Gwen h.s

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The breeze of the air was flowing freely to the sky and the sun shining so bright that it almost blinds her eyes with dark and purple lights in her pupils. It radiates her soft pale skin and made her glow as she ran down the sidewalk in a steady pace while her hair that was secure in a pony tail swings side to side. Taking a right, she found her way back to her house in ease like every other morning jog.

Her sharp breathing was raged into deep breaths as beads of sweats slides down from her forehead. Both of her hands comes down to her knees while she took a moment to breath all of the oxygen that earth has to offer and decrease the speed of her beating red heart. A whistle was heard on the left side of her ear as she turned to see that her best friend was walking towards her with a smirk on his face.

"I don't know whats more beautiful. Your ass or the moon." He chuckles. She rolls her eyes at the perverted Irishman that laid in front of her eyes.

"Fuck off, Niall." She hisses with a slight smile on her face as he laughs more loudly at her cute comeback.

"Is the wicked bitch of the west here?"

She looks up to the sky with a sigh leaving her plumped lips hoping her mother was on her bed in deep slumber from her drunken night or hopefully, at work.

"I hope not." She breathes out then heads up her porch steps and invite Niall inside. The place reeked of alcohol as her nose scrunches from the horrible smell that lingers. Yup, she's still here.

"I guess, she's still here?" Niall reads her thoughts with a slight chuckle. She clenches her fist in anger from embarrassment that her own mother is so careless about her personal living but she kept a small smile on her face and turns to Niall.

"Yeah, she's always like this. Don't mind her." She giggles and grabs his wrist to lead him to her bedroom which was decent enough to inhale all the air unlike downstairs. Once they were trapped in her bedroom, Niall jumps on her queen sized bed and made himself at home. Rolling her eyes like the billionth time when she's always with him, she closes the door and lays next to Niall as his arm wraps around her waist.

"I missed you." He grumbles in her soft hair and kisses her head. Niall wasn't her boyfriend. He was her childhood best friend who had been there for her yet she did find his pervertedness annoying but the other side of him was gentle and caring. She smiles as she tangles herself with him on her bed like old times. She's been busy lately with work and school so, she hasn't been hanging out with her friends but since it's the weekend, she's happy that Niall took his time to visit her.

"I missed you more." She whispers. He sighs in satisfaction as his arms hold her tightly. She was comfortable as she thought about how caring Niall was until she felt a hand fell right on top of her right boob and the silence blossomed around them in sheer awkwardness and as for him, pure bliss.

"YOU PERVERTED FUCK, GET YOUR HAND OFF MY-" She yells and quickly yanks herself off of him. His loud laughter fills the air as he clutches his stomach, dying right then and there.

"I swear, Niall. If you try anything with-"

Suddenly the air becomes stiff as her bedroom door opens and a unfamiliar man walks inside dressed only in his boxers. His long, brown, and curly hair was disheveled in different directions and his green eyes lured to hers in such intensity as it goes up and down her body. The random tattoos stitched into his body was surprisingly beautiful. He looked like pure sex in her eyes but then realized...Who the fuck was he and why is he in her house?

"Oops, sorry. I thought this was the loo." His voice thickened the air as it held a deep huskily tone. He leaves quickly and shuts the door. She was mesmerized by the stranger's sudden appearance.

Then it clicked. Just like other nights..

The noises heard through the walls, the wall banging hardly as she kept her earphones in throughout the nights to stop the nasty sounds of her mothers and other guys highs.

He was one of her mother's one night stand.