Unpredictable

Chapter 23

I woke up in my bed, with a shirtless Ashton by my side, his strong arms wrapped around me. Our legs were entangled under the bed sheets. I don't even remember how I got home. Maybe I fell asleep and Ashton drove us back? I got up slowly, not wanting to wake him. I headed to the bathroom, soon heading downstairs afterwards.

"You're going to start your tutoring today, darling." My mum appeared in front of me as I walked down the stairs. "But mum, it's Saturday..." I trailed off as she folded her arms and gave me a stern look. Sighing, I just nodded. "You can go anytime you want, but don't leave it too late. I glanced at my wrist watch. 8:00 am. "That's fine, I'll just leave at 10 or 10:30." I thought to myself, as I made breakfast.

"Ok mum, I'm leaving! See you later!" "Have a good time, sweetie!" I texted Ashton, telling him that I'd be going over to a friend's house to tutor. I walked up to Niall's front door steps, ringing the bell. The door opened, revealing a sleepy Niall. His hair was standing up, messed in all directions. He was only wearing some track suit bottoms, I diverted my eyes quickly, sighing. "Get dressed, I'll be in the living room." I walked past him, my eyes darting to the floor, avoiding any eye contact.

"Hey Princess, it's ok, you can look now." He winked, hugging me. "Let's begin," I smiled.

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"I think we're finished for today." Glancing at the clock, I packed up my stuff quickly. "Already, Princess?" "Why do you keep calling me that?" He stood up, his eyes locked onto mine. "Well, why not?" His thick, irish accent sent shivers down my spine, once again. "It doesn't matter Niall, just stop calling me that." I had no idea why I had just snapped at him. At times, he could be sweet and normal, but other times he'd just be... Mysterious? I turned away, his hand suddenly grasping my wrist. "What do you want?" I asked, my eyebrows were raised and my patience was wearing thin. "You." He whispered into my ear.

I spun around. My hand was quickly caught before I could slap him. He infuriated me so much... but why? The butterflies flew around my stomach once again. "You might not want to do that, Princess. I'll get you soon enough. Do you want to know why you're so angry at me?" He paused, laughing at me, before continuing. "It's because you know you're attracted to me, you know you want me, but you deny it. So, you take out this fury onto me." His hands wrapped around my waist, bringing me closer to him. "Bull shit." I whispered, through gritted teeth. I pushed his chest back, furiously heading towards the door. I turned around one last time, catching a glimpse of his signature smile. His lovely, lopsided grin. Shoulders raised, hands dug deep into his pockets.

Bastard. I slammed the door shut, walking back home.