Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 7

Niall's POV

I fucked her, I fucked her like I wanted to. I fucked her and she didn’t even refuse. She wants me and I know she does, I think I might want her a little more than I thought I did.

I woke up in my bed after that amazing night, but she wasn’t there. I started to smell bacon and I figured out where she was. I was glad she didn’t leave but I knew she wouldn’t of left. I didn’t throw on any boxers, just a pair of sweatpants and then I headed down stairs. She was flipping bacon. Her hair was up in a bun, she was wearing one of my shirts, and she had black lace panties on which I could see because her shirt had rose up a bit on her hip. I cleared my throat and she turned around. “Oh good morning sleepy head. I got hungry so I decided to make us breakfast.” “That’s sounds good actually.” She took the bacon off the pan and put it on a plate scraping some scrambled eggs onto it as well and handing it to me. I scratched the back of my neck flexing my muscles a bit before taking the plate from her. I took a seat at the island of the kitchen, pulling out a little stool. She came and sat next to me. I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been.. well I hate to admit it but I think I’ve been having feelings for her. I couldn’t stand to see her with any of those guys because each time I did I was wishing it was me. Every time I saw her at one of those parties and she was dancing on some ones cock, I would wish he were me and I was the one roaming my hands all over her body. “Do you want any milk or orange juice?” she asked shifting me away from my thoughts. “Shouldn’t I be tending to you I mean you are the guest?” “I guess, but if so I’ll take a glass of milk.” I got up and gave her a drink thinking that I could just give her my cum instead but keeping that thought to myself. “Thanks Ni.” “Sure.” I love when she calls me Ni it gets me so turned on for some reason. I just want to take the back of her head and shove my dick in her mouth but I keep that to myself as well. We finish our breakfast and sat our dishes in the sink. “So, what do you wanna do?” I asked her, giving her a little control. “Uh, I don’t know you pick.” “Movie?” “Yeah, sure.” “We won’t watch a scary movie though because you don’t get scared so what’s the sense.” She put in a movie as I sat on the couch, she came over to me and cuddled up next to me. It was as though she forgot that I was a total douche bag to her the past couple of days. I don’t know why but I didn’t think she’d cuddle into me and I didn’t think she’d make me breakfast but she did. I can’t keep asking myself these questions without knowing the answer. I press pause and we just sit there for about 5 seconds before she lifts her head and looks at me “Why are you being so nice to me when I’ve been such a dick to you?” She sighed “Because Ni, I know who you really are underneath. You’re not a dick and you’re not just some guy that wants to just have sex. I think you’re different.” Never mind I change my mind. I don’t want to have feelings for her. I’m not the lovey dovey type. I’m the frat boy who likes to party and have sex with random girls and not fall into something I won’t be able to get out of because I can’t handle that. “Don’t get your hopes up I’m not what you’re looking for.” “I never said you were. You’re just really good at sex.” And then she got up, ran upstairs, grabbed her pants and walked out of the door. Now I know what it feels like to be played. But the difference here is, I’m usually the one that leaves. This is different. She is different, and I think I like it.

Marie's POV

I hope he’s sitting on that damn couch with his mouth wide open. I fucking ditched him. He needs to realize that I’m not a piece of meat and he can’t just casually have sex with me and think that nothing is going to happen. He needs to realize that I don’t like him, at least I don’t think. He needs to remember that I used hate his fucking guts. He thinks that just because we’ve had sex a couple times, that’s gonna make everything between us okay, well he’s wrong. I’ve never had this much hatred towards someone before. He’s gonna pay for being such a dick all the time. I’m not done with my little game, I’m not even half way done. I’ve only done 2 other guys to get him jealous. I need to get him fuming mad, I need to get him to want me even more so he knows what it feels like to want someone who doesn’t want you back.

I don’t really get why I keep going on with this and just move on and realize that he probably won’t change anyway. Something inside me though keeps telling me to keep doing it though, like as if I might get something out of it. I don’t know what it’d be like to be with the nice Niall but I bet it wouldn’t be too bad. Sometimes I daydream about being with Niall and it’s kind of weird because I’m not sure exactly what I want. I say I don’t want him and then I do want him. Fuck no, I just want the sex. There’s a party next Saturday and damn straight I’ll be there, and so will Niall, and so will his sweet cock.