Those Nights

Chapter 5

Nialls POV

I hope she picks up her phone. God I can't wait for her. I want to feel her, touch her, hear her scream my name. I wanna pin her down, so she cant move, make her beg, make her say-

"Niall?" Oh she picked up. "Uh yeah Mariah?"

"Yeah Niall?"

"What cha up to?"

"Just got in the house. The scavenger hunt was absolutely amazing, but really? 3 hours going around the whole fucking city?" I can sense the humour in her voice. "And, my feet hurt." I can make something else hurt.

"Well, what are you bout to do now?" I asked hoping I had time. "Apparently getting ready for-" I heard some shuffling on the phone, "A party?" She questioned. She must've found the dress. It was red and lacey, I would know. I went with Harry and Monica to pick it out. I absolutely LOVED red with lace, especially on Mariah.

"Aww. He shouldn't have. Harry could be so sweet."

"So I'm guessing you found the dress?"

"YES! and I absolutely love it."

I smiled, I've always liked her attitude so happy and filled with joy. "So was there something you needed Niall?" She asked, the way she said my name, made me get harder than what I already was, and I'm wearing skinny jeans, so I'm in a pretty bad situation.

"Helloooo?" "Oh yeah sorry. I was just coming over to check up on yah" "Yeah, sure. Come on over. Harry's not picking me up till later." "Alright, I'm on my way." I hung up, cause hell I needed to get there, quick.

Mariahs POV

This dress Harry got me looks AMAZING on me. More than likely he'll be ripping it off me later, might as well enjoy is as it lasts.

*knock knock knock*

That must be Niall. I was just fooling around, when I really need to get ready. I go downstairs, and open the door.

"Hi Niall, come on i-" Niall pressed his lips against mine , making gasp, giving him a chance to thrust his tounge in my mouth. What the hell?! Dont give in, dont give in, don-

"I want you now." He whispered in my ear. He knew dirty talk was my weakness, why would he do that to me.

"Niall," I half breathed, half moaned, "Niall, I- I can't." I push him off me forcefully. He look hurt, and anger.

"Mariah, that didn't stop you a couple months ago now did it?"

"I was drunk, I wasn't in my right mind, and neither were you." I said breathless. Why would he do that? We both agreed never again. Whether we were drunk or not.

"Come onnnnn, you know you want me," He said getting closer to me. He smelled like smoked and cologne. Very bad mix of smells, but on Niall, I dont know, I liked it.

"No I don't. Niall." True, there would be times when I found myself thinking bout Niall and me. Together. Naked. Moans and Groans. The more I thought about, the more I felt bad. Going behind my best friends back, and doing this to her.

"What's holding you back? Huhn?" He asked. "Well the fact that the gulit is eating me up. Ever since that night I felt horrible, and I know you have too." I whispered.

"What makes you think I feel guilty?" He asked. Is he serious right now? "Niall. Monica told me what you've been doing to her."

His face expression went blank. "What she tell you?"

"You've been abusing her. Hitting her, giving her disgusted looks. The only reason I believe you would ever do such a thing is from guilt."

Niall's POV

She was suppose to fall for it. Damn it. I needed release, all this bullshit she was talking was true, and its so crazy, because she's right.

"I do feel guilty, " pausing for her reaction, which seemed mutual, " and I've had no other way to cope with it. I'd get so angry with myself I'd take it out on Monica, when in reality its my fault."

"No. Its our fault. We did this. We laid down and did the dirty work now were paying for it."

"You're right." "As usual."

I looked at her, she was looking at me. Her dark brown eyes filled with sympathy and sadness. I can't believe it but I think we should tell Monica and Harry the truth.

"Do what?" She looked at me as if i was stupid. "What did I say?"

She stood away from me, "You said we should tell them the truth."

Oops. "We should though. This has gone on to long, I can't keep hurting Monica."

She was skeptical. It was written over her face. Why wouldn't she want to tell, what could possibly hold her back??

She was staring at something in the living room, she walked towards the bookshelf. Oh no.

From the third shelf, she removed the small Tiffany&C.O. box wrapped in a blue ribbon.