Entity (A Niall Horan Fan-fiction)

Part 3: Rebellion

            *****Sorry it's so short I've had a busy weekend! And I'm sorry it's a little boring but the next part will be exiting PROMISE!!(: Remember to vote and comment <3 *****

         I walk up the concrete steps with Niall close behind. I get to the door than turn around to wait for Niall. Niall grabs his key and slides his arm past me, slickly putting the key in the slot. He turns the lock and pushes the door opem slowly.

                “So, this is my place.” Niall says taking off his shoes and jacket. I mimic his movements and take off my jacket. “Here let me,” Niall says, pulling my jacket off, kissing my revealing neck.

                “Niall..” I moan. He leaves his lips on my neck for a second before pulling away.

                “Couldn’t help myself babe.” He smirks.

                I walk up the staircase and see the living room. Beige walls surrounded the living area with dark brown furniture. A flat screen TV stood prominently on the wall, with a fireplace below. I turn to my left and see the entrance to what seems like the kitchen. I confidently walk in there to take a peek. The kitchen was just as beautiful as the living room. The kitchen had the same color walls, with dark wooden cabinets.

                “You have a nice place here, Horan.” I say with a smirk.

                “Let’s go to my favorite place” Niall says, wrapping his arms around my hips. “The bedroom.”  I shudder at his words, but agree, hoping he won’t do anything I’m against. He lightly grips my hand and pulls me up the second staircase, bringing us up to the 2nd floor. We walk down a narrow hallway. To my right I saw for what seemed like a bathroom. A couple feet further I saw a guest room. Two large doors stood at the end of the hallway. “Here it is.” Niall whispers. He opens the doors at once, revealing a very settle room.

                I was expecting bad boy stuff, like smashed guitars and used condoms everywhere, something. But instead it was very… mature. A huge canopy bed was put in the center of the back wall. Two white nightstands were accompanied at the sides. The walls were once again beige, but the soft lighting gave it more of a gold glow. On the right of the bed was a balcony. I walked over to the one thing that seemed most like his outer personality, the guitar.

                “I got that as a graduation gift.” He says shoving his hands in his pockets.

                “Did your parents give you this?” I ask.

                “Yeah. They said they wanted me to at least stick to something I liked, so they gave me this so I could keep making music.”

                “Do you still talk to them?”

                “Not really. I don’t know I don’t hate them, we just separated I guess.” Niall said, not taking his focus off the guitar. I nod, not really knowing what to say. Why did I even come here? I can’t let him into my life, especially someone like him.

     He took the guitar and sat on the bed. I accompanied him at the side and watched him set up.

        "Name a song." He simply said. He looked into my eyes , practically holding my gaze captive.

        "Uh, She Will Be Loved." I said. He placed his large fingers on the neck of the guitar and started to play the chorus. I swayed along to the music, singing the song in my head.

       "Sing it." Niall commands. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks, but agree.

       "I don't mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain ohh, look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile.." I sing softly. He stops playing the guitar and just stares at me, making me a little uncomfortable. He starts to lean , but I pull away a little.