Painted Black *punk niall horan

Chapter 11

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Cause we belong together now
Forever united here somehow
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life would suck without you

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The second the words were out of Zayn's mouth, I shoved my chair backwards and grabbed my purse. I hurriedly walked out of the room and searched for Niall's blonde hair. I pushed open the door and a cold wind immediately enveloped me. I shuddered and saw a dark form sitting on the curb a couple feet away.

"Niall?" I asked hesitantly. His head whipped up at the sound of my voice and I could make out his blue eyes in the dark. He ignored me and looked away. I sighed before walking over and sitting next to him. 

"So....you and Zayn?" He asked, still looking away. 

"No." I said. I wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but I didn't want to make matters worse. Niall scoffed angrily.

"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw you throwing yourself at him." 

"I was not throwing myself at him. We were just talking." 

"Well why don't you go back and talk to him? Why are you here?" He finally turned to look at me and I flinched under his harsh gaze.

"Fine. Sorry I even came after you." I stood up and straightened my dress. Almost immediately, Niall jumped up and grabbed my hand.

"Wait." He demanded. "Don't go."

"You cheated on me." 

Niall blinked, surprised at the sudden topic change. 

"I....didn't know what I was doing." 

"You weren't even drunk." I scoffed, pulling my hand away. 

"I didn't cheat! Not really....." He defended himself. 

"I saw you." I stared at him. Did he really think I was that stupid?

"We didn't do anything. I came in there and she was already there." Niall ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh, and I suppose she was already naked when you got in there, as well?" I hissed. 

"Well......no, but it's not like we fucked or anything." 

I laughed, but it was high-pitched and fake.

"Can you honestly tell me that if Zayn hadn't come in, you wouldn't have had sex with her?" 

We both knew the answer.

"We weren't even fucking dating!" Niall protested. I stepped away from him. 

"So that's your excuse?" I continued to back away. I should never have come after him. Then I could have saved myself a night full of tears and misery, caused by him as usual. 

"No, well yah. Look, maybe we were, I don't know what the fuck we are. I was fucking confused, okay?" He snapped at me, and another cold breeze sent chills down my spine.

"You're cold." He suddenly realized. "Here." He shrugged off his jacket and handed it out to me. I quickly shook my head.

"You can't always just give me your jacket and hope that I forgive you." My teeth chattered together as I spoke. 

"Take the goddamn jacket, Gene." He growled. My hair blew around my face as I finally gave in and snatched it out of his hands, hurriedly pulling it on. Niall now stood in only his black skinny jeans and a white tshirt.