just another teenage love story

seven

It's Friday and niall and I haven't spoken since Tuesday. In math he looked at me. A quick look. But come lunch time he was niall. My bully. It was like when out eyes locked it was nothing. Like I was imagining it all. The sparks, and that moment when out eyes locked. It was surreal. I felt something but it wasn't there. Not to him. I rode my board home same as always. The word stayed in my thoughts. Same. Is that what it's always going to be like? The same. Is niall my change?

I push the thoughts away when I reach my front door. Uncle rick is home. I'm getting a beating. Just the same as everyday. There is is again. Same. And niall is my change. Is he? I walk straight upstairs trying to avoid uncle rick. Although I get beat every day for pointless reasons it's still painful. My attempt does nothing and I feel his large strong hand on my wrist. He pulls me off the two steps I climbed and pushed me against the wall. His hand next to my head holding him up. His breath was heavy and his eyes droopy. Alcohol filled the air every time he breathed out, stinging at my nostrils. He was so close. Centimeters. My mind went back to niall. He was in this exact position. Except his eyes didn't show the lust? in uncle ricks. LUST?!? Oh god no. As soon as niall came he was gone. But he was fighting uncle rick in my mind. Fighting for attention. As soon as he left he was back. The way his lips touched my so gently yet so roughly. Almost as if he wanted more but didn't want to go too fast.

The thought of his lips on mine almost made them feel like they were there. Like a ghost of niall was kissing me. I had the urge to touch my lips. To see if he was kissing me or not. To see if it was my imagination. But I couldn't. Uncle rick came back at the sudden counteract of his other hand trailing my body, jerking me from my thoughts. I want to scream as his hand made it's way to my bum. My lips parted ready to yell but nothing came out. Pathetic. Nialls voice rang through my head. A tear fell down my cheek as I froze. Froze out of fear. Uncle ricks hand slipped under my shirt. The skin on skin contact seemed to unfreeze me. I pushed him with all my might. I thrashed underneath of him. And it hit me. It finally sunk in. He wanted me. He was going to rape me.

This seemed to motivate me yet weaken me at the same time. Although tears violently poured down my face I fought. I punched I shoved. He throughout me over his shoulder walking up the stairs. I kicked him as hard as I could. I punched his back as hard as I could. He threw me onto a bed-my bed-as if I were a rag doll. It was like him being drunk was playing as a force field against my hits. He climbed on top of me pulling off my shirt. God how could it be so easy for him when all I'm doing is making it harder.

He stops.

At first I think he's changed his mind. I think he's going to leave me alone. But when I notice his stare those thoughts disappear. He's staring at all my bruises, all my cuts and scars. Some from him. Some from the pops and prosthetics some from me. His mind doesn't seem to register the fact some are from his own hands. He thinks I did them. All of them. His face shows disgust but his eyes still hold that horrible lust they had downstairs.

The doorbell rang.

He stopped. He was silent. A minute passed before knocks sounded through the house. Thank you thank you thank you. I repeated in my head to whoever rescued me. He gets up. He walks down the stairs. I know because I hear his footsteps. I hear voices. Then uncle rick yells my name. The sound is muffled though. There's a ringing above it. A ringing only in my ears. Is this what being in shock is like? I got to my feet slowly looking around the room. The seems fuzzy almost as if a thin sheet of white covers the world making it only fuzzy to my eyes. I stand putting on a shirt before going downstairs. Niall. I see niall at the door. Then I remember. Tutoring every Friday.

Not a word is said I just grab my bag that is still laying on the ground I front of the door where I had dropped it and walk to his car getting in. We drive to his house and go to his room. My mind goes back to Tuesday. The kiss. Our kiss. I want to do it again. I long for his lips against mine. I look at him. He's sitting there. Jus sitting there staring at the math work. Until he looks up too. He swallows and I can tell he's going to say something. "Sorry" I was shocked. Why was he apologizing? "What for?" My voice didn't stutter but it's low slightly louder than a whisper. "Last time I mentioned going to your house you didn't seem like you wanted it and then I show up" his eyes go back to the open math book then he continues. "But you didn't answer....your messages...I got no answer" he looks back to me like he's expecting me to speak. I just nod not able to find my voice.

Niall closes the text book and the notebooks, moving them away from us. I look at him confused as he walked closer to me with his hand. Once he's in arms reach one of those hands slips behind my back but he's still coming closer. I'm no longer sitting on his bed with him sitting across from me. No. Now I'm laying down and he's hovering above me. My mind is screaming me for to tell him 'please do it please do it niall kiss me just do it' but I stay silent. I look into his eyes. And he looks into mine. It's the same rush of emotions and feelings I got the first time our eyes locked. Only this time I'm not assuming I'm imagining it. Something in nialls eyes tells me he feels it too. Slowly, too slowly, he moves his face closer. Until our lips touch. This time I don't hesitate. As soon as he does this I kiss back. Our lips moving with each other. I didn't want it to stop.

Nialls lips left mine but he stayed. He looked into my eyes almost asking for permission. And as if me looking back at him was answering yes, we continued. I felt his tongue run along my bottom lip and I part them. It's different than our previous kiss. But an amazing different. Sparks turn to fireworks, butterflies turn to birds. I want to be certain he feels it too. I saw it in his eyes but I want to hear him say it. The sound of Greg's footsteps coming closer to the door make us spring apart. We both act as if I'm packing my things to leave and the door swings open. "Oh ok sorry it got a but quiet just thought I'd check on ya" his accent Irish like nialls but not the same. I awkwardly smile and he walks away. Back to wherever he was before.

(A/N it's kinda boring I know sorry. Love you my koalas 🐨)