Good For Me ( Frat Boy Niall Fanfic )

Chapter 4

I'm going to try and update everyday! So voting and commenting would most definitely help me write more!!!  I also put what I imagined Amanda to look like on the side!! It's my cousin actually haha

Niall pulled away from our kiss leaving me breathless. I look up to him as I bite my lip and try to meet my eyes to his. But he doesn’t open them leaving me confused and waiting. His eyebrows and furrowed together and his lips that had just kissed me so magically a second earlier were in a thin line. The smile that was on my face quickly faded as seconds passed and I still hadn’t seen his eyes. He let out a heavy sigh without opening his mouth. He opened his eyes and I could feel joy burst inside of me like a firework. He studied me with his eyes for a split second and then removed himself from me. He walked back to his bike, grabbed his helmet off of his handlebars and put it on, and road off before I could even blink. I don’t know if I should feel offended but then I thought. This is Niall. Mr. Gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants. And I guess he got what he wanted. But I was still confused, if we didn’t have sex. What did we do? “ROXY?” I hear someone call and turn around to see Amanda in the doorway of the house with the most evil smile on her face. I was starting to believe that was just her face. “Come here, right now!” she demanded with the smile still on her face. I did as I was told and came up to her head hanging low in embarrassment. “Did you and… Did you just kiss Niall Horan?” she asked in disbelief as soon as I was in earshot. “Um… yeah, I think I did.” I say, rubbing my arm pretty uncomfortable with this conversation already. “That’s perfect!” She shouts grabbing my arm and taking me into the house and up the carpeted stairs. “Wait, are you wearing his clothes?” she asked, grabbing hold of the t-shirt I was wearing. “Yeah, But-” I start but am cut off. “So you slept with him!?” she shouts a little too loud as she sits us on her bed. “Shh!” I finally shush her throwing my hand over her mouth. “No, I didn’t. But he agreed to make us the number one sorority…” I say but am suddenly confused, did he agree? The last thing I remember is Niall pushing me into the corner because of the bruises on my hips. I remember bringing it up, but if he agreed I don’t recall. “I think…” I say, trying so hard to remember. “You think?” she says, suddenly seeming angered and this is the first time I’ve seen her angry… with me anyway. “You had one task, Roxy!” she shouted flailing her arms. “I know he answered!” I shout back trying to calm her. “ Just what, I don’t know.” I say, biting my lip. “Well, you have to figure it out!” she shouts back. Her yelling was really starting to irritate me. “Obviously!” I shout back enunciating every syllable. “Well… Lucky for you there’s a beach party tonight.” She said, collecting herself and standing up off her bed. “Another party?” I ask, why the fuck would they do two parties one after another? “The first party was for the fraternity’s, the second for the sorority’s.” Like that made any more sense. But what was really bothering me was the fact I would have to wear a swimsuit. And I mean, I can go out and wear high waisted shorts and a crop top. But to be in what was similar to my underwear frightened me. I mean, I didn’t have a bikini ready body like most girls here. “What time?” I ask, trying not to show my concern. “It’s gonna be at the beach just around the corner at 5:30.” Amanda states without giving me a second glance as she walked to the doorway. “Remember make sure he agrees and then have him come and talk to me about it, okay?” she said, her voice more hostile. “Sure.” I say, even though I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to talk to Niall anymore.

