Night Rider (Niall Horan)

[4] Not the Best Night

The beach house looked amazing on the outside, and on the inside as well. Outside it had a very modern look; bricks columns on the sides of the path way leading to the front door. A light brown colored cobblestone driveway that circled around a small fountain. The driveway lead up to a five car garage. I wouldn't be surprised if Niall had them all filled with different expensive cars.

Inside, there were four bathrooms and five bedrooms. A black and white, elegant, marble spiral staircase lead upstairs. The kitchen and living room were each bigger than my apartment. The furniture was very retro and modern as well. Black and red clean large couches and couch chairs. There was a huge window that started from the ground and went up at least 15 feet, had a marvelous view of the beach outside.

I stood there dumbfounded. 

I shook myself back into reality and hurried upstairs before anyone saw me looking stupid. I walked into the room that Krysten and I agreed to share and huffed at the little contents I had in my beach bag.

"What am I supposed to wear, I don't have any pajamas, or outfits for a week. My toothbrush, my brush, my makeup, my curler. I don't have any of that stuff."

"You can live without makeup and a hair curler.  We'll go on a shopping spree and buy all that tomorrow. In the meantime, you can just sleep in that bikini." Krysten replied with a smile and made her way to Harry's room. Everyone will be hearing noises tonight, that's for sure.

"I couldn't help but hear you're having a pajama problem."

I spun around to see Niall, leaning against the doorway in just his pajama bottoms. Him shirtless was quite the sight. He was very fit, and all his tattoos made me attracted to him. Because of his shitty personality, I would never admit aloud that I want to  bite onto his lip ring and just tug on it with my teeth. I would never admit how badly I wanted to grip onto his hard biceps while I kissed his pretty pink, plump lips and stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

I looked away when I realized I'd been staring too long and Niall had caught me looking. I cleared my throat, spun back around, and responded, "No, I've got it covered."

"Here." I felt soft fabric hit the back of my neck. I looked at it as it hit the floor. A pair of men's boxers, and an oversized T-shirt.

"I guess I'll take it." I picked them up and moved past him, walking to the bathroom across the hall. He grabbed a hold of my arm, holding me in place.

I gave him a look of concern and confusion. "What is it?"

"You're changing now?"

"Well I was planning to, yeah."

"You probably shouldn't. A bunch of people from the drag race are coming to party. And we party hard. I don't suppose you'd want everyone to see in your PJ's."

"That's just great." I exhaled deeply.

"You should put a nice little mini skirt on. You looked great in it last time." He smiled as he licked those delicious lips of his.

I yanked my arm away. "For your information, creep, I don't have a mini skirt with me. And I will not be partying with your criminal buddies."

**

I let my hair down from it's ponytail, and shook my head around wildly as the rock music coursed through my veins. Even though it was really hot and I was all sweaty and tired, I kept dancing on the table top. A drunk guy joined me, started moving his hips in sync with mine. His hands on my hips, he grinded into my back side forcefully. I screamed at the tops of my lungs enjoying the new song that played and threw my arms up into the air dancing more vigorously against him.

Just two hours ago I denied wearing the short black dress that Krysten offered me since she had an extra. I assured her I did not want it since I wouldn't be partying. But it was nine people against one, so do to peer pressure I gave in and wore the dress to the party. Soon dozens of people crammed into the huge beach house. None of them were talking to me or socializing with me, so I just drank my way out of the situation. Drink after drink, shot after shot. Now I was completely wasted but at least having fun.

"You wanna get out of here?" The guy was almost yelling over the loud music. I knew exactly what that meant, and I was perfectly ok with it. It's just sex right?

Of course, this was my drunken logic. If I was sober I'd be against having sex with some random drunk at a party.

I giggled and turned to him grinding onto his leg. "You'd love that wouldn't you?" I giggled again. With alcohol, everything is funny.

"I would love to rip that dress off of you, yes." Now his hands were all the way up my dress and inching towards the lace fabric, that were my panties.

This sobered me up a bit, since I've never been touched by a guy.

I slapped his hands away and stumbled backwards, but quickly caught my balance. "I never said you could do that, cunt." I climbed off the table, and searched for the one person I knew would protect me from this dude.

"Ni-" Before I could call his name, a firm hand was placed over my mouth. The same guy whispered in my ear.

"Don't scream." He dragged me upstairs, somehow not drawing attention to the huge crowd of people that we had to get through. I screamed against his palm and once we were on the second floor, I brought the back of my foot up off of the ground and plunged it backwards into his private part. Kneeling down, he clutched his manhood and groaned in pain. I made a run for it down the hall and turned the corner knocking straight into Niall.

For once I was relieved to see him.

"Watch where you're-" He stared at me and could probably see the fear in my eyes. I was already hyperventilating.

"What? What's wrong? What happened?" He had his hands on my shoulders as he pleaded me to tell him what he could help me with.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then I heard footsteps so I screamed instead and ran behind him. The guy appeared breathing heavily; not just because he was out of breath, but because he was angry.

"Move, I have a girl to destroy." He said placing his hand on Niall's chest. Instead of being pushed away like the guy had anticipated, Niall retaliated by twisting his wrist in a full circle causing the man to twirl around. Niall dug the man's wrist into the bottom of his shoulder blade and took a step back kicking the side of his leg with so much force, I could hear a cracking sound. I flinched looking away. I was close to hurling.

He bent down next to the screaming man that was now on the floor. "If you ever touch her again..." He stood back up and kicked the man in the nose causing blood to gush out immediately. He kicked him in the stomach this time, at a quick pace. If I counted it would probably be twenty times. "I will fuck you up, and kill every other fucking person you've ever fucking looked at!" Niall's voice was loud and angry as he sat on top of the man punching his face, alternating between each fist. Again, and again, punching harder and harder. Faster and faster. After a couple seconds, I could've sworn the dude was knocked out.

I grabbed onto his arm, and could feel the tensed muscles relax immediately. "Niall that's enough." With hot, rapid breath he climbed off of the man standing up. I stood up too engulfing him in a strong hug around his neck. I was close to tears and hugged him tighter. When he kept his hands loosely by his sides I quickly pulled away and looked down.

"Are you ok?" He said, scanning my body for any injuries.

"I'm fine Niall. Thank you."

"I'm always here. Next time don't get so drunk." He laughed which made me smile. Him not hugging me back really contradicts his laughter.