Consequences of Falling in Love With a Frat Boy

Something Unexpected

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Chapter 82

I'm not sure when, but somewhere after the arguing and me calming Niall down, we fell asleep. Finding out that Simon threaten to kill me was crazy. I mean I always knew that he was some pompous jerk and a terrible uncle, but to threaten to kill me? That went way over board. Rolling onto my side I squeeze my eyes shut from the sunlight that was creeping in through the curtains. Moving behind me Niall snakes his arm around my middle, pulling me to him as he lets out a deep sigh, nuzzling his head into my neck as his breathing evens out and he falls back to sleep.

I don't know what it is, but it was something about me just being here, in bed, snuggled up with him that made Niall seem to relax more. I always knew that he was my rock, my reason from going completely insane even when he was the one to initiate my insanity, but lately I noticed, with help from the boys that he did seem to get a little more relaxed knowing that I was there, oppose from not being there. I knew once he blew up last night after going down memory lane and bringing back up the anger that he thought he had suppressed, that he wanted nothing more than to go out and find Simon, so he could beat the living crap out of him. Honestly, I was all for it, but given Simon's connections to numerous amount of people, I wasn't about to let Niall walk into that trap only to get himself killed, or taken away from me. That was something I wasn't going to let happened.

After laying there for a while, I needed to do something, read something to keep my mind off of my poor excuse of an uncle. Easing from the bed carefully so I wouldn't wake up Niall, I walked into the living room as I sat on the floor pulling the box that contained my father's files, journals, and other heirlooms in it, out. Scanning through the journal I started to reread passages from when I was first born up until I was a little over 6 years old. I didn't know what I was looking for, maybe a clue, maybe something that mentioned the chip, I didn't know, and really didn't care.

I hated the fact that all of this, my life turning into a downwards spiral was all based on some chip that I for 1 haven't seen before, and 2 have never even heard about not until last year when someone tried breaking into me and Niall's on campus condo, leaving him with no choice but to tell me what he and the boys really did for a living. I sat going through files that listed connection of allies that my father trusted, some names looked familiar, and other didn't. There were also files that consisted people that crossed my father, and projects that he was working on.

I sat there for a few hours looking and reading through different papers and books when I heard footsteps. Looking up I saw Niall standing in the hallway, wearing only boxer that hung so low, I thought he was about to play show and tell.

"What are you doing?" he asks as he rubs his hand down his arm.

"Reading." I say as I look back down to my papers.

"At 10 in the morning?"

"Didn't have anything else better to do, so I figured I'd do a little reading."

Walking over to me he sits behind me on the floor as he wraps his arm around my middle, pushing my hair off of my neck. Kissing me from my ear, down my throat, and along my shoulders as my vision blurred and I couldn't focus on the paper I was holding anymore.

"Niall." I say closing my eyes.

"Hmm." Niall hummed as he continues to kiss along my shoulder.

"I-I can't con-conce-concentrate when you're doing th-that." I say nearly out of breath.

"I know." Whispers Niall as he places his hand on my thigh, running it up playfully to my inner thigh.

I closed my eyes, letting a soft moan escape as Niall takes my chin in-between his fingers turning me to him as he kisses me. His kiss was soft, minty, and full of love. It wasn't rush nor was it sexual, to me it felt like a kiss a couple would exchange after being away from one another for a certain amount of time. His hand slowly continues to make its way up under the huge shirt I was wearing, as I placed my hand onto top of his, stopping it from moving. Niall pulls away from kissing me as he looks at me.