baby doll // narry

chapter thirty two. ➸ lost.

❝ chapter thirty two. ➸ lost. ❞

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HARRY STYLES

I regretted passing the opportunity to tell the guy off. Who the hell did he think he was to trespass? The guts! And the fact that Niall had been so warm and affectionate with him was driving me over the edge. He was probably his boyfriend. He'd never mentioned having one. In light of his utter lack of experience in that aspect, I didn't think he'd have one.

Even if they were together, who gave them the right to be so lovey-dovey in the backyard of my home? A honk sounded from an Audi whizzing past me, and I countered with a blare multiple times louder, eventhough I was the one at fault. I'd driven past a red light. My nails jabbed into the steering wheel as my anger reeled.

Mrs. Jones from down the street had informed me once before that she'd seen a guy loitering around my compound. Had he been coming around whenever I was away? Had Niall been spending time with him all this while? As messed up at it was, he was still my property. He was living with me. He was mine. Well, atleast until this afternoon.

Unlike what Niall had assumed, I hadn't been on a 'date' today. I'd spent all morning in that filthy dump of a place Richard owned. I had to sign so many papers, and I had to wait around for them to amend contracts一absurd bullshit. I had imagined Niall being dragged into the brothel, I pictured him crying. I couldn't bear the thought. He would fit in anywhere else but there. I wanted him out of this mess as soon as possible.

By the afternoon, the contract had been revoked. What my dad said about the contract being unchangeable had been a lie. When he'd found out, he would probably nag me and tell me that I wasn't man enough, but I couldn't care less. Niall was free. Letting go of him was the last thing I wanted to do, but seeing him so unhappy devastated me. I didn't want him to be this way. And I didn't want to be the cause of his misery.

I was aware that I was hurting him, as I was being hurt. He didn't know that, and he won't. He also had no idea that I'd spent two whole weeks painting a portrait of him and perfecting it. Or atleast I thought he didn't. He'd been to my art room. Maybe he knew now that all those glimpses I'd been taking at him weren't sleazy, pointless ones.

I had been wanting him so badly I began to scare myself. I thought about him more than necessary. I wanted to touch him and kiss him every time I saw him. I had gotten to the point where even the smallest contact gave me a great sense of satisfaction. And suddenly other girls and boys seemed... uninteresting. That really terrified me.

I didn't like the effect he was having on me, I didn't like anyone having an effect on me. But it grew day by day. It wasn't supposed to happen. My plan was to get through college, marry Kaylee so my dad would shut up, and then swim in money, more than what I had now.

Everything would be handed to me on a silver platter. But I'd been having different thoughts about the direction my life was headed. It didn't appeal to me as much as it used to, but I'd decided that it was the most feasible choice.

And I needed to let Niall go, before it became too difficult.

I had no idea where I was going. I was just so furious I felt the need to get out. I pulled up the car by an empty roadside and killed the engine. I expelled a long sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

I hadn't been too hard on Niall, had I? But why had he let that guy in? He should know better, especially since I've warned him multiple times before. I'd told him I didn't want any strangers coming to the mansion.