Forced Between Two Directions

Part 5

Back at home around 8:00pm

I struggled with the key to unlocking the door hurried. I finally managed to get the door open. 

Yes! Niall isint home yet. I rushed down the hall to the downstairs bathroom tripping but regaining composure.

I looked at my self on my side of our dual mirrors. There again was a purplish bruise forming on my cheek bone,right next to the blue on from yesterday.

I quick grabbed my makeup case, fiercely rummaging for a good concealer. Dabbing a few drops onto the applicator,I heard the front door creak open.

"Fuck!" I whispered.

Rushing, I applied the darker cream beige liquid to my mark and came out of the restroom and darted meeting niall in the kitchen.

"Hey babe" I smiled a tad out of breath, waving my hand lazily.

"Hey, how was your day? " he asked like he did everyday, no matter if his day was bad, or what time it was.

"Ohh you know the usual" I answered.

Trying to change the attention to him "How was practice?".

He seemed tensed my the question "Well Zayn decided to bail on us again" he huffed "And no offense but Liam will not shut up about him and Jacie's wedding".

"No offense taken" I took lighthearted.

He came out again "I just have no idea what would be more important to Zayn then practice?".

I nervously laughed "Haha Yeaa no idea".

"Yeaa" he stared deeply in the distance then returned quickly "So hey, I thought I would give the auto a wash, yea? " he asked about his range rover almost wanting my approval.

"Baby, you don't have to ask me, for you to wash your own car" I explained.

He laughed "I know, but I love feeling like you control me" he winked.

"Ohh is that so?" I laughed.

"Yep" he replied and smiled a bracefull grin

"Well I 'll be back in a half hour or so" he assured.

He gave me a quick kiss, grabbed the car keys and jacket and headed out the door. I let out a deep breath almost like I had been holding it the whole conversation.

I walked up the steps the bedroom. I strolled over to Niall's dresser and pulled out his shirt drawer. I had memorized where the drawer was because I used it just as much as he did.

It was basically a PJ drawer for me. But Niall liked when I wore his shirts, because he liked the way they fit me. I normally was nude underneath them and the bottom hem would come just to my mid upper thigh. I pulled out my favorite one and put it on. I was extremely tired so I flicked the light switch, crawled into bed and closed my eyes.

Half asleep, about a half hour later I heard Nialls footsteps climbing up the stairs. Walking in and seeing the lights off,realizing I was asleep.

I heard him grumble "God dammit".

I could faintly hear him go through his nightly routine of undressing into boxers, brushing his teeth. I felt the impact of bed on the side of me indicating he had got in bed too.

Thinking I was asleep,he slid his hand up my shirt and pulled me close to him. I smiled to myself. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as we drifted off to sleep.

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