers in a twist} through my haze of sickness. It's also kind of a filler- ish.

SO SORRY THAT THIS IS LATE IM DYING FROM THE GOD DAMN SPANISH INFLUENZA, IM DOING MY BEST.

So yeah that's my excuse.

Feeling awful.

I've got strep. Ugh.

In other news, a few of you kiked me! You're all amazing people, I want to talk to you all! I found out I have some male fans, and for some reason I got really really happy about that. You can kik me at beautyfrompayne ! Go on, I like roleplaying with you cute little cuppycakes :)

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My head was pounding.

Did I go out last night? Man, with a monster headache like this, I must've been wasted.

I tried to turn my head, but an excruciating pain seared through my neck and I was left immobilized. I gasped for air, the thick tendons connecting my head to the rest of my body throbbing. Shit, what did I *do* last night?

I was wrecked, struggling to even turn over in my bed. I managed to slide out and onto the floor, dragging myself on my back through the bathroom door to the left of my bed.

Once there I rested against the cool tiles, realizing just how feverish my skin was. I was wearing a black sweater... A turtleneck? I remember wearing this on Monday... What day was today?

I lifted a sore arm up to my burning neck, pulling down the sweater to probe where the pain felt the worst. As soon as my fingers brushed the flesh there I screamed.

I covered my mouth with my other hand as my labored breath echoed around the room in long groans and stuttering grunts.

The pain was unbelievable- excruciating. The part I'd barely touched felt like it'd been shredded into ribbons.

"Niall, dear, is everything alright?" I could hear my mums voice on the other side of my bedroom door.

"I'm not feeling too well, mum," I replied, still immobile on the floor. After a second's thought I asked a question. "How did I get home yesterday?"

"Some friend of yours dropped you off at the house, saying you threw up during a dissection in biology. He seemed awfully nice, you need to invite that boy over! Looked like an Abercrombie model," she babbled, still outside the room. "He also said you passed out. Don't you remember any of that?"

I let her words sink in- they seemed to repeat themselves around my head in a crazy ring. Jumbling together with snippets of what really happened yesterday, as it all flooded back. I thought he was going to just kill me? I had given up, hadn't I? Why didn't he just do it..?

1. It's Tuesday.

2. Liam lost control and almost killed me.

3. I had let him.

"Mum, I don't think I can go to school today," My voice sounded feeble and weak, so I didn't need to try and fake it. I heard her open my bedroom door a little.

"Are you decent?"

I yanked the neck of my turtleneck up, making sure everything was concealed before I grabbed the edge of the counter to hoist myself up into a sitting position. With my back against the bathroom bureau I replied with a strained "yeah".

She'd been expecting me in my bed, but saw my legs from the open bathroom door and hurried over to me. "Nialler, baby, what's wrong? What hurts?" She must have seen the pained look on my face because the concerned one she was giving me was intent. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach- what was I getting myself into? All of my thoughts from the day before replayed in my head, except instead of ending up with me throwing away my life and giving myself up to him, I felt defiant.

So what if Liam was a vampire with schizophrenia? So what if I was a regular pale human? I couldn't give up, I couldn't just be another meal to him. I was going to put up a fight if he was going to bring one. I was going to attack his queen if he tried to check me.

And god damnit, I wasn't going to die. As I looked back into my mothers eyes, seeing all the caring, love, and concern in them, tears formed in my own. I couldn't live with myself if I disappeared forever out of her life, watching from the sidelines as she stapled up missing posters to everything she could reach. Because I knew she would never give up searching for me, and saying goodbye to her *forever* didn't seem like an option. How could I do that to her, to my family? My brother Greg, my dad... Everyone.

And in that moment, I swear I was going to tell her.

But instead, when I opened my mouth that didn't come out.

"I don't think I can go to school today."

"That's okay, honey," She seemed to figure that my not answering her question meant that I was in a lot of pain, and she nodded sadly. She was so worried about me, but only because she thought I had a sick stomach or a headache. It made my mother seem so small and innocent and young, because really I had been attacked by a psychotic teenager who had an intense bloodlust. And I wanted him to because I'd somehow fallen in love with him.

That's it, that's got to be it.

I was in love with Liam James Payne, stunning high school senior and bloodthirsty vampire.

I sure know how to pick them.

That day I stayed home, texting Harry and Louis during the limited free time they had at lunch and between classes. I asked if Liam was at school today, as casually as I could. They said he wasn't. Zayn apparently isn't on talking terms with anyone and they had heard him crying in a bathroom stall. They were both constantly asking me what happened yesterday, so I used Liam's excuse and said I had vomited and passed out in biology during a dissection lab.

From: Harry The Hair Styles

To: Nialler Bby

But you didn't even have biology yesterday... We've all got each others timetables, remember?

Caught in my lie, I'd thrown my phone into my pillows and sighed heavily. U. F. O. by Coldplay played vaguely in the background from the dock holding my iPod.

Other than texting the only two people I was in contact with anymore, I watched every episode of Danny Phantom and then started on Avatar: The Last Airbender. These shows were my shit. No matter what anybody else had to say.

I didn't do much moving around due to my neck injury, but I managed to dress myself in sweatpants and inspect my wound.

The skin around the two marks was raised and the holes were each at least a half a centimeter wide. The skin was red and the holes themselves had dried blood smeared around them. Inflamed. Inflamed with vampire venom.

Currently, it was 9:30 at night and I was thinking I should go to bed early. I was sure to go to school tomorrow, anyway... Probably best I don't miss too many of my classes.

I switched my television off and just laid in bed, facing the window against the back wall. The second-story view showed my grassy backyard and the small garden we had. Everything seemed to be so quiet and comfortable.

But in my head I was crying. I literally despised the fact that I was in love with that cold boy- he was bad for me. Bad for my entire species. Everything about us being in a relationship screamed wrong. A vampire and a human, a perfect face and a not so perfect face, dangerous and completely normal... Almost polar opposites. Yet there was nothing more that I wanted in this world besides him.

With these thoughts I stumbled uncertainly down the path of slumber, my vision blurry and my hearing impaired.

But that was before the tapping on the window.