Torment (One Direction Fan Fiction)

She sneaks in when you least expect it, huh Niall?

Niall used his bum to open the door. What had originally been getting Italian take-away had turned into buying out the nearest grocery store. Joey hobbled in behind him with two heavy bags in each hand, panting and red faced. His house was a lot different to Zayn’s.

For starters, surprisingly, it was cleaner. The second was that it looked warmer and was homier. But both apartments seemed to have this…cold, un-lived in air. In fact, Harry’s apartment was the same. Joey followed Niall into the huge kitchen. She dumped everything on his circular centre piece granite counter complimented by translucent plastic bar stools. With a grunt she let go of the heavy packets that had left her hands yellow.

“Ouch.” She mumbled, blowing on her hands. Niall smiled at her sympathetically.

“Sorry, those bags were fucking heavy.”

He rummaged around in another bag before bringing out their meals. “Here you go…” He handed Joey her box of pasta and then grabbed some utensils and two plates.

“Follow me!”

He led her into the telly room, settling on a big plush black sofa. Adjacent where they sat was a huge 3D HD TV and adjacent to that was an elegant table housing a nice big Apple desktop. Joey scanned his colourful living room, her eyes resting on the wall behind her where various items had been framed and hung up. And then she noted the gorgeous guitar he had leaning against the wall. His house was nice, and as afore said, homier than Zayn’s or Harry’s.

“Wanna watch an episode of Walking Dead?” He grinned at Joey who shrugged.

“I don’t care, I’m starving.”

Niall laughed and turned the television on. The rain outside was pleasant now.

They ate and watched television, talking every now and then. Every time something unsuspected happened, Niall would yell a profanity and pause in his eating for a second, then blink and shake his head. Eventually, though, they had both had enough of television. By then it was rather late, nearing ten o’clock.

“You want to go check if Zayn’s home?”

“Yeah. Yes please Niall, that would be nice.”

He nodded, smiling at her. Both of them got up, walking to the kitchen, throwing away their take away boxes and putting their utensils into the dishwasher. Despite bringing plates, both had decided to eat out of their take away boxes.

“So…has Zayn been nice to you?” Niall asked as they walked casually to Zayn’s apartment, completely on the other side of the building.

“Depends what your version of nice is.” Joey grinned at the carpeted floor and Niall chuckled.

“Does he feed you?”

“God, you really are always hungry.”

“I’m not always hungry, but when I am I have a mean appetite.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the biggest misconception about you, then?”

“That I’m innocent.”

Joey laughed.

“What kind of innocence are we talking about?”

“Sexually and mentally. I’m not a baby; I’m just not as horny as the other boys.” Niall retorted walking side ways to bump Joey’s hip. “I can wait till the end of civilization to have sex. I’m not impatient…with certain things. And it isn’t like I haven’t experienced life…I’m not cutesy and so on, I don’t own a fucking Hello Kitty toaster and it isn’t like I’ve never seen a naked woman.”