lost • h.s

Chapter 3

His name was Niall and he became my best friend, my only friend, he protected me from bullies and backstabbing old friends. Everyone had left after Logan dumped me and joined his side and Niall was left to pick up the pieces.

And he did.

He picked them up and sewed them back together with love and a gentle hand, despite his badboy appearance. He didn't care what people thought of me. He didn't care when people criticized him for caring about me. He certainly didn't care when people made rude comments in the hall. All he cared about was loving me to his fullest, and me loving him to my fullest. We were inseparable, joined at the hip, two peas in a pod, two birds of a feather.

He would sleep over and we would just talk. Talk for hours and hours on end. It didn't even matter what we would talk about because just being in each other's company was enough for us. But some days he could be a little overprotective.

•Flashback•

"Baby?"

"Yeah Niall?"

"Who was that guy at the movie theater looking at you?"

I laughed, "What do you mean? I didn't see anybody "looking" at me."

He shrugged and frowned. He lifted his body off the bed, rustling the sheets, and stood by the wall with his hands dragging through his tinted hair. He began to pace back and forth and his breathing grew heavier. I could see the vein on his neck start to jump out and I was getting frightened; he was never like this.

I stood up cautiously and made my way over to him. Just as I was about to wrap my arms around his large torso, he turned around and pushed me back against the wall. His hands gripped my wrists and they started to burn as he applied more pressure. I cringed back against the wall, my body shaking. His gaze was locked on mine and he looked furious.

He spoke in a low but shaky tone, "Angel, tell me you love me."

"Niall, of course I love you." I sighed as my body relaxed.

"I'm the only one for you, ok?" He pointed out, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips. I stared at them for a few seconds longer then I should have and subconsciously leaned forward. He seemed to notice this and parted his lips, tilting his head a fraction to the side.

I mumbled, "Mhm.." and trailed off as he leaned closer and closer. Our foreheads touched and I gasped as his hands dropped my wrists and splayed against my waist. His head tilted more and he nipped at my neck. His fingers caressing my skin that had been exposed by my shirt. He groaned quietly and smashed his body against mine, moving his hips ever so slightly against mine, the friction sending my head back against the wall as I inhaled sharply. He kissed his way up my neck and rubbed against my jaw, setting his legs in between mine; he started to move backwards and my knees hit the bed. He lifted a knee up and gently laid us back, his lips inching across my face to my mouth. I could feel a hardness against my leg that made me giggle as his lips found my mouth. He grinned into the kiss and parting his lips he began to move them against mine. He wrapped his hands around my body and pushed me closer to him, lifting my back off the bed. He suddenly pressed a chaste kiss to my neck and looked up to my dilated eyes.

"Never forget you are mine, Verity," he whispered as he started to remove his grip from mine. He tilted us around and snuggled me into his chest. He began to breath heavily and I knew he was asleep. I was his and it felt amazing.

•End Flashback•

If only I had known that the same incident would happen a million times, and that he'd grow more and more jealous every time, and that he would be rougher and rougher every time, and that eventually I would have to leave before he hurt me, or that he would come after me, or that I would have to move constantly. I still loved him but was it worth the price of my life?