From Hate To Lust

Chapter Seven

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I spent the rest of that afternoon in my dorm, wondering what Niall was up to. I really didn’t know what to think about him. Why was he being nice to me most of the time? And why couldn’t I resist him? What was that thing about him that made me give in? Was it just because he was hot? Or was there more to it? Where did his sudden change of mood come from earlier today? He had always been nice before. Okay, he hadn’t been that rude but still not like before. And why did I even care? Wait what? Care? Fuck. I cared. What on earth had I gotten myself into? When did I start to care about what Niall was thinking or doing? And the most important question was: why did he want me in the first place? Or what did he want? Niall could have any girl he wanted; he never fucked a girl twice. Except for me. So what was he up to? This was confusing me and I couldn’t help but think about it all day.
I had gotten a text from Niall at four – don’t ask me when he had gotten my number or where from. Because I couldn’t remember telling him. He must’ve asked someone.
Anyways, he had texted me to dress nicely tonight. What did that mean for him? I didn’t know Niall so I didn’t know what he considered as nice. But in the end I didn’t have to give a shit since I couldn’t stand him right? Why was I even going?
I let out a heavy sigh and realized I didn’t know. No. I had no idea why I was actually thinking about what to wear and where he was going to take me.

It was five minutes to seven and I stood in front of the mirror, checking my outfit once more. I wore a dark blue dress that was fitting me tight until my waist where it became loose and reached until the middle of my thighs. I loved this for a warm night like today. It looked good, emphasizing the shape of my torso, pushing my boobs out a bit. Just enough to make guys look, but not too slutty. It was really simple and I hoped it would fulfill Niall’s view of nice. Ugh, what? I hoped Niall would like it? Fuck this. He should be happy with it and if not he could go and fuck himself. I wasn’t supposed to care. About any of this.
I slipped a pair of nude colored high heels on that looked good with my dress and shook my head, feeling stupid for doing this. I should’ve worn sweatpants and a tank top and greet him like: “huh, what are you doing here, dude?” when he came to pick me up. But fucking look at me now. I let out another sigh and in the exact same moment there was a knock at my door. My eyes wandered to my door skeptically and I grabbed my purse, walking over to the door slowly.
What if it wasn’t Niall? What if Jayden came to talk and then Niall would appear and fuck everything up again? My stomach clenched as I reached the door, opening it slowly and peeking out of my dorm. I saw Niall’s blond hair in a messy quiff and opened the door completely as I was sure it was him.
His eyes wandered all over my body and he licked his lips quickly before he looked up, his eyes meeting mine. He winked and said: “Hey.” Niall then took a step towards me and kissed my cheek slightly which left me somewhat surprised.
“Hi,” I mumbled and looked at him. He wore a plain white button down shirt with short sleeves and some black skinny jeans, and jeez he looked amazing. I swallowed and moved my eyes back to his. He grinned and gestured me to come outside. I did and closed the door behind me, turning to face Niall again.
“You look beautiful,” Niall said, surprising me once again. I blushed and mumbled a low “thank you”, looking to my feet. All of this was just so weird. I would’ve never expected him to say something like that. He usually didn’t compliment girls this way. He’d rather call them sexy or hot as fuck. Or he’d just say he wanted to shag them which most girls took as a compliment as well.  
“Don’t do that,” he ordered and I frowned.
“What?” I asked, looking up and staring right into his crystal clear blue eyes. They took my breath away again and again. I couldn’t help but admire his perfection. He was gorgeous and I knew perfectly well that he could be mine for the night. Like he had been before. Shockingly I wanted him to be mine and more than this…I even wanted to be his. Thinking about what he could do to me all night long. I wasn’t supposed to want any of this. Shit. This definitely sucked. He needed to stop.
“You don’t have to be insecure,” he continued. “No need to stare at your feet, you’re beautiful,” he repeated and I looked away from him quickly. Why was he doing this?
“Thanks,” I whispered and started to walk past him, feeling uncomfortable. He followed me through the hallway and down the stairs until we reached the front door.
“So where are you taking me?” I asked, trying to make a conversation that wasn’t awkward.
“You’ll see,” he said firmly and smiled, opening the door for me. I stepped out into the still warm air and he walked next to me silently.
As we walked across campus some people stared at us curiously but I tried my best to ignore them. It didn’t matter anymore, did it? Jayden and I were officially over since Sunday and every single crappy person knew about Niall’s and my hook ups. So whatever.
We reached his car after a few minutes and he opened the passenger’s door for me, behaving like a gentlemen even though we both knew he wasn’t. What kind of game was he playing?
I sat down and fastened my seatbelt as I waited for him to get in the car.
When he started driving he placed his hand on my thigh once again. I sighed and shook my head at this slightly, trying to ignore how much I wanted him to move his hand up my thigh.
“Can I ever sit next to you without having you touch me?” I asked and he just laughed, rubbing his thumb over my skin gently which gave me goosebumps. Screw this.
“Oh come on,” he said and grinned at me.  “I know you were waiting for this all afternoon.”
I raised my eyebrows and gave him a bitch-please look, making him laugh again.
“You’ve been missing me already, huh?” He continued and smirked as he was looking at the street.
“Yeah, totally I was crying all day,” I said sarcastically and he kept grinning. Obviously he was in a good mood.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Niall said, changing the subject. Actually I was starving. I had expected him to take me out for dinner. This made think about how embarrassing it would’ve been for me when he had planned on something else and my stomach would’ve keep growling.
“Yep,” I answered and he nodded. “Good,” he said and drove into the city.

