Chapter 5:
Niall’s POV:
I was slightly confused, considering I thought I was still asleep but finally I had come to the realization that I wasn’t, I was merely staring at the ceiling. Wait- why am I awake? My eyes flicked in the direction of the door as I heard the pounding begin again. Oh, right.
Glancing at the clock, I realized that it was 3:14 am. Who the hell would be at my door at 3:14 in the morning?! As another round of knocks came from the door I heaved myself out of the bed and opened the door to… Well Niall, why didn’t you assume it would be the one and only Harry Styles. The world’s most wanted man.
I sighed as he pushed past me, walking straight into my room. Well maybe he didn’t want anything from me? He normally would give me some sign right as I opened the door. A wink, a smirk, a stroke of the cheek, or even a kiss.
“Harry… How can I help you?” I asked, shutting the door and following him towards the center of the room.
“I need you.” He said simply, turning to face me. I looked up to meet his eyes, now seeing the dark look of lust that they possessed. I gulped slightly as I realized that here it was – the perfect opportunity to stand up for myself.
Niall this isn’t what you want. You don’t want a drunken sex buddy – especially one who is drunk.. But most importantly not one who you are in love with. Oh. I’m internally talking to myself again.. And Harry is staring me down. “Oh.”
The corners of Harry’s mouth turned up in a smirk as his hand grabbed my hip. Before I had a chance to make a noise, I was pulled into Harry and his lips were moving fast against mine. My eyes opened widely as I managed to break out of Harry’s strong grip, taking a step back from him.
“The hell?” Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed together in a mix of confusion and annoyance. “I’m not doing this.” I said, willing my voice to be a little stronger. “I’m not your goddamned fuck buddy Harry. You can’t just come to my house, my hotel room, my bed. You can’t just come and expect that just because you are drunk and horny, you can fuck me. That isn’t the case!”
“Oh really?” Harry asked, an icy smirk playing on his lips. “Because it sure has been that way for months Niall, haven’t you noticed? I come to you and you spread your legs for me, each and every time. Just like a good whore.”
A soft whimper escaped my lips as I took a step back. A good whore? That’s what I was to him? “Get out.” I whispered, looking at the ground. “Why? Can’t handle the truth Niall? Doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’ll remember in the morning.” Harry chuckled coldly which dug a knife into my heart.
Before I could register what was happening, my back was pushed into the wall and Harry’s lips were against mine. This was different than any other time. I’m not saying that any of my nights with Harry were soft and loving, they were all lust-filled. But this…this was anger. Harry was angry and I could feel it through his hard kisses and rough touch.
“Harry, s-stop..” I squeaked out as his lips latched roughly onto my neck. “You like it, you whore.” Harry growled as he rubbed himself against me. I squeezed my eyes shut, nails clawing into Harry’s shoulders as I tried to pry him off of me.
Harry pulled away from me, his hands resting softly on my hips. I let out a breath of relief, slumping back at the wall. How stupid of me to think that I had actually won this. I looked up at Harry to find that his lips were in a sly grin. “You’re right Nialler. I’ll stop… I’ll stop with the wall for now. I think it’s time for bed.” He gave me a wink and I shook my head rapidly, a small cry escaping my lips. “Harry p-please just let me b-be!” I pleaded but it was no use because Harry picked me up with ease, as if I weighed nothing in his arms.
I was thrown down onto the bed and if I had thought that any nights with Harry prior to this one were torture, well tonight I was taught true pain and torture… by the man I love.
