Parenting

Chapter Twenty Four

-Christine's POV-

He chased after me as I stumbled into my room. "Bitch!" I heard him scream as I locked the door and cowered into the corner of my room. "Open up Christine! Fucking open this door!"

My hands covered my ears as I hunched into a ball.

"Your little Niall isn't here to save you baby! You'll fucking love me whether he likes it or not!" He kept banging at the door until it finally broke open.

Help me...

I shot up screaming in my bed before clamping my hands over my mouth. That dream felt so real; maybe because it was real.

It was the night before Niall found me actually.

Feeling the tears already beginning to dampen my cheeks, I threw the covers off of my sweaty figure and pulled my knees to my chest. It was a little while in the dark room before I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Christine?" A voice whispered through the crack in the door before stepping in.

"D-don't l-look." I whimpered turning my body away as the familiar figure sat close to me. A hand touched my side and I flinched away though the hand didn't.

"Why can't I look darlin'?"

"B-because..." The explanation couldn't seem to get past my lips as the hand ran up to my shoulder. The figure climbed closer to me before long arms wrapped around my frame.

"It's ok darlin'. It's ok." Niall whispered and pulled me back into his chest. Gradually being turned around, Niall pulled my head against his bare torso as his hand ran through my hair.

"I-I'm s-so-"

"Shh..." Niall gently hushed me as I shook my head holding my face. "Christine, look at me." I refused shaking my head again until soft fingers took my chin in their hold.

My gaze was lifted in the dark room to Niall's eyes which I couldn't properly see. His thumb graced over my bottom lip as it trembled in his hold.

"S-stop." I choked out taking his wrist. He's seen me cry hasn't he? A hot breath fanned over my face as my eyes slightly widened. "N-Nia-"

I was interrupted by soft plump skin on my lips. They slowly moved against me as I tightened my hold on Niall's wrist. His lips... they were on mine.

His other hand ran to the back of my neck and held it in place as I whimpered.

"Christine..." He mumbled against my lips and pulled away slightly so the plump skin brushed. "Kiss me Christine." His voice sounded in a weak plead as his forehead rested on mine.

We were friends. That's all we were supposed to be. Maybe Niall's forgotten that though I doubt it.

His lips reconnected with mine with more force than last time. Leaning over me, his hand tightened around my neck as the other guided me onto my back.

My being slowly have into him as I found myself nibbling on his bottom lip. A subtle moan slipped from him as he pushed further, burying his tongue into my moist mouth.

A few minutes in and Niall and I were tongue tied and body pressed. His hands latching onto my lower back as his lips collided with mine.

"Niall." I pulled away and pushed him up by his shoulders. An unsatisfied grunt left left his lips as he rested his forehead on mine again.

We lay listening to each other's pants until Niall spoke up.

"I'm sorry." He muttered leaning back onto his knees. "I-I'm sorry Christine." My head shook as I reached a hand out and felt for his.

I touched his wrist and tugged it back as he came hesitantly.

"Lie with me." I whispered pulling his body comfortably onto mine. "Just lie." Without another word or mutter, Niall had me in his strong embrace as we fell into the dark dreams yet again.

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Waking up was lonely as Niall wasn't with me. So I sat up and let out a long yawn before pushing myself to my feet. There was the sound if light sizzling coming from outside so I followed the sound through the quiet house to the kitchen.

Niall stood shirtless over the frypan as I leant on the farthest kitchen bench watching him. He was quietly singing to himself as he took some sausages off the pan and put it onto a plate placed in a tray.

"Who knew you could cook?" I broke the silence with a joke causing Niall to jump back and burn his hand on the pan. My smile ceased and I came over to see he had burnt the palm of his hand. "Oh shit-are you ok?"

With a small nod, he took his hand over and put it under the fresh running water in the sink.

"It was my fault. I should have jumped away, not into the hot-fuck!" He bit his lip as I opened the freezer and looked at all the food that was jammed inside.

"Food addict." I whispered smiling but remembered the task at hand. Taking out a half open bag of peas, I carefully carried it over as Niall turned off the tap. "Here." He held his palm iyt and I out the frozen food bag over it as he winced back. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I should use less of my ninja skills around you."

I tried to enlighten the situation which kinda worked.

"Maybe I should get better hearing." With a light nudge of his shoulder, I smiled and glanced out the city window to look over the city. "Uh," he murmured clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck, "about last night..." I knew where this was going.

"No, no. If anything it was my fault about what happened. You were stuck in the moment and I didn't pull away." His eyes looked over the entirety of my face before nodding.

"I don't want to lead you in Christine. I want to keep a good friendship with you." He glanced back and shyly gestured to the food. "I tried to let you down easy with breakfast in bed but..."

"It's ok. I feel the same way." He awkwardly held his arms out and I took the offer of his hug.

"Friends?"

"Best friends." He whispered as I playfully rolled my eyes. "So," he pulled away, "you gonna eat that?" He joked as I dramatically shoved him away and hovered over my food.

"You better believe I will."