Whispers // HS

Three

Before I could actually take note of it, I was insanely drunk. Niall had somehow managed to keep a constant conversation while I downed several glasses of wine. After 3, his words drowned themselves out as I moved on to the vodka and fireball.

"Shiiit.." I moaned, swaying on the island chair.

"What?" Niall giggled, cupping his face in his hands as he leaned his elbows on the counter facing me.

"Im shitfaced." I laughed. Niall grabbed my arm, causing the chair to quickly turn. My eyesight blurred as i groaned.

"You're so beautiful.." He murmured, locking his ocean blue eyes with my hazel ones.

"Thank youu" I giggled. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. His hand trailed down to my hip, the other resting on the counter next to my shoudler.

"Niall.." I said. He eagerly pressed his lips to mine, dragging me off the chair. He pulled me towards the stairs, my head spinning te whole way.

"Niall." I said more sternly. Before I knew it he was throwing me against the bed, his hands traveling down my whole body.

"Shh.." He whispered against my skin. His lips trailed my neck, down my collarbone and to my chest. He untucked my blouse from my skirt and ripped it off, leaving me in my plain black bra.

"I can't wait to see the matching panties." He winked, placing his lips back to mine. I made no effort to kiss back, too wasted to even process what was happening. Little did he know I was actually wearing purple lace panties.

"God, you're so hot." His hands on my thighs.

"Niall," I slurred. "Stop." He continued to place sloppy kisses on and around my neck.

"Stop!" I yelled a bit louder.

"Hush, Valerie!" He shouted. Suddenly my door flung open and Niall was ripped from me. My brain spun in all directions and I couldn't figure out what had happened.

"You stay away from her, Niall!" A booming voice hollered. I watched as the figure slammed Niall against the wall. He had brown curls, and slim legs. Familiar looking, but no name came to mind.

"Ha, right Harry," Niall laughed. Harry. "Why can't ya just let me get the damn girl for once?" Niall scoffed, his rough irish accent deepening his voice.

"You know damn well you dont want that girl, you just want her body." Harry yelled, his forearm pressed up to Niall's neck.

"Oh, and why do you care?" Niall asked, tilting his head. "You don't seem to want any girl who ends up wandering out of the house at 11am after being in your bed for the night." Niall spat.

"Shut the fuck up." Harry growled, grabbing Niall's jaw and turning it to face me.

"You leave her alone. If I catch you even talking to her again, I'll rip your throat out."

Niall gulped, staring at me with wide eyes.
"Okay, okay, mate. Back off." Niall said, pushing Harry off and wandering out the door.

Harry ran his hand through his hair and turned to face me. He walked over to the end of the bed and placed a hand on my forehead.

"Go to sleep Valerie." He stated, rubbing my head with his strong hands.

"H-" I started. Harry placed a finger to my lips. Before I could argue, I felt my eye lids droop, burning my eyes with every blink.

"Goodnight, Valerie." Harry said, before easing away, shutting the door lightly as I drifted off to slumber.

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A/N aw how sweet of you harold. -miranda