Painted Black *punk niall horan

Chapter 26*

Pay careful attention whose point of view the story is being told from, it changes several times in this chapter :) x

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I surrender who I’ve been for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours
Well I would have known
What I’ve been living for all along

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My fingernails raked down his back and he moaned loudly. His lips sucked on my neck frantically as if we only had so much time. I pulled him closer to me, only then realizing we were both naked. His hair tickled my chin as he left a trail of kisses down my collarbone, between my breasts, and to my stomach. His hands reached up to massage my breasts as his head slowly descended downwards until I felt hot breath against my core. I gasped as he dived right in and I felt his tongue in between my inner layers, licking and sucking roughly. I grabbed the bed sheets and moaned loudly. His fingers pinched my nipples and fondled my breasts as he continued blowing hot air on me. I felt a slight pinch in my stomach before white liquid was running down my leg. He slid his body back up and began passionately kissing me. 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Gene." He says. I feel his length on the inside of my thigh. It is hard and warm. His tip brushed over my area and I look up at him. He finally looks at me.

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Niall.

"Wait!" I cry out as he slams into me. Hard. I begin to scream. 

I wake up immediately. The bed covers are on the ground and the bed sheets are wrinkled and crumpled up. My hair feels wet and my whole body is hot and sweaty. I lay there, quietly gasping. I look at the clock. 5:30. Allison is not in the room, but I don't wonder why. All I can think about is that dream. Was it a dream? Could I call it that? More like a nightmare. 

NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW

My fucking phone wouldn't stop vibrating and I finally got out of bed and grabbed it from the table. I glanced at the time. 5:30. This better be worth it.

Steven. 

He had texted me a copy of my supposed schedule. I scanned it with my eyes. 

What the fuck?

Vocal lessons?

Dance routines?

Tutoring?

What shit had I gotten myself into?

 I quickly dress into a new pair of black jeans and a black tshirt, swearing to myself I would go shopping later. I head out of the hotel, not bothering to stay for the shit they call breakfast. Instead I walk into the nearest cafe I see. I order a plain bagel with cream cheese and the cashier hands it to me right on the spot. After paying, I walk out of the store and walk along the street, eating my bagel. The streets are already filled with people and it pisses me off whenever I see a couple.

Do they really need to fucking hold hands in public? I feel like they are purposely trying to flaunt their happiness in my face and it fucking hurts. I just want Gene back. I finish my bagel and head back to the hotel. On the way, I spot wavy brown hair blowing in the wind in the middle of the crowd. 

"Gene?" I ask out loud. The girl keeps walking forward and for some reason I run for her. I push people out of the way until I am standing behind her.