Not So Normal

Chapter 38

   "Excuse me?" I say, astonished.

   "I said strip," Niall growls, walking towards me. I nervously back into the closet, dropping my clothes.

   "Niall, you're drunk. Don't do this," I say cautiously.

   "I don't care. If you could do it for Harry why can't you do it for me?" That's a good point, actually...

   "Niall, how about I do this when you're sober so you can actually remember it?" I ask, hoping he'll say yes to that instead. Niall shakes his head.

   "Come on, Elissa," Niall slurs. Do I want to give in to drunk Niall? I probably shouldn't. Especially since he's more drunk than usual. I shake my head and as Niall comes closer, I back up farther into the closet. Crap. I'm trapped.

   "Niall, I will do this when you're sober, I promise. Let's just go to bed, okay?" Please say yes. Please say yes.

   "No." He quickly steps forward and forces his lips onto mine. His hands grip my shoulders, pushing me back a little. I bring my hand up to slap him, but he catches my wrist and twists my body around, holding my wrist behind my back. With his other hand he starts unzipping my skirt.

   "Niall, please stop," I beg. He doesn't. Soon I'm left in my bra and panties, and Niall drags me to his bed, pushing me down and getting on top of me. He forces his lips on mine and despite my attempts to escape his grip, he keeps a hold of me and doesn't stop kissing me roughly. After a couple minutes of this the alcohol finally catches up with Niall and he passes out. I push him to his side of the bed and go grab my sweats and tank top from the floor by the closet.

   I go into the bathroom and take a shower. I don't know why, but I just feel really dirty. I spend almost an hour standing under the steaming stream of water, thinking about what just happens. Niall isn't going to remember any of that in the morning. Do I want him to remember? I want him to feel guilty, but if he just doesn't know about it then maybe he won't do it again. But maybe he would. I never though he would do that at all, but I guess I was wrong. At least he wasn't sober. I would have broken up with him right then and there.

   When I get out of the shower, it's almost 2 in the morning. I put on my sweats and tank top and go out into the bedroom. Niall took off his shirt at some point and is still sleeping, spread out over almost the whole bed. I shake my head and grab my phone from my purse before going downstairs.

   I'm not tired at all. I try to fall asleep in the theater where I slept the other night, but my brain is too busy thinking at 100 miles an hour. Should I be mad at Niall? I don't think I'm necessarily mad, but I'm more... I don't know, disappointed, I guess. I'll just have to talk to him in the morning. If he doesn't remember it, I'll make sure I tell him what he should feel guilty about.

   Since I can't fall asleep, I turn on the TV and open Netflix. I decide to watch This Is Us, just because I haven't watched it for a while. After I watch the movie, I watch all the special features and extra stuff, and there's quite a few times that I pause it when it's on Niall and he just looks perfect. I know he's a guy in his 20s and that he'll never be absolutely perfect, but I wish he could be.

   After I watch everything on This Is Us, I watch random episodes of Vampire Diaries until like 9 o'clock. That's when I turn the TV off and go into the kitchen to make myself some tea. I fill up a big mug full of tea and go back into the theater. I sit cross-legged on my big chair and slowly sip my tea. I'm about halfway done with it when I hear Niall come down the stairs. I hear him open the cupboard in the kitchen that has all the medicine in it. He probably has a killer headache. Good.

   "Elissa?" I hear Niall call after a minute. I can just see him wincing at the volume of his own voice. I decide not to reply. He can come find me on his own. He doesn't come find me, so I figure he's probably eating breakfast. Niall and his food...