Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 10

"Ronnnniiieeeeeee!"

I woke up to someone pounding on our door.

"R-Ronnniieee!" Someone moaned from outside. I raised my head, squinting at the digital clock on my bedside table.

3:10 AM

Who the hell was pounding at my door at 3 in the morning!? I slowly slid out of bed, careful not to wake Becca. It was still impossible for me to understand how she wasn't awake already, with all the pounding going on.

When I got to the door, I listened for a noise. Pressing my ear against the dark wood, I heard heavy breathing.

Slowly...

Carefullly...

I opened the door. There was none other than Niall, leaning against the doorframe, half asleep and clearly drunk.

"Niall!? What are you doing here!?" I whispered, hatred in my voice.

His eyes widened at my appearance. "R-Ronnie! What are youuuuu doin here!?" he asked, a drunken smile plastered on his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Leave Niall. I don't want to see you anymore!" I whispered, gritting my teeth. The tears built up in my eyes at the memory of what he'd done. He frowned.

"Nooooo Ronnie!" He whined. I quickly clasped my hand over his mouth, worried someone might hear. Muffled sounds escaped his mouth as I yanked him inside.

"Niall... Leave. Go back to your dorm! I don't want to see you anymore... ever again! I hate you," I said, tears slipping down my face. He just stared at me, with that same goofy smile.

"You're really sexxxyyyy when you're mad..." he chuckled, collapsing against the bathroom doorframe. My heart beat faster at his choice of words... but then I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. I lead him over to my bed, setting him down and turning him to face me.

"Niall, I-"

"Why are ya leakin?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I watched as he leaned forward, his hand wiping my tears away. He looked at his hand, rubbing his fingers together.

"Why's water comin' outta your eyes?" he asked innocently. My heart shattered.

Fuck why is he so adorable.

"You need to leave," I cried, glaring at him. He only sat there, smiling at me.

"Niall I-" before I could finish, he toppled over, passing out on my lap. I gasped when he hit my legs, immediately snoring.

"N-Niall... Niall wake up! Get out!" I urged, punching his arm. He did nothing, snores still pouring from his mouth. He was out cold.

I was so afraid of what he could do to me... to others. He couldn't sleep here! What would Becca think!?

But there was no other option, unless we were willing to get caught by campus police. So... I sighed, pushing him off me and onto the bed. Carefully, I took off his shoes so he wouldn't get my duvet dirty.

There was no where else to sleep, so I was forced to curl up next to him. That's when I smelled his shirt... soaked with beer.

I gagged, quickly tearing it from his torso, and throwing it across the room. The same overwhelming cologne filled my senses as I rested my head next to his on my pillow. He really was beautiful when he slept... But I couldn't let him get to me.

You're supposed to be pissed at him, I reminded myself.

I couldn't help but hate him for everything he'd done. Tomorrow when he woke up, he was leaving. And he was never going to come back.