Frat Boy Niall

Chapter 22

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Bridgette's POV

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I was going into the kitchen to get a drink, and as I was of course some guy called for King's Cup. I wasn't into drinking games like that, not with a bunch of people. I'd play with my friends back home, just a few of them at our sleepovers. But this was so much different than our sleepovers. 

I couldn't keep the grin off of my face when I told Niall off, I know I shouldn't be grinning but I was. I'm upset, but I felt good telling him that. I felt good about myself I guess, but I just wanted a drink now. I get one and as I'm walking out of the room, my body is collided with another one. I silently cursed myself because I got my drink all over him.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," A drunk guy said to me and I flinched. 

"I'm so-" I said about to apologize, until another voice came in.

"Is there a problem here?" It says from behind him, and I peak over to see who it was. I roll my eyes when I see him. Niall, of course.

"Kinda, yeah. You're little girlfriend bumped into me," I didn't know who the guy was, but it was weird seeing as he was standing up to Niall. If it were any other guy, they'd cower in fear and say they're sorry. "And spilt her drink all over me."

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. I really am, I'll go get some napkins." I stammered about to turn around when suddenly I felt his hand push me around. Did he really just do that? I was shocked by it, and my eyes kind of widened. But Niall, oh Niall.

Niall punched him straight in the jaw, and to be honest my jaw fell to the ground. Of course, the drunk idiot managed to fight back but not long before other people broke it up. I grabbed Niall's hand and headed for the stairs as everyone was yelling at the guy.

"Which one is the bathroom?" I asked, he had blood on his lip and he pointed to the one basically right in front of us. Of course, I thought. I pulled him into the bathroom without even knocking.

"Just sit down," I demanded gently. He pulled the little pale stool over to the sink and I turned the water on, getting a napkin and put it a little but under the  cold water. He stared at me while I did it and I just shook my head. "It wasn't worth a fight."

"Ha," He fake laughed. "He freaked out for no reason. He was being totally irrational, what a fucking cunt."

"Niall!" I said as I dabbed the napkin on his cut that the guy gave him. I couldn't help but laugh a little at him. "He got you good, though. It's small, but there's a lot of blood."

He rolled his eyes. "I got him good, too," He looked up at me again. "Did you see him?"

"Mhm, Niall I did."

"Bridgette, I have to tell you something." He said seriously, I was hopeful for what was going to come next. I thought maybe he was going to say that he really did like me, since he just clocked someone for me.