Mistreated

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Guess the song for a dedication: "We're up all night to get some. We're up all night for good fun. We're up all night to ___ _____."

Avalon's POV:

"Niall you're drunk."

"No I'm not! You're being silly." He giggled and started poking my sides. I let out a laugh on accident and he chuckled. As he got near me, I could smell alcohol in his breath.

"Well I guess I can't leave you out here," I muttered. "C'mon lets go inside." I told him, like mother told her child.

"But I don't wanna." He whined, childishly.

"Niall." I shot him a glare.

"Okay Avaaa-lon!" He said elongating my name and then laughing. I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips. I widened the door and unexpectedly, I felt his lips on my cheek, giving me a sweet kiss. I smiled even wider. I know today we weren't going to be able to have our talk but I wasn't feeling nervous anymore. I had made up my mind.

"Okay we have to be quiet. My foster parents can't know you're here."

"Why?" He said loudly.

"Niall! Shh!" I told him, putting my finger on my lips. He did the same and wobbled around childishly. I never imagined that Niall would act like a child when he was drunk.

We approached the stairs and I heard my name being called by my foster dad.

"I'm coming!" I called to him and ushered Niall to climb the stairs faster behind me. He was being slow so I grabbed his hand. I turned around to see him smiling and then I dragged him up the stairs and into my room.

"Now stay here while I go talk to my foster dad." I told Niall.

"Okay." He simply said and laid out onto my bed.

I hopped down the stairs and walked to the living room where my foster dad was watching tv.

"Who was at the door?" He asked, while munching on a doughnut.

"No one. I think someone was playing a prank." I quickly said. That was the best excuse I could think of.

"Oh okay." He nodded.

"Hey I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight." I told him. This way, they wouldn't come up to my room.

"Okay I'll tell Molly." He said, nodding.

"Thanks, goodnight."

I have to admit, they were good foster parents. They weren't my real parents, but they still cared for me and that's all I've ever wanted. I had a hard time opening up to them, and I was still in the process, but they understood why.

I ran up the stairs and slowly opened the door to my room. I locked it behind me.

Niall still lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. I saw he had sobered down a bit.

"Why are you drunk?" I asked him as I walked over to my bed and started gathering all of my textbooks and shoving them into my bag which was on the ground.

"You have a nice ass." He answered. I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and I straightened up from where I was bent over, putting my books up.

I was pretty sure I was red as a tomato right now. Niall saw my face and laughed.

"Why are you drunk?" I asked him again and sat at the foot of my bed. He rolled over to his side so he could look at me. His head was propped up by his hand.

"Because you'll never love me again." He answered clearly. Well he was honest when he was drunk.

"That's n-not true." I whispered.

"Let's face it, I'm a screw up." He sighed.

"No.." I trailed off. "Niall you won't remember any of this in the morning, so can we talk about it later."

"Sure." He answered. His eyes stared directly into mine, making me uncomfortable.

"So what's on your mind?" I asked causally.

"I just want to fuck you right now." He answered honestly. I felt a blush creep up on my face again.

"You're very nasty when you're drunk..." I whispered. This Niall was different... But I liked him either way.

"Hormones." He shrugged. "I like your ceiling." He stated casually, like nothing was wrong with the statement. I busted out laughing and he cracked a grin.

"I'll go get ready for bed." I pointed towards the bathroom, when my laughing had subdued.

"No don't go, I love you." He said softly, his eyes pleading. My heart beat extensively in my chest.

"I'll be right back." I smiled.

"Noo please." He whined. Maybe this was what he was scared of?

"Fine, I'll stay for 5 minutes." I told him.

"Thank you." He smiled, satisfied. He rolled over to where I was and put his head in my lap. He looked at me and I stroked his hair. His hair was literally the softest type of hair I'd ever felt. His eyes never left my face while I played with his cotton candy type hair.

He suddenly rolled away and sat up. He got closer to me and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. This feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I had missed dearly, was back. He tasted like alcohol, but I didn't mind. He was only human and he made mistakes, I knew that. I also knew that he had done a terrible thing in the past, but I could forget that. He pushed me back gently, so I was laying on the bed. Without hesitation or thinking, I straddled him. He gripped my back tighter. I let out a moan as he gently bit my lower lip.
So that was his revenge. We slowly parted, breathing heavily. He pouted at me as I got off the bed. I liked playing with him. I grabbed my night clothes from my dresser and went into the bathroom.

I quickly changed and by the time I was out, Niall lay there fast asleep. I went beside him and observed him. His mouth was gently parted as snores escaped. He was so good looking. I traced his face with my finger, moving from his forehead to his chin.

I whispered, "Good night." to him, kissed his cheek and moved to the other side of bed. I made sure to move him so he wouldn't fall off the bed.

I laid in bed and pulled the covers up on both of us. My feelings seriously could not be erased for this boy. I'd tried to forget about him, but somehow something small and simple would remind me about him every time.

I sighed as I tried to sleep. I had too many thoughts in my head. I looked at my alarm clock. It had been 45 minutes and I couldn't sleep.

I suddenly heard Niall muttering something. I looked over at him.

"No.. I love you." He muttered.

"I'm scared, don't leave."

I gaped at him.

"You're all I need."

At this point, I shook him so he would wake up.

His eyes opened and somehow brightened up the room, even though it was pitch dark.

"Avalon?" He asked, while massaging his head. Sleep made him sober.

"Yeah you were drunk and came to my house and then passed out." I briefly explained.

"Oh. Why'd you wake me up?"

"You were muttering things.." I whispered.

"Like what?" He asked.

"Um.." I trailed off.

"You don't have to tell me, I know. I've been having those nightmares for the past few days," he started. I blinked a few times, confusedly. "I just wanted to hear you say it." He finished.

"Can you tell me what your nightmares were about?" I asked, now on my side, looking at him.

"They were all about losing you."

Note: well I thought this was a cute chapter! And I think y'all will like the next chapter too :) sadly this story's coming to an end soon... All story's do. *sigh*

Well keep your chins up and self esteem's higher, because you are beautiful and ily- stargurl<3