Leave Me Alone! (Niall Horan)

Chapter 21

Author's Note: Hey guys! Feeling a lot better today; thanks for all of the warm wishes. Although, ever since Wattpad has updated their servers, I've had nothing but troubles (again). I thought they were fixed until I updated "Let There Be Love" last night, and the chapter was having more votes than reads... which isn't possible. So, I'm having someone look at it. As of now, it has a little over 150 reads...as opposed to the over 1,000 I usually have. Either way, hopefully this update isn't affected (fingers crossed). With this chapter, I hope you have a couple of laughs, and will let me know what you think of it. Update in three days! --Ekat =)

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Hannah’s P.O.V.

            That has to be the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a real long time. It was so good, that I don’t even feel like opening my eyes. Lying here in Niall’s arms was so comforting, that I feel like that even a blink of an eye will ruin the moment. But I was wrong; a blink of an eye isn’t what ruined the moment. No, that award goes to my brother, who thought that yelling in my bedroom so early in the morning would be a good idea.

            “What the fuck is this?” Liam shouted. If that wasn’t enough to tell me how angry he as, the fact that his voice was still echoing through the house a few seconds after he shouted should do it. My heart came to an immediate stop at hearing the anger in his voice. I opened my eyes, and could see the disgust in his eyes. I turned to Niall with a  nervous look on my face. Quite honestly, I was expecting him to be shaking in the boots that he wasn’t wearing, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t smiling, but was extremely calm. His arms were still holding my tightly.

            “What?” Niall asked, wiping the sleep out of his eyes with his left hand. I know he can sense my brother’s anger, because you would have to be Helen Keller not to. Not to be mean, but seriously; Liam never gets angry, and for him to look like a volcano about to explode, this isn’t starting out very well, and I don’t really see a happy ending either.

            “Don’t fucking “what” me Horan,” Liam spat, clenching his fists, using every ounce of his will to not walk over and punch Niall in the face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing sleeping in my sister’s bed.”

            “Sleeping,” Niall replied with a bored tone.

            “Look you Irish prick, if you had sex with my sister,” Liam started, but there was no way I was just going to sit here while they have this conversation.

            “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Liam,” I said, interrupting his rant. “Niall would never do that to me; he’s not Aaron.”

            “I’m just looking out for you Hannah,” Liam shot back, obviously letting his anger get the better of him.

            “I don’t need you to look out for me with Niall,” I said, defending Niall. “I needed your help with Aaron, but you weren’t there. So don’t you dare try and make up for it with this relationship. You and I both know that Niall would never do that to me.”

            “Well what am I supposed to think when I see you guys in each other’s arms when I walk in your bedroom?” Liam asked. Oh, he’s really lucky that Niall’s holding onto me right now.

            “I don’t know Liam,” I reply sarcastically. “Maybe that I was cuddling with my boyfriend in the privacy of my bedroom. We would do it in the living room, but anytime Niall would come close to me, you would glare at him. How would you like it if one the boys were watching you and Dani every single second that you two were together.”