Niall's Lucky Charm

It's The End For Us

1 month later

I think I just made a big mistake.

Why did I have to say yes...? I just, I mean -- God! I hate that I'm hurting Niall, but... It just sex right? I'm just doing a favor right?! Ugh! I can't do this anymore! I woke up to a cold bed once again. 

It's been this way for a whole month. Niall is no where when I wake up and we barely talk to one another. My phone buzzed. 

"Hello?" I answered

"Emily?" Niall's Irish voice that I longed for said. 

"Yeah?"

"Look, I know that I've never been there, but..." He sighed, "I think we should take a break." 

"You mean a vacation?" Tears welled up in my eyes, no, no this cannot be happening!

"I'm sorry, it's me, I just am not in the position to have a relationship right now. Get out of the house.     I never want to see you again." He hung up, leaving the dead tone line fill my ears. 

Zayn walked into my room, standing at the edge of my bed. 

I let a tear roll down my cheek, Zayn looked at me sad. 

"Niall?" He asked gently, strolling over to my bedside. 

"He... broke up with me." I whispered, it even sounded horrible coming out of my mouth.

"It's okay, you have me." Zayn held my hand.

"I... just" My mind was fogged trying to process everything that was happening. I quickly got up and threw everything that I owned into my suitcase, outraged with Niall. I sobbed when I finally closed it.

"I'll help you," He breathed out, grabbing my suitcase and taking my hand in his. I didn't stop him.  Zayn drove me home, only that he came with me to my house, stopping at the dining room.

"Zayn, what are you doing? Isn't Niall breaking up with me enough?" I said a bit to loud, he shook his head.

"I want you all to myself. I am no man to share with what I want." He came closer to me, stroking my cheek, I leaned in to his warmth thoughtlessly.

"Niall..." I whispered, feeling tired.

"Sh, it's okay, I'm here for you," He kissed me gently, I loved his lips. How they brushed harshly against mine. My hands roamed over his neck, I was too hurt and Zayn fixed it. He made me not care anymore, not caring about Niall, not caring about the future. All I wanted now was his body.

"Zayn," I gasped when his hands roded up my skirt, his fingers teasing me. He backed us against the antique dinner table, making me hop onto it. I tore off his buttoned up shirt, making the tiny buttons scatter everywhere. I looked at his beautiful chest that I craved to be pressed up against me, I quickly unbuckled his pants and took off my shirt. After we took all of the cloth that suffocated our bodies, he started kissing my neck. Leaving tons of love bites everywhere. I opened my legs, welcoming him in.

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 I gasped as I got off the table, my thighs and neck hurt, Zayn is becoming a little rough now. I rubbed my wrist, bruised from his tight grip. I picked up all my clothes off the floor and slowly put them on, one at a time.

"I'm so sorry, Emily, I don't know what happened." Zayn pleaded while trying to hold me, I tore away form his grasp.

"No, it's fine, really, I know how it... must have been." I swallowed.