Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

7

Exhaustion wracked my entire being.

That's what I felt like as I sat on Niall's somewhat comfortable bed teetering on the brink of consciousness, waiting for one of his people to come and get me. I didn't know the dude Calum who was coming to get me, but I hope Niall had changed his stupid mind and told Luke to come get me instead. There was just something about Luke that made me feel safe for some reason, like I had know him for years. He felt so familiar to me, but I couldn't find where that feeling came from inside of me.  His face lurked in the back of my mind, and I remembered Niall's words.

"Stay away from him."

But I never was the one to listen to people thoroughly. So here I sat in my kidnappers room, awaiting yet another stranger to come tour me around my new prison. Niall had been impatiently tapping his foot on the ground, just waiting for me to leave. This is the only thing that kept me from falling into a deep sleep, it was like an annoying tick that you couldn't quite get rid of. His gaze had been locked on mine solidly in a curious glare for a straight thirty minutes. The sound of his foot tapping  on the dull ground drove nails into my already fragile mind, and I literally thought I was quite capable of killing a village at this point.

"Will you stop that?" I questioned irritatingly, malice in my tone. For a moment the insistent tapping stopped and calmness flooded through my veins. That was until he picked up his same annoying rhythm again, but this time he added his obnoxious hand. Without even thinking in a mad frenzy, I rushed out of my sitting position and tackled him back onto the fluffy bed. Now I had him pinned on his back and glaring at him menacingly straddling his waist and holding his arms down, I growled, "I said shut the fudge up, you ignorant sack of shit!"

As he stared up at me, I saw pure amusement at my words and I felt silly for speaking like that. Of course, this was funny to him. "The copious amount of stupid insults you come up with is fucking hilarious, love. Bravo, what's next?" Niall asked cheekily, staring at me with hard eyes. Why wouldn't it be funny to him? He was a toddler after all. A toddler who could make me squirm in discomfort just by staring at me. Not to mention that his annoying racket was driving me mentally and criminally insane. I leaned down slowly with a new mischievous plan forming in my mind, and as I did this his eyes drifted closed.

I almost stopped right then, taking in his closed eyes. Did he think that I was going to kiss him? The offspring of Satan? Oh lord he was so freaking wrong and far away from the actual meaning of what I was doing. This new information brought a whole new another idea to light in my busy brain. This could be fun to mess with Niall, really fun.  My eyes squinted slightly trying to fool him just enough, and just as my lips started towards his fair face and he leaned upward off the bed to meet me, I drifted swiftly to the side and down to his ear.

"Keep doing that shit, Horan, and you'll wind up in a ditch," I threatened as harshly as I could. No doubt I probably sounded like a wounded puppy dog or a small child, but it was worth a shot and it was worth it making him mad. I rocked back over off of his hips with a satisfied smirk on my lips and looked down to his surprised face with his pink lips parted in horror that I just one upped him. And as much as I tried to avoid looking down at him with victory, I couldn't ignore the fact that his pants had got tremendously tighter. This actually worked way better than I thought it would because he got a freaking boner. An evil smile lit up my face because I caught him off guard with a distraction. Go me.

Basking in the glory didn't last long though because I was met with the cold, nasty floor slapping against my face. A long groan fell from my mouth at the impact, rolling over carefully to catch my breath. "Son of a nutcracker," I wheezed loudly, grappling my ribs. There was definitely going to be a bruise on my ribs and butt in the morning, and I was going to be even more sore than I already was. My old body wasn't meant for tumbles like this anymore. Niall jumped off the bed after my fallen body and quickly rushed to my side on the muddy floor. "Shit, I'm sorry Tylie I didn't mean-" he tried helping me up, but I brutally shoved him away.