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Fourteen

I dialled Niall's number. He picked up after two rings.

"Hello?" he said in a scratchy voice.

"Fuck you!" I shouted into the phone. He groaned. "Nice to see you too." He muttered.

"I can't believe you told your friends what we did! Do you have any common sense, Niall? Did you ever think that I didn't want people knowing that I let you grope me on my fucking bed?" I spat at him, the mixture of anger, hurt, and embarrassment making my hands shake and tears pool in my eyes.

"What? Why does that matter?" he asked. Has he gone completely mental?

"Why does it matter? Why does it matter? You told your friends about something that only we should know about, do you have any respect for others you fucking dick?" I seethed. I heard the door open, I turned around to find Niall standing in the door way.

"No, you get the fuck out!" I shouted. He walked over, his eyes glazed over.

"Don't do this, babe." he said. I glared at him. "Don't call me babe."

He grabbed my arms, leaning close. "Delaney, don't be mad at me." He sighed. He smelled strongly of cologne. Why does he always put so much on?

"Niall, get off me." I snapped, pushing him away. He grunted, pulling me to his chest. He slid his hands down my sides, cupping my bum, trying to pick me up. I pushed away from him, but his grip tightened, squeezing my thighs roughly. "Jump up." he ordered. I squirmed out of his grip. He looked at me, anger masking his features. He roughly grabbed my left arm, making hiss in slight pain. I clenched my teeth, bringing my right hand upward, slapping his cheek.

A loud clap erupted through the room. It grew deathly silent, the tension thick in the air. He stood still, his iron grip still on my forearm.

"Let.Me.Go." I spat at him. He have me a cold stare, yanking me to him, grabbing both my wrists. "Don't ever, slap me again, Delaney."

"Then don't grab me." I bit back. He walked forward, pushing my back against the wall with a loud thud. He pressed his hips against mine, rolling them. "You're feisty tonight, huh?" he murmured into my ear, his hot breathe making the hair on my neck stand. He pinned my arms to the wall with his elbows, then stuck his hands in my hair, gripping it. He continued to grind against me, slowly making my anger at him fade into a confusing, pleasurable rage.

"You don't like it when I grab you?" He asked. I screwed my eyes shut, my confused thoughts jumbled. I can't think straight with him in the room, let alone with him rubbing himself against me.

"Do you not like it when I grab you... here?" he asked, gripping my bum. I bit the inside of my cheek, I can't give him the satisfaction of hearing me make any noise.

"Or here?" he asked again, squeezing my breasts. I gasped, furiously biting my lip.

"What about here?" He whispered in my ear, his hand cupping me in between my legs. I clenched my thighs together, curling up slightly. I don't care if he can get any girl he wants, I won't be one of them.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I ignored him, squeezing out from the wall and him. My heart was racing and my head ached from the multiple emotions flying around, and my main priority was to get away from him, create space. I felt like I was being caught between a rock and a hard place.

No pun intended.

"Delaney, what's wrong?" He asked again. I shook my head, walking to my bed, sitting down cross legged. I grabbed my elbows, letting the tears make a pattern of dark circles on my duvet.

"Delaney?" he whispered beside me. I hugged myself tighter, turning away from him. He set his hand on my arm. "Are you alright?"

I sniffed. "No, Niall. I'm not alright. I have been publicly humiliated and hurt way to many times to handle. I have known you for maybe a week and you've somehow managed to be the source of it all. I don't understand why you have to use me. I'm not some little toy that you can just drop on the ground when you're done. I am a human being who has actual feelings, and since it's pretty obvious, I'm inexperienced. Yet, somehow, you've managed to make me feel like whore. I've never even had a steady boyfriend." I cried. My body was heaving with heavy sobs, and I couldn't control any of it.

Niall sat quietly, letting it all sink in. "I'm so sorry..."

"Well, that's not changing anything." I sniffed. He sighed deeply, rubbing his head. "Delaney, I'm- I'm so sorry. I can't believe what I'm doing to you, I don't understand why I'm doing this at all. It's like I'm not even me anymore."

"I think you should go." I said quietly. He groaned in desperation, holding his head before looking up at me with pleading eyes. "Delaney, please don't make me leave..."

"Niall, just go... I need time away. We need time away." I said. He stayed silent, slowly standing up.

He walked to the door, his hand on the doorknob, gripping it tightly in his hand.

He then walked over and crouched in front of me, setting a hand on my cheek. He leaned over and kissed my lips softly, then, as quick as he came, walked out.

I fell face down on my pillow, a broken sob echoing softly through the small room. I cried until my eyes burned every time I blinked, and my throat hurt to swallow.

I leaned up, wiping my runny nose.

"I need to call someone." I whispered. I picked my phone up, dialling the number of the only family member that seems to understand me.

"Hello?"

"Aunt Belle?" I whimpered.

"Delaney, what's wrong, sweetie?" She asked.

I sighed, my breathe shaky. "Auntie, I want to talk to you, I need advise."

I told her everything, from the party, to being partners, to what him and Cami did up to now. By the end I was crying again and my hands were so shaky I had to put it on speaker phone and set it down.

"Aunt Belle, I don't know what to do." I cried. She gently hushed me through the phone.

"You said he had a girlfriend before?"

"Yeah, she passed away in a car accident."

"He's probably still grieving over it. He'll go around with other women to hide that he still misses her, and that he's still hurt." She explained.

"But what do I do?"

"I'd let it all play out. Give you two some space."

"But, we're not even dating. I don't know what is happening, it's like he thinks he can control what I do, while he can go around making out with girls and whatnot."

She sighed. "He sounds like a problem."

"Tell me about it."

"Delaney, I really don't know what to do. You are the only one who can solve this problem, you and him, actually."

I sighed. "But I don't know if I can."

"I know you'll figure something out." She said sweetly, I can almost see her smiling at me. I wiped my eyes. "Ok Aunt Belle, thank you for talking to me."

"Anytime, dear. Call me sometime, when you're not having so much boy trouble." She teased. I rolled my eyes. "Will do, love you."

"Love you too, dear."

We hung up on each other. I laid my head down, sighing. The past week have been to stressful for me, I need a vacation.

It's only been one week.

Fuck

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hey guys, here is an update. Sorry it's so shitty, I just wanted to update fast for you guys.

love you lots

-Stephanie xx