Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 6

"He what!?" Becca yelled, standing up off of her bed.

"Shh! Quiet! He just came by to tell me he was sorry..." I explained, resting my hands on her shoulders.

After the whole Niall incident, I was sort of timid around Becca. It had only been a few hours since he'd been here, and I couldn't lie to her. But telling her all that had happened last night and today was probably not a good idea.

"I'm...I...I'm just, speechless! How could you let him in, Ronnie!? I don't care if he protected you last night, I told you... I warned you. He uses people. That entire speech was probably just a gimmick! Part of his plan!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Becca, listen to me. Niall, he...he wants to be friends with me..." I began. She paused where she was, turning to face me.

"Friends!? Like hell he does. You told him off right?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. I bit my lip, shutting my eyes tightly.

"Please tell me you didn't-"

"I didn't tell him we could be friends. In fact, I told him we were anything but friends at the moment. He has to earn my trust," I explained. She seemed to lighten up a bit after hearing that I didn't give into him so easily.

"Well... alright. But listen to me Ronnie, be careful. I know how he works. Remember, I dated him," she murmured, wrapping me in a hug.

I smiled, sighing in relief knowing that she wasn't mad at my decision. I began laughing as I thought about my defense weapon I tried to use.

"I threatened him with my curling iron..." I giggled, pulling away. Her face lit up immediately, her laughter following soon afterwards.

"A curling iron? You should've at least used a coat hanger!" she laughed, her accent thick. We fell to the floor, laughing at my expense.

----------Niall's POV----------

"Tough break, man!" my best friend, Harry, chuckled, sipping away on his beer.

"I know. She seemed pretty shocked when I kissed her cheek," I laughed, reminiscing about what had happened this morning. Harry smiled at me, downing the rest of his alcohol.

"Well, I don't blame you for going after her," he began, the bottle clanking against the table as he set it down, "She's a pretty sexy piece of work."

My fists clenched, anger coursing through my body at his words. I stood up, my breathing increasing.

"She's mine," I mumbled through gritted teeth. He raised his eyebrow in question.

"What? What do you mean?" he asked, watching as I strode towards him.

I towered over him, the alcohol in my body taking control as I gripped the front of his shirt, puling his face up to mine.

"I said she's mine," I repeated, looking into his eyes. He looked shocked a moment before pulling away from me.

"Calm down mate...I'm not suggesting that I'm going to-"

"Just drop it," I spat, sitting down and opening another beer.

"Okay, okay," Harry mumbled, repeating my gesture and opening another cold one for himself. The contents of my new bottle disappeared quickly as I downed the bitter liquid. I couldn't explain it, but Ronnie was different.

She had this hard outer shell that I was determined to break through. No other girl had ever been like that to me. They'd all been putty in my hands. And for some reason, that was one of Ronnie's qualities that turned me on.