Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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What had I done?

Who was I right now?

I had to find my brother.

I shot out of the hospital-like bed, and I detangled myself from Niall's gentle hold. The concrete weight on my ankle still dragged me down towards the ground faster than I anticipated, but I did not think about it as I scampered across the cold tile floor to grab my strewn about bra and panties that Niall had taken off of me.

Oh my God, that didn't even sound right to say. What was I thinking, was I actually completely insane now? My brother is probably worried sick about where I was in his injured state, and I was off screwing around with Niall fucking Horan, the bane of my existence.

"Shit, shit, shit," I muttered in a hushed tone under my breath repeatedly, hobbling over to a table that I just found out held new, blood free clothes for me. Niall's bare chest raised in my peripheral vision, and I almost spun around and punched him straight in the face because for a moment I forgot he was still here. I also almost forgot for a moment that we had just done the dirty.

Fucking shit.

"Ty, what's wrong, baby?" Niall grumbled lowly, gruffly, just waking up from his quick slumber after our exercise of exertion. I stopped dead in my tracks, my blank tank top hanging in mid air. Quick breaths pushed past my lips, and for a moment I was convinced that if I didn't move that he couldn't see me.

Wait, baby?

Niall couldn't just call me that like nothing bad had happened between us, like what we did a little while ago would just erase it. I was still tremendously pissed at him, and I know now that I shouldn't have done what I did with him. The time was not right for us to do what we did, and he broke my will for punishing him until I forgave him. Niall now thinks that he can get away with doing me wrong, and that's all my fault.

But for now, despite that mess, I just decided to ignore his presence as I pulled the black tank top in my hands over my body. I then eyed the skinny jeans like they were the devil themselves, and then I glared at my cast covered calve. How was I supposed to fit these tiny things over the big ass block on my leg?

A hand was placed on the small of my back, and I jumped at the sizzling touch to turn around and face a sleepy Niall who had suddenly decided to pull himself out of the bed. Without my permission, my eyes dropped down to his boxer clad waist and thighs, and I gulped as my cheeks heated up. It was weird to think that thing under his boxers was- never mind, impure thoughts.

Niall smirked down at me as he showed me the scissors that he held in his hand, waving them mockingly in front of me. "Let me help," Niall smiled, and held the jeans on top of my legs. He cut a little slit over the cast to mark where he needed to cut, then he led me to sit back down on the bed. The dark material fell to the floor, and the sound of the fabric ripping apart drove me to the brink of insanity. It was quiet in here, too quiet.

"I need to find my brother," I stated shakily, yet firmly when he was finished cutting. His fair eyebrows raised in thought as he walked over to me with the cut jeans in tow, a weird look on his face. Niall didn't look at me as he pushed my weak feet through the holes of the jeans. It angered me because it seemed like my words were just passing through one ear and out the other, when I listened to him completely a few hours ago.

"Did you hear me?" I raised my voice, picking at my fingernails so I didn't reach out and choke him. I didn't know how to deal with situations like this, what did you say to someone after you slept with them?

Niall nodded his head slowly as he gently pulled my hand and held me up right in front of him. His long, slim fingers hooked on the belt loops of my jeans as he helped me pull them up my tiny, long legs.