Summer Love (Niall Horan/OC)(Harry Styles/OC)

Chapter 10

Stephanie's POV

I paced back and forth, my feet treading over the gray rug. I could hear the shouts and screams echoing from the tv. I don't know what movie he's watching. Only that he's still angry at me. Why does he care? Why does the fact that I told Harry matter so much to him.

I heard a knock at the door. Arianna popped her head in and said, "Give him time, Steph."

"But why is this even any of his business?" I said to her.

She just shook her head and replied, "I guess he felt that he should be the one you confinded to. I don't know Hun."

She left after that. I heard her bedroom door open and then close. I've never felt so alone.

Fuck this. I dragged myself to the queen sized bed and pulled the blanket on top of me.

Sleep soon overcame me and when I woke, it was to see Nialls face peering at me in the dark.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him groggily. I pressed the home button on my phone. 2:34 am.

"I-I" he stuttered. But not in that adorable frustrated way. He still seemed very angry with me.

His fingers brushed through his messy quiff and he turned away. Walking over to the wall, he slammed his palm against it and rested his forehead. "You make me crazy, you know. So angry, and I know I shouldn't feel that way," he whispered so low that I could barely make out the words.

"Then why do you? Why do you care that I told him?" I asked. With each word my voice got louder.

"Because you should have told me!" He roared. He turned around and his chest was heaving. "You should have bloody told me! I was the one who held you when you cried! I bandaged your wounds! I looked after you! He didn't!"

I looked at him stunned. I didn't expect this. He looked at me like I was an ant under his shoe. His cheeks were tinged red, his mouth pressed into a hard line.

"It just happened," I whispered. I didn't know what to say. I wish I hadn't asked him at all. He laughed at that, harshly I might add.

"It just happened," he mocked me.

"Niall.." I said. My voice broke and I looked down, my head hung in shame.

"Don't look away from me Stephanie. Don't you fucking look away," he screamed at me. My head snapped up at that. I glared at him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? That just cause I let you hold me that you somehow claim me? And tell me what to do? Well news flash you Irish son of a bitch! You can't! I'm glad I told Harry" I shouted back at him. He looked stun for a moment but then he got angry. Really angry.

"I thought that's what you liked about me honey. That I'm Irish. You like my accent babe? Or that I know how to hold my liquor. Cause your precious Harry doesn't! He gets smashed after two pints! It's always Harry this, Harry that! If theres one fuckin' girl in this world that doesn't want that fuckin' bloody arse!"" he hurled the accusations at me.

He was two feet away from me now, and it wouldn't take much time for him to close that distance. I just don't understand. Where was this animosity towards Harry coming from?

He smirked at me, shaking his head. He crossed the feet between us and leaned in. His breath fanning my face he whispered, "Lemme tell you somethin' lass. I'm a much better fuck than Curly. Wanna find out?"

Only now that he was so close to me that I understood. His cheeks were flushed just because he was yelling. And his eyes weren't red just due to the lack of sleep. Niall was drunk. And the whiskey I smelled on his breath confirmed it.

I shook my head wordlessly. His gaze on me tightened and he slammed his lips against mine. His lips were hard against mine but smooth. I didn't kiss him back. Was he fucking joking. He pulled away from me and frowned.

"No? You want him Stephanie? You want him to be your boyfriend? You want him to kiss you? Fuck you?" he asked me.

"Niall-"

He kissed me again. Hard. I tried to move my face away but he pulled my chin towards him. He pressed his lips against mine urging me to kiss him back. I bit his lip. His head shot up and he grinned at me.

"Kinky."

"You're drunk."

"I bet you'd fuck Harry even if he was drunk," he said harshly. He face was pulled in a sneer and he continued.

"You would, wouldn't you? I'll show you I'm better than him."

He pulled me towards him and turned my head to the side exposing my neck. His mouth trailed down my neck, placing hot kisses on my skin. I bit back a moan but not before he heard. He nipped at my collar bone and I gasped. I'm going to regret this in the morning. I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him. He grinned into the kiss and pushed me down on the bed. He lowered himself on top of me and kissed me intensely. His hands trailed down my body and my fingers twisted into his soft hair.

"Niall," I mummer into the kiss.

"Mm."

He pulls my hair to the side and sucks on my neck. His hand trails down my stomach and rests on my hips. I let my hands travel his back from his broad shoulders to his waist.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. Niall stops kissing me and throws his shirt off. My hands trail down his bare back and he arches as my nails scratch his spine.

He crashes his lips against mine and sneaks his hand under my shirt.

"Stephan- OH shit! Get it in Niall!"

I push Niall off of me and he falls off the bed in a groan. Pulling my shirt down I stare at the open door in horror.

Nialls head pops up and he scowls, "Fuckin' Styles."