Painted Black *punk niall horan

Chapter 34*

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Hint: Very mature sexual scene in this chapter, please don't read it if you are not comfortable with that kind of stuff ;) x

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I left my house
Left my clothes
Door wide open
Heaven knows
You're so worth it, you are

But I wish I could feel it all for you
I wish I could be it all for you
If I could erase the pain
Maybe you'd feel the same
I'd do it all for you
I would

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GENE'S POINT OF VIEW

I wake up sweating. Again. The man in my dream haunts me, but I can't remember who he is. He swims through my dreams, turning them dark and something about his smile is evil. Like he knew something I didn't. He was old, the roots of his hair already turning grey and he looked extremely familiar. It seemed to be at the tip of my tongue, but just out of reach as if he was teasing me. 

"Gene? Babe? Are you alright?" Niall shifted a bit next to me before I saw his blonde hair peek up out of the covers. 

"Yah. Go back to sleep." I say, snuggling deeper into the blankets. I felt Niall's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against his clothed chest. For some reason, Niall insisted on keeping his shirt on whenever he slept, saying he didn't want me to feel entitled to do anything with him.

It's been exactly 13 days since I had gotten out of the hospital and I was suppose to be able to walk tomorrow. I'd been looking forward to this day for what seemed like forever. We both had been. I was excited at the thought of moving my legs again. Niall was excited for my birthday, which just happened to land on the same day. 

I groaned at just the thought of it. I hated my birthday. Always had, always will. There was nothing amusing or happy about getting older. Sure, I loved the food, but I hated it when everyone sang that stupid song and stared at you and you just had to awkwardly pretend like you're enjoying yourself. 

Niall's snores filled the air once more and I gently moved his arm from my stomach. I climbed out of the bed and sat down in the wheelchair right next to the bedside. I had finally learned how to wheel myself around to the surprise of Niall who thought I was too weak. I rolled into the kitchen and opened the fridge, reaching for the orange juice. I poured myself a glass and began drinking immediately. My forehead was still hot, some of my hair sticking to it. Who was this man and what was his relation to me? It was bugging me, but when Niall asked why I kept having nightmares, I always lied for no reason. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like maybe I was just overreacting and the man was a figment of my imagination. 

I finished my glass and looked up to see Niall walk into the kitchen, already dressed. He rubbed at his eyes and I couldn't help but admire how sexy his hair looked. He leaned down and kissed me before opening the fridge once more. 

"Bad dream, again?" He asked, his throat hoarse and throaty. 

"Yah. It's probably nothing." I shrug it off.

"Maybe we should ask the doctor. Could be a side effect." Niall says, beginning to make coffee. We had finally established a normal routine every morning. I was forced to take online classes until I could actually physically attend class. Liam had gone back to New York, but Niall had refused when he had gotten a call. A bit of me was guilty for holding Niall back from this huge future he could have had, but he swore up and down he hated it. He was now writing his own song, using just his guitar, but he was extremely protective over it and I had never heard any part of the song.