After another few minutes Niall parked his car in some small street, shutting down the engine.
“We’re there,” he told me and smiled, getting out of the car. I opened my door quickly and got out before he reached me. He looked at me questioningly and I stuck out my tongue, making him roll his eyes. He smiled though and shook his head slightly, reaching his hand out for mine. I bit my lower lip and looked into his eyes, trying to figure out what he was up to. He smirked about my hesitation and then gripped my hand. He entwined our fingers slowly and started walking close to me. I liked holding his hand and I shouldn’t. I didn’t even want to like this but I couldn’t help it. His touch felt so good and sadly his company was the only company I had gotten during the last week. 
Niall led me out of this street into a even smaller one.
“There it is,” he said, pointing at a restaurant at the middle of the street with his free hand.
“Good, I’m starving,” I admitted and he chuckled.
“Me too,” he said.
As we reached the restaurant he opened the door for me and let go of my hand.
It was a beautiful room with dimmed light, but it wasn’t too dark. Just right. The walls were painted in warm colors, matching with the dark wooden chairs and tables. White candles were on each table, and it looked amazing. There even was a handsome man sitting at a piano, playing some slow melodies. My eyes widened as I took all of it in, and I couldn’t believe he took me to a place like this. I didn’t think of Niall this way, ever. I always thought he was all about sex, pizza and beer but obviously there was side to him I didn’t know. Or he at least pretended to have this side. This guy kept confusing me, it was frustrating.
“How can I help you?” a waitress appeared, checking Niall out a bit too obvious. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“I reserved a table for 7:30,” Niall said coldly, showing no emotions. She blushed, for no reason if you ask me, and fumbled around with her hands.
“Umm. What’s your name?” She asked, glancing at him curiously.
“Mr. Horan,” Niall answered and I started at him, my eyes wandering over his biceps and chest that looked perfect with his shirt fitting him tightly. I bit my lips as my gaze moved from his flawless torso to his face. His lips were pressed into a line, and I caught myself thinking about kissing them, ruffling my fingers through his messy blonde hair and pulling him against me. I closed my eyes quickly, concentrating on the waitress as I opened them again. Damn it.
“Alright,” she said, looking it up. She led us through the restaurant to a table for two. It was in the corner of the room, more private than the ones in the front.
“Thanks,” Niall said, not looking at her as he smiled at me and pulled a chair away from the table slightly, gesturing me to sit down.
“There you go, Ma’am,” he said and winked, sitting down at the second chair.
“Thank you, Niall,” I said and smiled at him. He was being so nice to me tonight. Something was wrong about this. I honestly enjoyed it though.
He handed me one of the two cards, telling me to choose whatever I wanted. I read the different meals. The first meals on the card were salads and soups, there were antipasti and all these things. After that they listed up every kind of meal with meat and then fish and after that they had some vegetarian options and desserts. Everything sounded so good, it was mouthwatering. I almost chocked when I read the prices though, wondering why he would want to pay so much money for a dinner.
“Mhh,” Niall made and I looked up, seeing him staring at the card with one of his hands slowly rubbing his chin. Obviously he was deep in thought, and I smiled at this. I hated myself for admitting it, but he did look cute as fuck. I felt the urge to sit on his lap and cup his perfect face in my hands before kissing him gently.
Just then the waitress reappeared.
“Did you decide on anything yet?” she asked Niall. He looked up from the card, straight into my eyes.
“Caity?” he asked and I bit my lip once more, not sure what to decide on.
“Erm,” I said, looking at him “I’ll have the turkey breast filet,” I said and glanced at the waitress who wrote it down quickly before looking at Niall again.
“I’ll have the English lamb,” he told her.
“Any drinks?” she asked. I was just about to order a coke when Niall ordered champagne instead.
“Or would you rather have a cocktail or wine?” he asked me quickly.
“Um, no that’s fine,” I stuttered and leaned back in my chair.
“You can go now,” Niall told the waitress, who was still watching him. Ugh, he was rude to her. She seemed to be taken off guard and blushed as she hurried up to collect our cards before stalking away, without saying anything.
“So you’re gonna have some breast filet huh?” he winked at me and tried hard not to laugh as the corner of his mouth twitched. I rolled my eyes at him and he burst out into laughter, enjoying his little joke.
“Very mature, Niall,” I told him and smiled about his stupidity against my will.
“I was thinking about having that one too, but then I thought about how I already had some of that today,” he smirked and I blushed, remembering our hook up earlier today.
“Whatever,” I told him and he just kept grinning like an idiot. Well, he was an idiot.

