Saving You.//n.h

3.

Lola on the side.

-Heather's P.OV

"I just, I don't know what to do Lola." I sighed leaning my back against the wall as I fiddled with my fingers, something I did when I was nervous or scared. She ran her hands through her faded pink hair that's been dyed several times.

"Just see where you guys end up, I guess. He might not be that bad." She shrugged, I raised an eyebrow. Not that bad? Right, that's why he locked me up in his house with him and marked me, of course he's not bad. Note my sarcasm. "I mean, by the way you described him he sounds pretty hot. So, that's a bonus."

"Lola, you're not making this any better." I huffed, she rolled her eyes patting my knee and smiling at me.

"Not trying too, just give him a shot. Maybe he's.. different. He just might not show it towards you, give him some time and see how he adjust to you." What? Is she trying to tell me that he's different? I scoffed, she has to be drunk or something.

Lola was good at advice- depends on how the situation is. But sometimes she was right, and sometimes she was just completely wrong. And at this point, I think she is wrong. Never, would I give Niall a chance, he seems like a self centered dick that just wants girls for sex. My bedroom door swung open revealing a tired looking Dylan.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." He ran his hands through his tussled brown hair, sending me a toothy smile. Dylan was like a brother that I never had, well he had a crush on me so I couldn't say that he looked at me like his younger sister. "So, what's up? You guys called me so it sounded pretty urgent." He plopped onto the bed next to Lola, as she began to explain.

"Niall Horan, he's cool." Dylan shrugged, "There's just some things about him that doesn't make him cool.." he trailed off.

"Like what?" I asked, suddenly interested in the conversation.

"He's not a good guy, I guess you could say he's dark, bad and dangerous. He's got anger issues, he nearly killed a man for bumping into him." I felt shivers run down my spin as he said that. "He's like every other guy- drinks, parties and uses girls. It's terrible, he just takes them, bangs them and throws 'em out." I felt a lump form in my throat, why did I have the feeling of wanting to cry?

"Wow, that's.. terrible." Lola spoke, I nodded keeping my eyes on the ground, I felt sick. How could someone do that? That's just wrong, and terrible. I hope those girls never went back to him, I don't even want to know how they felt after he threw them out. "Well, lets have some fun!"

After a good two hours of laughing and eating junk food, Lola and Dylan were leaving. "Well, thanks for coming guys." I smiled, hugging both of them before they left. I closed the door locking it, as I let out a deep breath. I made my way back up the stairs when I heard a thud from the living room, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion making my way back downstairs. I looked in the living room seeing nothing, nothing was dropped or out of place. I felt my heart beat increase, as my anxiety started to kick. Breathe Heather, breathe. I let out a deep breath, laughing to myself. I'm probably just being paranoid, just as I was about to go back up the stairs something clattered in the kitchen.

I jumped towards the door keeping my hand on the handle looking into the kitchen, a glass cup was shattered. I shook my head walking into the kitchen, grabbing the pieces of glass carefully, not wanting to cut myself. I made sure every piece was picked up before throwing it in the trash, I made my way towards the fridge, feeling the cold air hit me as I opened it. I grabbed a cold bottle of water, closing the fridge door when I let out a scream.

Niall was leaning against the counter, with an unpleasant look on his face. "W-why are you here?" I nearly shouted, he dropped his arms to his side taking slow steps towards me. I gulped nervously going to step back, when I was trapped between the counter and Niall. He smirked widely as he stood in front of me, the scent of faint cigarettes lingered on him.

"Such a silly girl, Heather." He chuckled darkly, eyeing me up and down biting his lip. I looked down realizing I was only in a tank top and plaid pajama shorts, awesome. He placed his index finger and thumb roughly on my chin, making me look into his dark blue orbs. "Why was he here, Heather?" He hissed, not letting go of his tight grip.

"H-he's my friend." I whispered, he shook his head releasing my jaw, gripping my hips and placing me onto the cold tiled counter. He stepped in between my legs, his face inches away from mine.

"No, Heather. You're mine, and only mine. I don't share." He growled, his hot breath hitting my face. I felt as if I couldn't speak, my throat became dry and tears threatened to spill.

"N-no." I stuttered out, he chuckled in my face making my hands tremble.

"Oh yes love, I've marked you. You're mine, you belong to me. And only me, darling." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine slightly, making me gasp.

Suddenly I heard a pair of keys clattering together, someone was here. Niall's eyes widened, letting go of me. I watched as he ran towards the back door, when he turned around smirking at me. "I'll see you soon, baby." He sent me a wink before rushing out the door, just as the front door swung open.

"Heather? You okay?" I turned around seeing Elizabeth standing there in a short black dress with Justin behind her, staring at me with blood shot eyes. He was high, and Elizabeth was also. Nice.

"Oh yeah I'm fine," I laughed nervously, she nodded closing and locking the door making her way up the stairs.

I could here them bumping into the wall several times as Elizabeth was moaning, just what I wanted hear. I gripped the kitchen sink, staring out the kitchen window when I captured those blue orbs staring into my brown ones, and that's when reality hit me.

I had gotten myself into a mess, a mess that I couldn't get myself out of.