Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Seventeen

AN: No for real, I'm in a reaaallly good mood! So double update tonight! Yay! 

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I was standing in a dark alley, the cheers of an unruly crowd roared in my ears. 

I walked over to the crowd that had formed a perfect circle and tried to see what it was they were watching. 

"Hey, princess. You lost?" Some guy whom I've never seen before stopped me from pushing the rest of the way through the crowd. 

I ignored him, pushing myself past him and the rest of the people. 

I finally reached what they were watching, two bodies fought it out as if their lives depended on it. One body was tan with dark hair and a pretty clean body in the sense of tattoos. The other was a pale white topped with a head of bleached blond hair. The blond's body was covered in tattoos on his arms and parts of his torso and back. 

I was confused for a second before realization hit me.

I was watching Niall fight. 

"Oh my god. Stop!" I shouted but it was as if no one heard me. 

The two battling it out continue and didn't stop. 

People started chanting about bets and money and 'whopping ass'. 

The tan man got Niall on his back and landed a punch on Niall's jaw. The impact creating a nasty sound to echo off the wall. 

Everything stopped as soon as the opponent stood off of Niall's lifeless body. My ears began to ring and I didn't know what to do. 

I panicked and ran to his side, trying to shake him awake but it didn't work. 

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My eyes shot open and I was in my room. The white boring walls bounced the morning sun off them and I took a deep breath.

Shit, it was just another dream. 

This is ridiculous, I can't keep this in any longer. It's been a week since Amelia told me about how Niall lives his life. 

A street fighter. I cringed at the words. 

I promised her I wouldn't bring it up but sometimes some promises are meant to be broken. 

I've been ignoring Niall for the past week, making it easier on myself. But now it's Saturday and I've had enough hiding this. 

I stretched and checked my phone for the time; 10 AM.

I stood out of bed and tugged jeans that I've worn around the dorm the day before on. I slipped into a jacket and zipped it up, almost ready to embark on my small journey. 

I tiptoed to the bathroom, scared any movement would wake Amelia up and then I'd get questioned and have to lie. 

I brushed my teeth and threw my hair up in a bun. 

"You can do this." I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror before leaving the bathroom and grabbing my phone. 

"Out for food." I wrote on a sticky note and left it on the wall by the bathroom. 

It was easier to lie on paper than in person. 

I left the dorm and headed for the boys dorm building. 

I walked there in record time, knocking on the twins' dorm door.

James opened the door with a softly smile.