Good For Me ( Frat Boy Niall Fanfic )

Chapter 15

When I wake up, the light is oddly white as my eyes flutter open. My head is heavy to lift up and I notice my hair is all on one side as I lean on my elbow. I realize I’m staring at some white curtains and I really shuffled around last night. For a moment I forget where I am, but memories from last night flood my brain. I groan at the realization of where I am. I can’t believe I ended up staying here last night. I wasn’t even drunk; I was just being stupid. I flipped my body around and see a lump of blanket beside me. What the heck? I scoot away from it a bit, because I still don’t know what it is. Well, who it is. I bring my body over the covers and slowly lean into the figure and poke at it. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I watch it shift and groan, and then go back to its peaceful state. “Niall?” I whispered, poking at it again. “WHAT?” The figure throws the blanket back and frightens me so I jump back a bit, almost falling off the overly large bed. “Zayn?” I ask, as I see it’s the dark haired boy. His face is flustered and angry. His body is slimmer than I remember and tattoos litter his body. “Roxanne?” he looks at me confused and after a long pause he asks, “Did we hook up last night?” he smiles, slightly. I roll my eyes in disgust. I don’t remember him being so… sex-crazed. Then again I only talked to him once before. “You were really good, we should do this again sometime.” He winks, and reaches his arm out toward me to bring me in for what I think is a hug. “Wedidn’tsleeptogether.” I announce quickly and he brings his arm back to himself. “Y-yeah we did.” He laughs in disbelief, “We’re in my bed, and you’re in my clothes and…” he answers sitting up and looking around the room. “No, this is Niall’s room… and Niall’s clothes.” I tell him, as he realizes whilst identifying the room. “How the fuck did I end up here? Wait… did you and Niall have sex? Did I watch?” he smiles again, and I look at him in disgust. “What! No! Get out!” I shout, grabbing my pillow hitting him with it on the back of the head. “Fine, fine.” He laughs, and the feel of the room is lighter than I thought it would be after a sex joke. “Get out.” I point to the door and he laughs. He stands up from the bed throwing the blanket at me, and walks toward the door. When his skinny body gets off the bed I see he’s in plaid boxer shorts and oddly long socks. I laugh and pull myself back against the headboard and lean against it crossing my arms over my chest. Zayn turns back around and smiles at me as he reaches for the handle at the door but it swings open before his fingers could make contact. A drowsy Niall stands in front of Zayn. He stands in the same clothes as last night. His hair is messily strewn across his head going in every which direction. His cheeks flushed an adorable red color and his sea blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. He scratches behind his neck cutely and it takes him a couple seconds to analyze the situation. “What the fuck?” Niall asks and Zayn must do something to set him off because he shoves Zayn roughly by the chest. “What’re you up to?” Niall asks, getting closer to him. I guess Niall is no longer trying to hide his temper from me. “Whoa, whoa, whoa wait.” I crawl over quickly to the two and hike up onto my feet. “Zayn, woke up here-“ I start but I can’t finish as Niall gets closer to the boy. “You slept here? With her?” he shouts, walking chest first into the boy. I jab my arms in-between the two boys. “Yup.” Zayn answers a bit too snarky and I know this shouldn’t be happening. “Zayn, just go.” I tell him, pushing my thicker body in-between them, facing Zayn and my behind pressed up against Niall. “Get the fuck out.” Niall spat and Zayn slowly, but surely complied. I let out a deep breath as Zayn closes the door behind him. “What was he doing here?” Niall wastes no time. “I don’t know… I’m a heavy sleeper.” I announce, walking over to the bed, sitting on my left foot and my right dangles below me. “Heavy enough so you don’t feel Zayn feeling you up?” Niall’s voice booms, stepping closer. “Niall!” my voice cracks and I can’t help it. I stand up, turning my back to him and walking to the side of my bed, my clothes folded in a pile on the floor next to it. He continues talking to me as I place my clothes on his bed. “Can you go?” I groan, after his short monologue. “Excuse me?” he asks, the disbelief clear in his voice. “I need to change.” I say flatly, motioning to the lose shirt dangling over my body. His expression immediately changes from hostile to cheeky. “Oh, you can do that with me here, sweetie.” He winks, and my eyes roll back so roughly into the back of my head they feel like they could stick.  “I’m not going to change with you here, that’s disgusting.” I respond. “Well I’m not leaving.” He responds, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. The smirk smeared across his face appealing and revolting at the same time. His arms tucked under his armpits and he’s definitely satisfied with himself. I know Niall won’t leave. Niall is a man of his word. I have two options. I could go take the risk and try to find the bathroom. But this house is so large and there are so many doors I could accidentally walk into. And god-forbid I run into Jonathan again. 

Niall's smirk makes me want to smack him so badly all I’m craving is revenge.  “Fine.” I say. I pull down the boxer shorts, pushing them off my ankles with my feet. I give him a sarcastic smirk as I grab my shorts and slide them up my legs. His eyes go wide, and his jaw drops as he watches me. I know that was the last thing he expected, which gives me this small burst of satisfaction. I rotate my body as I switch my shirt though. I don’t want to show him everything. I sit down and pull up my boots from yesterday. “Well that was... Not fun.” I sigh, afterward. “We should just… stay friends?” I say, my eyebrows pushing together as I watch his expression. Although I would never admit it to him, saying that landed pretty hard in my stomach. Part of me hoped he would tell me that he wouldn’t let that happen, but he didn’t. He just watched me, his eyes blank. “I’m going to go then…” I say after a few moments of silence. And when it’s my choice to go, I realize I don’t really want to. I walk over to the door, my palm making contact with the cold metal. I want to walk out, because it would be the smart thing; and I want to stay, which would be my emotions. But before I’m even allowed to decide my body is spun around and warm, pink lips press themselves upon mine. I don’t think as my tiny hands slide up the muscular torso, pulling at the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. Our lips move in sync as his large hands slide down my sides as the kiss intensifies, and as his digits inch closer and closer to my bottom I pull away. My cheeks are flushed red and my lips a bit swollen from Niall’s rough kissing. Our foreheads are touching as I look into his light eyes. “You can’t argue with me anymore…” I say through my deep panting. He does nothing for a few seconds, taking in the sentence. I can see his brain working behind his eyes, wondering if this is the right thing to do. Then he closes his eyes and nods ever sow slowly.