Possession (A Diall fanfic)

Chapter 2.

He is dangerous. He could do anything bad to the people out here. He's in a guild, or a part of a secret society. They deal with illegal transportation of nuclear weapons. That's all I know. But further research consults that they also make black money. They also have many other guilds going head to head with them, in easier explanation; also called their enemies. I don't know how can I not quit thinking of him. Two years? Two damn years? I've wasted two damn years just for a guy who is dangerous and heartless. I felt sad, tears sprang out, then this sadness was soon replaced by anger. He pushed me out of his door and didn't even look back, pity was the last thing on earth that he'd felt.

    Three days have passed since that night that he pushed me out of his door. I was very embarrassed of my actions. I should have never made a move. That swirling movement in my gut, the shame. I knew he'd never love me. He's living his damned life and doesn't care of my existence and here I am repenting. Why won't my heart just move out of this..... and let my brain do the rightful? I'm a weak woman. This isn't me. What's wrong with me. No! Love cannot bring me on my knees. I'll rise over it. He was never the right person. He was never meant to be. No, I have to let him out of my mind, heart and my whole system. I have made up my mind, I said I wouldn't give up. But now, I've given up. This chase is over. He can live peacefully and so will I. I'll find someone better. He's no good. All this time my heart just mislead me. He's nobody to me. I slept the whole day as it was a Saturday. Did nothing, no eating, no cleaning, no washing, just laid on the bed. I found the ceiling somewhat very interesting. My mind was empty, all I could see is the colour white. Suddenly, a pillow just hit my face. I shoved it off and looked up to see an annoyed Lucy "It's 3 in the noon and your still in bed. The apartment is a mess and so are you" her annoyance turned into a sad smile "quit trying. He's not good enough for you and stay away from him. His a gangster" she sat next to me and hugged me. "I'm over him" I say practically in tears. No matter how much I try I always throw my problems at her and she gladly solves them. But this time she knew. I felt so safe in her arms. Her salvation is always so heartwarming. She always knew what was coming. "I love you. You know me too well" I sniffled.

"I love you more" she rested her head on mine. "You know what? It's a saturday night. We're going to the bar but my boyfriend just tagged along, would you mind?" she asked, cheerful.

"I really need a drink. I need to lighten my head" I smiled back. I got out of my bed while Lucy searched through my closet. I brushed and showered, blew dry my hair, sprayed perfume. I came out of the bathroom with a robe on. Lucy held out a black dress, till my knee length, full sleeved, round necked. I took it from her hand and went back to my bathroom. I put on my Calvin Claines and then the dress. It clad tightly till my waist and flowed down to my knees. I put on some gold pleated earings and kept the makeup minimal. I put on butterfly cut high heels and I stood in front of Lucy, hoping she liked the way I looked. "Damn I swear if nobody asks you out, swear hell I will for sure" she said with a surprised face. I just let out a laugh. By the time we walked out of the apartment, it was 8 in the evening. Lucy's boyfriend was already in the car. "I'll take my own car. I don't want to be a third well" I confessed. She nodded in agreement. I pulled out my 'Mercedes Benz A-class' out from the porch and hit the road after Lucy and her boyfriend, that I don't even care about. We always drink at the most expensive bar in London. I could afford the best and was a total spend-thrift. It was a 20 minutes ride from my apartment. I parked my car and walked out towards the bar. Lucy already went in with her boyfriend, leaving me alone. That guy is a total distraction to her. I tried spotting Lucy in the midst of the crowd but failed miserably. The rich kids danced all over the place. I pushed through the crowd towards the bartender. I gracefully climbed on a high stool. The bartender noticed me instantly. He was tall, slender and slightly tanned brunette guy with beautiful sea blue eyes, just like Niall. But Niall had more prettier eyes. No! He's nobody to me. What on earth? I'm not going to ruin my evening for that stupid guy. I was brought back to reality by the bartender "What can I get you my winsome lady" he spoke in a heavy British accent and smiled. "Give me something really strong. Like really strong" I said, desperate. He gave me another of his sexy smiles. I smiled back. He moved away and made my drink. He passed me a long, slim glass. The drink was a somewhat neon blue in colour. "Thank you" I gave him a crooked smile. He winked and attended other customers. I took the tiniest sip and it was like an explosion in my mouth. I pushed it down my neck, and the burning sensation trailed towards the stomach. It was sort of painful. But I tell you what? I was a good pain. I felt rejuvenated. I took another sip and another until the glass was empty. I ordered another drink. It felt the drink got lesser. I was hooked. I ordered another until.... I was on my 5th drink. I ordered another...... The bartender looked unsure but it was his job he passed me another drink and walked away. My words slurred, I felt light headed.... as if I were flying. I admired the glass for a bit..... then brought it close to my mouth.... until someone tightly gripped my wrist..... I looked up to meet a furious pair of the most beautiful blue eyes. They looked familiar. I know them. "What the hell do you think your doing? Drinking one after another of those. Do you know how strong they are?" he spoke. Anger instantly filled my gut when realization hit through me "Don't touch me" I pulled out my wrist from his grip "Why do you care? It's none of your f**king business" I slurred, but my senses were working fine. He seemed shocked by my words. I turned my back to him and took the glass. He caught my wrist again and turned me around. I got off the stool and my knees went weak but he caught me..... his touch send me sparks but I ignored it. "Now you can finish off that drink and go to hell" he said with clenched teeth.

"I sure will but not before you do... Mr. Niall Horan" I replied in a low hissing tone. His clenched teeth and angry face softened. "Why are you in the bar anyway? The police could come you know" I slurred. He slightly giggled "Don't worry. I'm under cover. All these are my men" He pointed to few guys at the corner. "I'm not worried. I have nothing to be and especially not about you" I pushed off from his embrace. "I wish you just go and die" I pushed him. He creased his forehead. I wasn't feeling well suddenly. I felt dizzy and felt like puking. I pushed it down and he most probably noticed. He again took my hand but this time pulled me roughly through the crowd. "Let go of me, you b*tch" I yelled. He just gave me a stern look and continued walking. We were out of the bar and walked through the rows of cars. "What the f*ck fo you think your doing?" I yelled again.

"Taking you home"

"Why?" I stopped.

"Because your drunk and you can barely stand" he yelled back. "No. I have my own car and I can drive myself" I spoke.

"Drive yourself and die" he spoke and in a swift movement lifted me over his shoulder. I screamed and hit him like a five year old but he wouldn't move. He unlocked his range rover and threw me onto the passenger's seat and slammed the door, he walked over to the driver's seat.

"I can drive myself" I squinted my eyes, my vision going weak.

"I'm trying to help you" he puts emphasis on the word 'help'.

"Gangsters don't help and they're heartless" I corrected.

"No. Just say thank you because your lucky I'm helping you" he spat back.

"Why?" I crossed my arms because I not fully convinced with his weak witted answers.

"Because you've been trying to help me all these years and I've been pushing you away. There's a reason behind this and you don't know how much I care about you" he's tone was soft. This was the first time he's been so kind to me. He's always been angry or annoyed when he sees me. This side of his I've never seen. Gangsters don't usually have a soft side.

"But those years have passed away and I don't care anymore"

I told him frankly, the drinks gave me more courage to speak and it's the truth.  I've been thankful to time, it's changed me.

"You don't feel for me anymore?" he asked, suddenly sad. The guy who slammed the door on a face of a girl who was in love. I fell and felt for the wrong person and I won't repeat that mistake. The amount of heartache I've suffered was immense.

"Not anymore"

He just nodded, he looked disappointed. But why?