Nightmare

Chapter 4.

Marcia rushed about the small dorm room, grabbing every item of clothing she could find. The school had agreed to let her and Niall out on summer vacation a week early, given the situation, and seeing as exams and everything was done, and the last week was mostly for receiving old assignments and packing up for those that were leaving.* Marcia was a bit frustrated that she would have to spend so much time alone with Niall, but kept telling herself that she was doing this for Rachel. She quickly glanced at her watched and bit her lip. Their plane left in two hours and she wasn’t even close to finishing packing.

There was a light knock on the door, and before Marcia could walk over to answer it, the door swung open and Niall stood there with a backpack and a guitar case (he played guitar???). He had a white t-shirt with a navy blue sweater over, grey sweatpants, burgundy high tops, sunglasses and a red snapback, and damn did he look good. He didn’t need to know that.

"Is that all you’re bringing? We don’t know for how long we’ll be there." Niall set the guitar case down and leaned on the doorframe.

"Darlin’, I’m a guy. I don’t need much. Clothes can be cleaned, and if anything I can just buy a suitcase and more clothes." Marcia shook her head and picked up a dress that was lying haphazardly on her easel. 

"Wow. Ok well I’m not quite ready yet so you’re going to either help me or wait a bit." Niall shrugged and walked over to her closet and looked in it.

"What do you want me to pack?" Marcia studied the dress she had picked up for a moment, then folded it and threw it into her suitcase.

"Um… find my flip flops. If we’re going to Miami I’m going to the beach wether you like it or not, and I’ll need flip flops." she said, hastily grabbing some thongs that were lying in plain sight and shoving them in a pocket of her suitcase. Niall rummaged through her closet, threw Marcia her flip flops, and turned back to the closet. There was a small silence, punctuated by the rustling of fabric and the soft scraping of cardboard on the floor as Niall poked around Marcia’s shoes.

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Niall was getting impatient. Marcia had been packing for a while now and they needed to be at the airport quite soon. Niall scanned the closet for something to look at, and spotted a shoe box that was tucked in a far corner, as if Marcia had hidden them on purpose. Niall grinned to himself and pulled the box out, holding it’s contents up.

"Oohh, I quite like these…" he teased. Marcia whipped around and her mouth dropped open in shock. In his hands were extremely tall and strappy Jimmy Choo stilettos, the kind you see those slightly slutty pop stars wear onstage. Marcia leapt over her suitcase and lunged towards the shoes, but Niall was too quick for her and was already on his feet, the shoes high above his head. Marcia tried to get them back, with no avail, then switched tactics, trying to get him against the wall. Niall, being stronger than her, ended up pushing her back to the wall, pressing himself down against her. Her sharp green eyes were staring into his blue ones, her perfect mouth slightly open as she tried to catch her breath. Niall let the shoes fall out of his hand beside him and leaned in close to her, his lips skimming hers as he spoke.

"You’ll have to wear those for me sometime, you know." He whispered. He felt her take a sharp breath, and laughed softly. Marcia put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but Niall stayed still, not moving a muscle.

"You’re not going anywhere." he growled, and gave her earlobe a little tug with his teeth, feeling a shiver run down her whole body. Then he leaned down and picked up the shoes, dangling them in front of her face.

"I’d continue this, but we have a plane to catch. We’re not done with these, though." Marcia pushed herself off the wall and walked past him, nose in the air. But she wasn’t fooling him. He was sure she had enjoyed it just as much as he did.