Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 17

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Niall's POV

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I don't know what I was expecting when I went over to her dorm, obviously not a lot, because I wasn't let down when I left there. I told her we'd be friends and that was it.

It was weird, it felt like there was an even bigger tension after saying we'd be friends. So I just told her I had to get back to my dorm because I told the boys I'd be right back and I had things to do, yet here I am, laying on my bed, bouncing a soccer ball on the wall next to my bed, thinking about a girl I definitely didn't have feelings for her.

I did like her eyes though, they were the perfect blue and for some reason I felt like I could stare at them forever, they were so deep and they never changed color for some reason, and it made me hard to read what she was thinking. Her nose was cute as well, and her plump little lips. For some reason whenever she was talking, I felt the need to just kiss her, to feel those soft lips on my own. They always seemed so soft, and I was always tempted to make sure they were, it was kind of like an excuse for me to think about kissing her. Like, they look soft, so maybe I should put my lips on hers to clarify that they really are.

But I knew they were.

I remember when I first kissed her, but I don't remember whether they were soft or not, it was too aggressive and all I was focused on was the lust. And, yeah, I pleasured her, kinda... But she never returned the favor, and I remember I told people to tell her that I was looking for her and that she owed me something. I never really got anything back, I just realized that. Don't get me wrong, I wanted something in return, oh I definitely did. But I knew she would never do anything, she felt guilty even just getting pleasure done to her. She was one of those good girls, and that's what sucked the most.

She had small little freckles if you looked close enough under her eyes, and her nose, it was so cute.

I just said a nose was cute.

No, not just cute. But so cute.

I mentally slapped myself, "No Niall, you're not getting any sort of feelings for her." I said under my breath, I actually shook my head after I said it. My brother was right, there was something going on with me, and I feel like after I said that we'll be friends to her, this whole weird thing going on with me got worse.

She was pretty. No, she was more than pretty. She was something that a guy would call beautiful, and I'm not saying that she's not, but when you hear the word beautiful, it sounds like it's a bigger deal than pretty or hot. It sounds something that a boyfriend would say.

I wasn't a boyfriend.

But if I'm gonna be honest, I would feel proud to call myself her boyfriend. To back that up, anybody would feel proud to call themselves her boyfriend. She wasn't exactly popular, well, actually, I don't know. There were different types of popular I guess. She was the type that wouldn't go to every party, in fact, she rarely ever went to parties. But when she did, everybody seemed to know her, and if they didn't, they'd compliment her or something to start small talk so that they could know her. I knew guys checked her out, I saw it and I heard it for myself, I mean, when you live with a bunch of boys, frats in particular, you get used to hearing locker room talk. They talked about her, her butt in particular. I really only told Liam, Luke, and Cole about the one heated encounter her and I have had. Daisy told Harry about it, and Harry told Zayn and Louis. Zayn and Louis called me a pussy for not making her do anything to me. What they didn't understand is that you could do that to any other girl, you know, tell them to get on their knees, but if I did it to her she'd completely freak out. Maybe she was a feminist. I'm not saying I'm not a feminist, because I'm all for girls.