Every Minute's Like the Last; A One Direction Fan Fiction by Niallerbeast

Every Minute's Like the Last Chapter Three

Nikki, February 2011

You sit there in your heartache

Waiting on some beautiful boy to

To save you from your old ways

You play forgiveness

Watch him now, here he come

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus

But he talks like a gentleman

Like you imagined when you were young

January flew by. I spent most of my time with Ethan; for two reasons. First, because after the New Year, Lou spent all his free time practicing his song. He’d chosen “Hey There Delilah,” by Plain White T’s.  The few times he let me listen to him, he was brilliant. There’s something about Louis’ singing voice that’s so unique. I can pick his voice out over all the others in Voice class, and when the school’s elite choral group, Sing It, performs, his is the only one I can hear. And when he wasn’t practicing, he was on vocal rest, meaning no talking, and only drinking this weird herbal tea concoction. 

The second reason I spent my time with Ethan was because I was afraid not to.  After Christmas break, things had gotten… intense. 

The first time was that night, the night I’d let him go all the way with me. After we’d finished, I felt all glowy, and closer to him than I’d ever felt to anyone. I remember I’d reached over to snuggle with him, but he’d pulled away.

“What are you doing Nikki?”

“I thought you were supposed to cuddle after, you know.” I looked down, away from his blazing eyes.

“I have shit to do you know. I can’t just lay here with you all night. Plus the guys are gonna be on Xbox live in a few. Gotta go play with them.” He’d replied, sneering as if to say I should already know all this.

“Ethan, we just had sex, and all you can think about is playing Xbox with the guys? Seriously?” I could feel the tears prick at my eyes, hurt by his lack of compassion.

Ethan’s eyes seemed to glow red. “Shut up. Don’t be ungrateful. This is my house and you are my girlfriend whom I’ve graciously let stay in my house so she isn’t alone on Christmas.”

“Not anymore,” I’d said, throwing my hoodie on over my underwear and standing up. “I’m leaving.” My back was to Ethan, and suddenly I’d felt him grab my arm. He flung me backwards against the wall. He stood so close that I could feel his breath, warm and moist on my face.

“Don’t be such an unappreciative bitch Nikki. You’re not leaving, not after I drove over two hours there, and back to pick you up. No, you’re staying here with me. Because you are mine. Got it?” I nodded my head yes, desperately trying to pull my arm out of his strong grasp.

“I said, got it?” he roared, jerking his arm so my elbow slammed hard against the wall.

“Yes!” the tears flowed freely down my face as I finally was released from Ethan’s grasp.

Since then, it had only gotten worse. I tried so hard not to upset him, but every little thing I did was wrong. If I’d forgotten to text him back, he’d come banging on my door to make sure I hadn’t run off. That is, the few nights he didn’t force me to sleep in bed with him. Almost every night, we had sex. One time, I’d tried to tell him that I didn’t want to, and he’d gotten in a rage, throwing my cell phone at the brick wall. He’d replaced the phone, but I was worried that next time, I wouldn’t be so lucky to have it be only my cell phone that went sailing into the wall. So I just gave in to him every time. Also, if I as much as mentioned Louis’ name, he’d get the look in his eyes that told me right away to shut up. The one time I’d kept going, Ethan had grabbed me tightly by my upper arms, squeezing so hard that purple bruises had formed the next morning.