Taken By You (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 31: Brent?

Chapter 31,

"Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk," Sam hoarsely whispered in between kisses. I focused on the feeling that grows inside of me instead of talking.

"I want to kiss you, over and over again," Sam continued and I blushed different shades of red.

I parted our kiss to check the time, it was 10:30 PM, which means that my shift was over and I could go home. I guided Sam out, flicked the lights off, and locked up the front doors with the keys Bridget left for me in the cashier desk.

Sam pulled on my hand and bit down on his lip seductively.

"Where are we going?" I asked and he smirked.

He led me home and bent down to my ear.

"Meet me at my house in twenty minutes," he nibbled at my earlobe before rushing out the door and I got the humbling feeling of love spurt in my stomach.

I applied lipgloss and perfume after brushing my teeth thoroughly and popping in a mint afterwards. I did not even bother telling Xavier where I was going, because I'd be right back.

I'm not sure what Sam has in mind, but I know it'll be romantic.

I waltzed right in his house, and no one was home so I stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom and lightly knocked on his door. His door creaked open and he leaned his stretched torso along the edge and rubbed at the back of his neck. It startled me when he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, slamming the door shut behind him. I saw lit candles and scattered rose pedals along the floor and heard soft music playing a song I could not make out, the whole getup was perfect. It was something Niall would never have done for me, only Sam.

He twirled a bloomed rose in his fingers and slowly traversed the room towards me. I backed up, and my head hit the door.

"Ouch," I groaned and Sam remained serious, not bothering to laugh over my awkwardness.

"You are perfect," he smiled and placed his hands on either side of my head. I feared to look upon his eyes, they would just make me fall in love, which is a painful and emotional experience. I gripped the rose in my fingers and Sam brushed my stray hairs away from my forehead and tucked them behind my left ear. He bit down on his bottom lip as stared at my glossed lips before connecting the kiss. It started slow, but sped up to something intense and heart-racing. Afraid to break the kiss, he slowly removed his shirt and my hands roamed his upper back. His hands tugged at the hem of my shirt, asking for permission while I nodded. As a distraction, his tongue slipped into my mouth while he removed my shirt, exposing my bra. He stopped the kiss and admired my lack of clothing and smiled.

"I have not felt this way about anyone before," he admitted and I giggled before pressing my lips to his neck and trailing kisses down his stomach.

I stood back up and Sam towed me to the bed and fell on top of me, careful not to pressure me with his full body weight.

"Do you have trust in me?" Sam wondered.

"I trust you."

And that was true, I whole-heartedly trust Sam.

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I admired his luscious lips as drool spilled out the sides as he slept. I hate waking up before him, but I also adore it at the same time.

At the end of the night, I agreed to being his girlfriend and I may have fallen in love all over again.

"You were so good," Sam moaned and I patted my hand to my chest in fright at his sudden words, signaling that he was no longer asleep.

"How long have you been awake?" I swatted at his arm and he chuckled.

"All night long," he smiled into his plain white pillow.

"I never do that," I began, thinking about last night.

"I know, that's why it was special to me."

The fact that he cares about my feelings, was also something Niall never did. Sam cares about me, as much as I care about him. I have told him everything and all of my walls have been knocked down. I'm not shy around him, I'm just me.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sam addressed to me and I nodded, unwrapping myself from the sheets and beginning to get dressed.

I was fully-clothed as I tore the room upside down looking for my right shoe, I reached my hand under the bed and pulled out two shirts and six different socks before my hand felt a shoe box. I pulled it out from under the bed and removed the lid. Developed pictures filled the box and I could not stop my curiosity from scanning through the first one on top. It was a picture of a man and a woman sitting down drinking coffee in Sam's kitchen. These pictures look only a few years old, not any older. The second picture was of Brittany wearing a loose cut top and leggings, holding up a glass of beer. I stuck my tongue out in disgust before moving on to the next one of Niall with his tongue shoved down some girl's throat. The fourth picture was the one that shocked me the most, it was of Sam... Little over a year or so ago, with a piercing over each of his eyebrows, a ring on his nose, a silver hoop on his lower lip, and a whole lot of black eyeliner. His hair was black and his jeans looked like they were scratched at by a thousand hungry tigers. I searched the back for a date, but all it read was Brent not enjoying himself. I guess that isn't Sam, but it sure looks like him. The fifth picture was of Brent again, with a smoke dangling between his teeth as Misty eagerly straddled his lap. Misty looked way younger, but not by much. Her outfit choice was more or less the same. The back of the picture said Brent having a go. I admired the seventh, eight, and ninth picture of a guy that resembled Sam identically. The pictures got more recent and my heart pounded in my chest as I came across a picture of Brent and Niall hugging. This time, it became clear to me that Sam is Brent.

None of this is making sense, Sam isn't his real name? There has to be some mistake, but the only mistake that was present was my own. I filed through all the pictures and the more I saw, the worse I felt. Brent was pouring a beer on Ronnie's head, Brent was yanking a top off of an unknown girl, Brent was partying and being rebellious. None of the pictures were getting any better. I saw Sam in a different light in these pictures, some of the pictures were very sexual and I could not even look at them.

"What are you doing?" Sam's voice quickened and I never even heard the shower turn off.

"Brent? BRENT!" I held up a handful of pictures and Sam tightened his towel looped around his waist.

"I can explain all of those-"

"Sam isn't even your real name!" I snapped and he rummaged his fingers through his hair.

"You can trust me-"

"HOW CAN I TRUST YOU WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but it did.

"I was going through a hard time, alright?" Sam- I mean Brent trembled as tears escaped my eyes.

"I trusted you!" I screamed and threw the pictures at him before rushing out the door, with or without my shoe!

"Kelsey, stop!" He hollered as he raced after me in nothing but a towel.

"You were a replica of Niall, YOU STILL ARE!" I barked and Sam shut up.

"I never open up easily to anyone, and last night was a big deal to me, but it clearly meant nothing to you," I cried and Sam stood there, allowing me to speak.

"I have not felt this way about anyone before," I mimicked his words from last night and his lips quivered at my harsh tone.

"How could you?" I sobbed before backing away into my house, and closing the door behind me.

"Kelsey! Please..." I feel no sympathy towards him. I guess I was right, I'll continue to fall into these same patterns until I get out of this town.

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