Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Twenty-Five

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!




Kayla's POV










I smiled as I watched Harry carry my best friend down the hallway into her bedroom and cuddled closer to Niall.




"Do you want to go to bed?" He asked.




I looked up at him and frowned in thought. "Well," I said, "actually...actually I have something I need to tell you..."




"What?" He asked, slightly concerned.




"It's about..." I took a deep breath, "about the thing..."




"Okay?" He asked, squeezing my hand slightly.




I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "When I was nine, I went to this family thing with my mom and dad, younger brother, my family, so on. There was a few family friends there that were, y'know, close friends and such. There was this one guy that me and my brother and a few of my cousins always hung out with. He was like, the oldest guy that would hang out with the little kids, so he was cool. He was around fourteen at that time. He would play video games with us and stuff, and me being 'one of the boys,' I found that fun.




"Well, when I was nine, we were at this get together, and he was like, 'you wanna go play some video games?' I didn't think anything of it, so I went in the house with him. He closed the door, and we started playing Mario. After a few minutes of that, he stopped the game and looked at me saying 'I want to play a different game.'"




"Oh, no..." Niall said, scooting closer to me.




"Yeah," I said, laying my head on his shoulder. "I was nine, so, I honestly had no clue what was going on, so, when he...well...pulled me on top of him, all I knew was that I wasn't comfortable, and I wanted to get away."




"What happened?" Niall asked quietly.




"Nothing really," I said, "y'know, he was, like, grinding his hips and stuff, but...it wasn't really what he did, it...it was the sounds he made. They just..." I shivered and shook my head. "He almost got my clothes off, though."




"Almost?"




I nodded. "Mom called me about the time he was going for my shirt."




"Your shirt..." He said, realization appearing in his eyes, "that's why you hate it whenever you're touched at your hips..."




"Yeah," I said, "I'm pretty positive if mom had waited any longer he would've..."




"You don't have to think about what could have happened, shawty," he said, kissing me on the forehead.




"I'm just glad it didn't, because..."




"Because why?"