Frat Boy Niall

FRAT BOY NIALL XIII

-I can’t believe you hit him, you jerk!-you cupped your face in your hands and propped them up on your elbows, rubbing your eyes with the bottom of your palms.

Tyler laughed loudly, happy with himself about what he had done to Niall. He was always saying how he’d love to beat him up, but you never took it seriously. You knew he could beat the shit out of him if he wanted to, but Niall never did anything that bad to deserve it. He just took it a bit too far at the party, in Tyler’s opinion so he hit him once, but the punch was so strong it made Niall pass out, which wasn’t pleasant to watch, not for you anyway. Tyler got kicked out of the party, and you followed him out, knowing he did it for you. However, you felt bad about not checking up on Niall after that, you didn’t know what happened to him.

-That fall was the funniest shit I’ve ever seen, I wish I had it on tape, I’d rape the replay button, girl!-he chuckled.-He just feel flat on his ass and passed the fuck out. I wish it stayed that way until he gets some sense into his head. And don’t give me shit about it, your white ass didn’t know what to do. You just stood there and were like “oh, he fucked someone else two minutes ago, but maybe I could listen to what he has to say“. No, just no. Don’t listen to what he has to say, because it’s all bullshit, we both know it.

You sighed loudly, getting upset about him missing your point. It wasn’t about the fact that Niall fucked someone else. It was about the fact that he didn’t do anything to you, you agreed with him on the sex thing and he didn’t deserve to get punched like that. The thing that made you feel sorry about him was his mom who was obviously a person with a bunch of problems surrounding her. No one could stay perfectly normal around a woman like that, and you understood that. His little brother seemed so happy to see Niall, and Niall was acting so sweet and protective towards him, and he let you see the good side of him, even if it was just for a minute. He wasn’t that bad, he was just forced to be bad because of his circumstances and you felt like he could be that person around other people, too, but only if he tried. His problem was that he didn’t want to try, not at all. 

-Come on, he didn’t say anything that bad, he’s just like that.-you shrugged.-Once you get used to him, he can be nice, I guess. 

-Bitch, pause.-he shoved his palm in your face to get you to stop talking.-Did you just call him nice? Nice? A guy who fucked you over, a guy who told you he’s only interested in your cunt, a guy who explicitly told you he’d never care for anyone, a guy who fucked a girl while you were in the other room and then came back wanting to fuck you?! Really? You’ve lost your goddamned mind. 

-Oh, come on, that sounds awful, but it wasn’t like I didn’t know any of it.-you caught yourself defending him.-I knew exactly who he was after the first time we did, but I was still attracted to him after it and I wanted to do it with him. But now I just can’t because I know he wouldn’t get attached and I would, that’s why I’m stopping this, not because he fucked someone else. 

-You’re stupid then.-he crossed his hand over his chest and rolled his eyes.-You can’t let yourself do this! Find someone else to fuck from now on, alright? I’m not taking care of your shit anymore. I can’t do this! 

-I’m not asking you to do anything, alright, and I’m not giving you shit about it.-you sighed.-I just didn’t want you to hit him, I was handling it. 

-What kind of fuckery is that? He fucked her, we both know it.-he pulled you towards him and stared into your eyes.-Do you really want to be that kind of girl who’d fuck him under any price? Is he really that good? Is it worth it? 

-No.-you swallowed the lump in your throat.-He’s not. He’s just really good at it, and the last time was better than it usually is, he was different. He was kissing my forehead and leaning his head on mine and doing all the weird shit, he wasn’t himself. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t even want to know that feelings can even exist and he told me it’s not true he doesn’t give a shit about me. For him, it’s a big statement, or at least I think it is. I’m pretty sure he never said that to anyone before me.