Falling For My Teacher

6:Home

I banged on Niall's door. Nothing. There was nothing. His lights were off. No sound coming from the inside. I began to worry more and more. He didn't even text. "Niall dammit!" Finally his door swung open and stood a girl. A grown women. "Oh I'm sorry."

"Ryan?" Niall asked coming from behind the women. "Babe what's up?"

"I- I uh.. I'm sorry. I'll just go," I said turning away from the door. I began to speed walk away, trying to get away as fast as I could.

"Ryan," Niall sighed. "I think you better go Rachel." I could hear his feet pounding behind me. He was in his plaid shirt and scarf wrapped around it, wearing his glasses as well. "Ryan wait." He finally grabbed my arm, whipping me towards him. The sight that I have been balling was showing. "Ryan what happened?"

"Who was that? I asked avoiding his question.

"I asked first."

"Niall," I said again harshly. "Who. Was. That?"

"A girl from my old work. She stopped by to see me."

"Then why didn't you text me back?"

"What? I didn't get a text," he replied honestly. "I didn't even have my phone. What happened Ryan? Was it that Harry guy? Did he do something?" His grip tightened. "So help me Ryan if he did I'm going to-"

"It was Jalen Niall," I said softly. He stiffined. "He was at the arcade tonight."

"Why- what happened?"

"I'll call you tomorrow Niall," I said starting for my house again.

"Ryan," he said stopping me once more. "Please? I don't want anything to happen to you. Please?"

"Niall-"

"Please," he said again. His face was filled with pain and terror. I knew that if I went home there was a huge possiblity Jalen would show up there.

"Fine," I said taking Niall's hand. The rain was light against my skin as we walked back towards Niall's flat. "I need to call my mom." He nodded, letting me step into his kitchen where there was silence. "Mom?"

"It's dad," he replied, obviously busy. "Mom is still at work."

"I wanted to let you guys know I'm staing at Reagan's tonight," I said into the phone.

"She said she's at your house," he said to someone in the background. "Okay well Reagan is on her way there. I'll talk to you tomorrow okay?"

"Right," I said. "Tomorrow." I hung up, dropping my phone to the side. I was that worried about everyone. I decided to text Harry to let him know I'm fine.

To Harry:

I'm staying at a friends house. Thanks for today.

I slipped my phone into my pocket, coming back into Nialls living room. He was sitting on his couch, watching the news. His hair was ruffled everywhere from him running his hands through his hair multiple times. He turned his head slightly, seeing that I was standing in the door frame of his kitchen. "Come here." I nodded, slipping off my shoes. Once over by the couch, Niall wrapped his arms around me. He kissing the top of my head, playing with the rings on my fingers. "Can I see your arms baby?" I stiffened. What if he gets scared? "Please? I just want to see.."

I lifted my sweater, showing my arms for Niall to see. He brushed his fingers over the scars and burn marks. That were noticeable and I was ashamed. He lifted my arms to his mouth, brushing small kisses across then. "I'm sorry," I muttered. He wrapped his arms around my waist, tightening the grasp. I turned so I was snuggling into his shirt. The smell of cologne lingered through my nose, making me feel more safe in his arms.

"Don't apologize," said into the crook of my neck. "I hate how he hurt you." I nodded as he pulled me closer. If it was even possible. "I won't let it happen again. Never. I never want to see you hurt again. Ever." I lifted his head so our faces were inches away. I pulled my lip between my teeth, fighting back the threatening tears. "Because...." He hesitated. "Because I love you Ryan." My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't respond due to his lips smashing to mine. I climbed over, straddling him as I remapped my arms around his neck.

I knotted my fingers through his hair, making him moan softly in our kiss. He flipped us over she we were laying on the ground so that he was on top of me. He trailed from my mouth down to my neck, leaving small kisses as he found my sweet spot, sucking softly. "I will never hurt you," he whispered against my neck. He picked my up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. He locked his lips with mine as he made his way to the room. Once in, he closed the door. He placed me on the bed, laying on top of me, making sure he wasn't hurting me.

I fiddled with the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. I traced his tones abs with my finger, slowly making my way down to the band of his jeans. He lifted my shirt slowly over my head. Once off, he examined for any cuts or scars. He came across the biggest scar on my waist. He traced it with his finger, sitting me up.

"He uhh..." I said softly. "I tried to leave but he.. He.." Niall cut me off by kissing me softly.

"I don't want to hear it," he said laying me back down. He kissed my neck, inching inching closer to my breasts. He began sucking on the free part, making me pull at his hair. He trailed down, clenching the back of my leggings in his teeth. As he was about to pull them down, a knock at the door making us both jump. At first Niall ignored it, continuing with his plan to undress me. But the person banging on the door was persistent and banged harder. "Stay here." He lifted his body of mine, pulling on his shirt. I laid there, not really knowing what to do. So I decided to go check what was going on. I slipped on one of Nialls sweaters, exiting the room.

"What do you mean?" I heard a familiar voice say. Once I had clear sight of who was in the living room my heart stopped.

"Hi Ryan," he said sitting across from Niall.

"Mr.Payne."

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