I came at 5:45 so I didn’t seem like such a goody goody. But sure enough, barely anyone was here. I saw a table full of alcoholic beverages and I saw, of course, saw Jonathan with a now black eye and busted lip. I saw Amanda at the table full of assorted beers, and liquor, and boxed wine. She saw me, smiled, filled another cup and brought it over to me. I grabbed the cup and took a mighty gulp already feeling the almost gone hangover leave. “Niall’s not here.” She states taking a feminine sip of her drink. Yeah, the only reason I came was to see Niall. But then I realized it was. I had been thinking about him ever since I left the house. On my walk back to my dorm, while showering, while getting dressed, and walking to the beach! He and his mysterious behavior rattled my brain. Why would he kiss me and then not even give me a smile or a wave or “Nice job!”. Okay, maybe not the last one but something. “Why is Jonathan here?” I say motioning to the beat up boy with my cup and then bringing it to my lips. “Jonathan is my boyfriend.” She says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I spit some of the drink back into the cup… some from my mouth and some from my nose. “Come on, that’s disgusting.” She says, backing away from me with her arms raised in defense. “Do- um… Do you, like by any chance… um, know what happened to his face?” I blurted out trying to be as casual as possible for someone who was having a heart attack. “I don’t know he won’t tell me. I just hope he’s not fighting again.” She says, actually seeming worried for the two faced kid. “Fighting?” I ask, suddenly interested in this conversation. “Yeah, some of the kids in his frat used to fight for cash, sometimes because of other things…” she said trailing off. “What do you mean other things?” I ask. “Well…” she sighs, “ I didn’t wanna tell you last night but, Niall is considered a bad boy for more than the whole “Gets what he wants, whenever he wants” thing.” She says gnawing on her bottom lip. “What?” I ask, and anger pulses through my veins. She encouraged me to have sex with the kid! “Niall, umm… well Niall provides things for other people and um he also kind of… races.” She said not looking me in the eyes. Provides things what is she-… then it hits me. “DRUGS!” I shout, my eyes wide in disbelief and throws her hand over my mouth. I repeat it knowing she wouldn’t hear anything but the muffled noise. She pulls her hand away from my mouth after I calm down. “And wait, like… like street races?” I ask, leaning in and whispering. “Yup.” She says. “Oh look, there’s Niall!” she shouts only loud enough for me to hear, spinning me around and pointing to the boy with two other boys I didn’t recognize. He has no shirt on as he struts over towards the beach carrying his tang top in one hand. His muscles were being flexed without any attempt on his part and a pair of black Ray-Bans covered the eyes that I loved so much but had betrayed me.  He and his friends walked over to the table full of alcohol and I recognized one of the boys as the bouncer from last night, he pulled his shirt on before grabbing a drink. I was intimidated by the amount of testosterone at one table. And the boy who had kissed me earlier with so much lust and passion suddenly terrified me. “No.” I say, turning around and running into Amanda. “But you have to, he kissed you and he likes you and he wants you and you have to!” she started with a normal voice and then starts shouting by the end and pushes me towards the table. I stop just in time so that I don’t barge into him, I catch my breath and chug down my beer. Right when I finish and start to bring my cup down someone barges into me and spills their alcohol onto me. I back up to try and stop the liquid from pouring onto me anymore. I hear the oohs and ahhs from surrounding guys. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I hear someone say and recognize it immediately. I look up and I see the Ray-Bans who have now become my mortal enemy. I see him swallow roughly in realization. “It’s fine.” I say, trying to break the tension. He hums and turns around and grabs some napkins off the table and starts patting me dry around my chest and the top half of my stomach that wasn’t covered by my shorts. He looks shaky and nervous as he wipes. I grab his napkin filled hands and stare into what I assume are his eyes through his sunglasses. “It’s okay, Niall.” I say gently. We stay like that for a little bit and then Niall removes himself awkwardly and then tosses the napkins off at a bin near the table. He turns back around and scratches at the nape of his neck and readjusting the red Chicago Bulls snapback on his head. “Um… Can we talk?” he says, pointing to the boardwalk entrance that started about a mile up the beach. “If you want to, yeah.” I agree and he starts to walk and I follow him. “Um, so what did you want to talk about?” I ask, with my hands behind the back after a 5-minute awkward silence. “I can’t do this but I’m doing it anyway.” He says, gesturing to us. “Do you mean what happened?” I ask, making a reference to the kiss. “Mhmmm.” He hums. “So you like me?” I ask, feeling my heart beat faster with what he was admitting and what I had just learned about him. “You’re interesting and you’re different and I like that.” He says, like it was obvious. I just nod as we continue to walk. “Why didn’t you wear a bathing suit like everyone else?” he asks, trying to continue the conversation as casual as possible. “Well, unlike all those girls over there I don’t really have the most bikini ready body.” I joke but couldn’t be more serious. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He says, nudging me with his elbow and giving me a playful grin. “I think you have a great body.” he says winking and becoming the frat boy he truly was. I cleared my throat, I knew he was just saying it to make me feel better but I knew it wasn’t true. “Listen to me,” he said, looking at me for a second. “Do not let the opinions of others consume you.” He says, looking at the setting sun for a second and then looking back at me. “Easier said then done.” I say, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you nervous?” he asks, looking at me with concern. How did he know? “You told me last night,” he says looking forward and smirking. “ About my hair thing?” I ask, scratching my head. “Yup.” He says, a smile of knowing on his face. A few seconds pass before I figure out what to say. “What else happened last night?” no eye contact being made. “Well, how far back do you remember?” He says, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Um…” I ask, trying to think back. “When we were dancing and then…” I remember and my eyes grow wide and I want to go into a ball and cry. “You kissed me…” I said, scrunching up my nose still not making eye contact. “What?” He asks, sounding rather angry. I look to him to see he’s not angry, but a smile his plastered onto his beautiful face. He had pulled his sunglasses off and they were now hanging on his tang top. “You kissed me!” He shouted, his smile still on his face pointing to me with his long finger that was attatched to his large hands. “No I didn’t!” I shouted, back. “Did I?” I whisper to myself not completely sure. “Yes.” He says, laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry.” I whisper, looking at my feet and how more sand seeped into my sandals with every step I took and promised myself to stop dragging my feet. “I don’t mind at all, feel free me to kiss me whenever you want.” He says, and I can feel his gaze burning through me. It’d been another couple of seconds and he breathed in and was about to start a new topic when my phone beeped. My head popped up and my eyes went wide looking through him, “I’m sorry, one second.” I say, pulling my phone out of my back pocket quickly. I click the home button and stop in my tracks and can’t believe what I’m seeing. It’s a text from my ex. And he wasn’t just an ex. He was an “I dated you from freshman year up until the day after graduation and loved you and you and I had sex together for the first time and you cheated on me you motherfucking asshole but I love you” ex. “Harry x” was his name on my phone and realized I haven’t changed it. I never even looked at his contact. “ I want to talk to you, call me pleaseeeeeeee xxxxxxX” Why would he text me this? Why all of a sudden? “Are you okay?” I hear his voice ask. “Um, yeah, yeah I’m fine. What were we talking about?” I say, clicking the phone, shoving it into my pockets, and catching up to the boy who was turned around a few steps away from me. “About how you decided to lovingly stick your tongue down my throat.” He laughs and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. “Oh, okay…” I clear my throat. “Proceed.” I add with a chuckle. “So you started to kiss me and then everyone chanted…” he started laughing. “ You pulled away, bit your lip, grabbed my arm and started leading me up the stairs where everyone chanted louder. They were yelling, “Niall Niall will defile!” He started laughing ever harder. I wanted to know how he could remember all of this probably being a bit drunker than I was. “We went upstairs and I pulled you onto my bed and we started making out.” We were at the entrance of the steps to the boardwalk when Niall sat down on them and started reminiscing about what I was present for but didn’t remember. “And I was on top of you and it was very, it was full of lust. You know what I mean?” He turned to face me like I would understand, I nodded my head but he just amazed me by the fact he was so casual with this very sexual topic. I could feel my cheeks turning red by the second. “And umm, I was slowly bringing my hand up your shirt and you stopped me. You grabbed my hand and stopped kissing me so I looked at you. Your eyes were big and confused. You flipped me over and sat on my stomach and you leaned down and kissed me. I put my hands on your hips and we just kissed. It wasn’t full of lust like the first one, but it was slower, and more careful.” He said, and then stopped. He was looking at the moon that was coming up. I couldn’t see his face to see if he was laughing or anything else because he was quiet. “And we kissed, for a long time. I don’t know how long, but I liked it. I liked it a bit more than if we had done anything ya know?” He turned to me again and I then noticed I was staring at my hands. “Hey, look at me.” He said and I could feel his blue eyes burning into me. I looked into his eyes and didn’t really know how to breathe anymore. “But after that you pulled away again. You said, ‘ you wanna hear something funny? A bit slurry from the alcohol. And I chuckled and nodded. ‘There’s a week ‘til my ex boyfriend of four years and I’s anniversary.’ You smiled and it faded.” He said, looking me in the eyes again. His gaze would drift off as he told the story. “I asked if you were okay and you said yes and told me, ‘sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.’ And you talked to me about him.” And I felt my stomach drop. “I talked to you about, him?” I asked. “Yes, you talked to me about Harry… and what went on after Harry.” He said, looking at me again with all seriousness, but it was calming and spine tingling. “I’m really, really sorry.” I say, standing up. “Maybe we should just let this go.” I say, starting to walk back to the party. I couldn’t look at him, I knew him for one day and I already spilled all of my problems onto him how could he even talk to me anymore? I would understand if he never wanted to talk to me again. “No.” I hear him state. I stop in my tracks. “Please, I just don’t…” I start turning around but am cut off by the blonde haired boy striding up towards me. “No.” he repeats. “I just wanted you to fuck me…” he starts, losing the confidence he stomped up with. “But I’m greedy and… And I want to get to know you.” He said, pressing his forehead onto mine. I could feel his breath on mine, the sweet mixture of alcohol and spearmint. “But why?” I ask, it came out as a whisper as I couldn’t understand what was happening. “You are beautiful. You might not see it, but I do.” He said, sliding his hand down my arm and pulling me toward the stairs again. He sat down and I next to him. We just sat there for a couple seconds, our fingers intertwined. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. “Huh…” I said, realization washing through me. “What?” he asks, grinning. “You sit there, in your heartache. Waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.” I smile at my feet. “You told me that yesterday.” He smiles at me. He was hypnotic and enchanting and I didn’t quite understand him. But he was different and I did like him. I knew he was no good, but he was stuck in my brain.