As we were waiting for our food Niall actually started a normal conversation with me, asking me about my family, hobbies, plans for the future and stuff like that. We talked for a couple of minutes and it was the first time I had a real conversation with him, noticing we had quite some things in common. It was surprisingly nice to talk to him like this, and he made me laugh a couple of times. At some point I realized how much I actually enjoyed his company tonight and how I started to feel comfortable with spending time with him. He was really cute, not making any more childish comments about sex but instead asking me about more and more things that I would’ve never expected him to ask any girl.
When the waitress brought our champagne he said a silly toast about us having this drink together, making me laugh once more. I only nibbled on it at first though since I didn’t want to get drunk in this restaurant and didn’t have food yet.
Our food that came a couple of minutes later was extremely delicious and we stopped our conversation for eating. Niall easily cleared his plate while I struggled with eating up everything. It was just so much. “I’m so full,” I said and stared at the rest of my food, not sure what to do. I didn’t want to leave any of it on the plate, it was way too good to be thrown away but I also wasn’t exactly sure about how I should get another bite into my stomach.
“You don’t have to eat this up,” he said and smiled at me from across the table.
“I don’t want them to throw it away though,” I said and blew some air out of my mouth as I leaned back in my chair.
“I can take care of that,” he told me and grinned, reaching out for my plate. I looked at him with wide eyes as he finished my food as well. How much could this boy eat?
He laughed at my expression when he was finished and wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“You ready to go?” he asked me and I nodded, drinking the last drop of my champagne.
“Okay,” he said and asked the waitress for our bill when she was near our table. She nodded stiffly and disappeared.
“Poor thing,” I said and Niall laughed.
“She’ll get over it,” he said and winked. When she came back Niall paid everything quickly and got up, holding his hand out for me again. I smiled and grabbed it, walking next to him as we left the restaurant.
“That food was really good, thank you, Niall,” I told him when we walked back to his car.
“You’re welcome, love,” he said and smiled as he opened my door for me again.
As we were driving out of the city again I stared at the road in front of us, wondering what all of this was about.  I stared at my hands that were resting in my lap and fumbled around with them thoughtfully. He didn’t talk either so I just kept thinking which didn’t lead me to any conclusions though.
When he pulled off the street too early to be back at campus, I looked up again, realizing that we were at the lake again. This time no one was here, it was just us and the dark water. He parked the car in the sand and got out of it quickly, just to appear at my door a few seconds later.
“Ha,” he said, as he opened it for me. I smiled slightly and slipped my high heels off, leaving them in his car. I guessed high heels and sand wouldn’t be the best combination.
“I like this place,” he said as we walked through the sand next to each other. I stopped walking when we reached the edge of the water and turned to face him.
“Niall, why are you doing this?” I asked him, looking into his perfect blue orbs.
“Doing what?” He frowned at took my hands in his. I needed to clear my mind and thoughts, needed to know what on earth was going on…
“Everything. Why do you want to fuck me, why are you being nice and take me out on a date like this and what are you even up to?” There. I said it. He chuckled and rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand slightly.
“You’re cute,” he whispered and leaned in, pecking my lips which caused my heart beat to race.
“Babe, I just want you to like me,” he said, surprising me again.
“What?” I whispered back. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t know what I had been expecting. But not this.
“Well, you’re beautiful and sexy. You’re funny, you’re not a bitch even though you become one when you let me fuck you, but actually you’re not. You’re different from all those sluts I usually fuck. So I want you to like me.”
“Why would you want that Niall, you just want to fuck around and I don’t understand why you need me to like you for that.”
“Listen,” he breathed and took my face into his hands. “You don’t know me at all. I can be a different person, you know.”  He had kind of showed me a different Niall tonight. But I couldn’t believe that it was really him. That he was that cute guy, willing to talk about family and hobbies and the future.
“Oh can you?” I whispered.
“Yep,” he said and kissed my lips again.
“Convince me then,” I told him in a serious tone and looked into his eyes.
He smiled at me and laid his palms on my cheeks, pulling my face to his. Our lips touched once more. He kissed me gently, somehow managing to give me goosebumps. I closed my eyes and kissed him back softly, moving my hands into his hair. He smiled against my lips and wrapped his arms around my body, lifting me up slowly as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his hips, to make it easier for him to hold me. But he didn’t seem to have any troubles with that. I placed one of my palms on his chest and kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his lips touching mine as he continued to kiss me tenderly.