Underneath My Skin

Ch. 33

You can give someone your heart, your mind, your soul, your body. But the one thing you can't do, is make them love you if they don't.

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I hop out of the cab and pay the driver. I rush over to Niall and wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waste immediately and hugs me tight.

"What happened?" he asks.

I get this weird feeling, like this has happened before. I pull away from Niall and we are no longer in New York City. We are in a vast field with tall green grass and many hills. There isnt a bmw behind him, instead there's a huge tree.

What the hell? I look at Niall.

"What's wrong love?" he asks concerned.

I blink a few times. We are back in New York and his BMW is back as well.

"Let's go inside," I say.

He nods and follows me up to my apartment. I sit on the couch and he sits next to me.

"I have a spare key to Zayn's apartment," I say softly.

"Damn, so you guys are pretty serious?"

I shrug my shoulders. "There's this room. He told me it was an art room, but I knew better. I went to his apartment and he wasn't there, so I went in the room."

I look at Niall and he seems disappointed.

"There was a five point star on the floor and journals, and dolls." I whisper.

He doesn't even look surprised.

"You knew?" I whisper.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nods..

"What the fuck Niall?!" I yell.

I stand and pace around my living room.

"I'm so sorry," he says.

I blink and I'm no longer in my apartment. I'm in some abandoned looking barn. I look around. What the hell is going on with me?

Niall stands and walks towards me. He wraps his arms around my waste and pulls me to his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

He leans down and his lips brush against mine softly. What the actual fuck? I don't say anything. Why the hell am I not saying anything? I should be pushing him away from me, but I'm not. It's like I'm not in my body. The fuck?

His hands travel up my body and he cups my cheeks. He presses his lips to mine hungrily. His tongue slides into my mouth and I allow it. I allow him to kiss me in such a way.

But it feels good and my stomach does little ballerina flips.

I blink a few times and I'm back in my living room. Niall is sitting on the couch starring up at me with a worried look on his face.

What the hell? Am I fantasizing about him?

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Uh, no...."

He stands. "What can I do?"

The room changes again. I am no longer in my living room. I'm in a bedroom. There's a lot of soccer posters on the wall. They look similar to the ones in Niall's room.

"Nothing," I say.

He takes a step towards me and I take a step back. We continue the patern until I'm up against a door. Niall presses his body up against me and I moan.