“Thanks for agreeing.” I say, staring at my feet scratching the pavement and then begin to lift them up as I walk. “No problem, besides… I think the people from Gamma Phi Beta are a lot better.” He said, nudging me as we walked. I could feel the smile on his face and the one forming on mine. “So tell me…” he started a few seconds later. “From what you told me yesterday, you don’t really seem like someone who would be in a sorority.” He says, and I just look forward and see that now we’re just a couple blocks away from my dorm, which I’ll soon need to move out from. Not like I had unpacked or anything. “Yeah, well. You know after the whole thing with Harry I wasn’t really my best. I didn’t do much.” I started, turning to look him in the eye every couple of seconds. “What did you do all day?” he asks, not breaking eye contact. “I just stayed in bed.” I say, finding it difficult to relive what I once was. “That sounds terrible.” He said, and when I finally got the courage to look at him he was looking at his feet. We were passing his frat but I didn’t think he noticed. “No, it was nice. I liked it.” I said. “It really helped.” I start to fiddle with my fingers. “We’re passing your place.” I stop, pointing to it. He looks to it, but turns back around with a smile. “I can walk you to your place if you want.” He says, pointing forward with his big hand I think I was growing fond of. “Sure.” I say, with a smile and we slowly begin our descent towards my dorm. “And then what happened?” he asked and it was just as it was. “I stayed at home alone, listened to music, and thought way too much. I just thought about how long it must’ve been going on, ya know? But I’m over it now… I’m better.”

“But you never answered my question.”

“What was it again?”

“ Why did you decide to join a sorority?”

“Well, I was actually… um… well I was depressed. And now I’m not saying my boyfriend cheating on me led me to depression. I always was, he just made it better. And when he left, it got worse. I didn’t really socialize, ever. People got me very nervous…”

“People are just people, they shouldn’t make you nervous.”

“Yeah, like I haven’t heard that before.” I mumbled under my breath. Before I knew it we were outside the dorms front door.

“Well, thanks for walking me.”

“No big deal.” He says casually. We stand there for a couple of seconds in silence. It wasn’t awkward… but it was. “Can I get your number? Maybe I can call you tomorrow?” He usually carried himself with such pride. But he seemed so unnatural asking for my number. Like it was his first time doing something like this, even though I doubt that it was true. But he seemed nervous. “Sure.” I answer, I pull out my phone and he does the same. I unlock mine and after opening new contact I give it to him and we trade. I enter my name into the black iPhone and my phone number, when it beeps.

‘Meet me at The Cove at 11.’ And it was from someone called just ‘G’. The phone was pulled out of my hand as soon as it beeped, I just happen to be a fast reader. He read the text and handed me back my phone. “I’ll call you tomorrow then?” he asked, suddenly smiley and excited and I didn’t know why. I nodded with a smile, it was contagious. He smiled and kissed my cheek quickly and rushed off.