Possession (A Diall fanfic)

Chapter 4.

My eyes slowly open as I feel some weight on me. I move a bit to get a view of a very beautiful unnatural blond guy who held me, too close and too tight. He was lightly snoring, he's face had a slight frown and he looked so peaceful. If you saw him like this you wouldn't make out that he's a gangster or someone dangerous. As per his character and job he had an innocent face. I was so lost looking at him. He was beautiful and flawless and after all maybe he had a humanness in him too; he was not heartless afterall. I try to get out from bed but he held me too tight and he was definitely too strong too. Thank God it was a Sunday. Holy crap what if Lucy comes and sees him. She's never had a liking for him because he was the reason I cried alot lately and Lucy just didn't like seeing me cry. I was lost in thought and looked at the ceiling. When I looked back at Niall he was staring at me. Oh he just woke up and he just kept looking at me rather than letting me get out of bed. "Your cute when you think. I wish I could read your mind. Your so illegible. Almost like an everyday surprise" he said, damn his morning voice.

"Everyday surprise? As if you saw me everyday" I was still a bit mean to him, after all he deserves it for playing with my heart. He smiled, he's smiling at me; that's new. He never smiles usually and laughs and since last night he's been laughing a bit and smiling. I must be his..... um soft spot?

"Well I've been um... spying a bit on you lately. When you got back from work or when you go for jogging" he gave an one-sided smile; pheww hot.

"And why would you do that? That's stupid" I said huffing.

"Hmmm maybe I am" he said agreeing.

"Stupid badass. Now get off me and let me get out of bed" I said trying to push him off and failed hopelessly and he just smirked seeing me struggling.

"Let me help you" he said in a very low tone; God this guy is too much for me. He left a feather soft trail of kisses from the back of my neck and slowly descending to my chest. Shit the feeling; I just had a brain freeze. I was numb and his lips were all I felt. Suddenly realization hit me and I jumped off the bed and landed on the carpeted floor and was on my feet immediately. "Do not turn me on in the morning" I said pointing a finger at him. He enjoyed annoying me. He just liked to know that he always had me wrapped around his finger and to be honest he always won. I was putty in his hands. I walked up to the bathroom; brushed and showered and yet again forgot my clothes. I secured the towel around me and creaked open the door. Thank God Niall wasn't in the room; he most probably went to the guest bathroom. I grabbed a checked pair of cotton shorts and a white tee which had the quote "SWAG". I put my half wet hair into a messy bun. I run downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. Niall wasn't there either; nice. I got a couple of eggs and made an omlete. Just then somebody hugged me from behind, his cold minty breath fanning me. The smell was familiar; yeah he hadn't left for his home. "What the heck are you doing?" I said monotonously.

"Whatever the heck I want"

"I still haven't said yes to your proposal remember? So that means I'm still not your girlfriend and you have no right to touch me" I said as rudely as I could.

"I'll make you say yes. I'll make you want me. I'll make you beg me to stay. Don't believe me yet?" he whispered and it was so hard for me to concentrate on my cooking. His grip on me got tighter and our bodies were fully attached and he started leaving wet kisses from my neck and slowly removed the tee shirt from my right shoulder and continued. He pulled the strap of my laced bra "Why do you even wear this shit?"

I flipped the omelet making him move back a bit. I put the omlete on the dish and leave it on the counter. I turn to him "Sit" I pointed to the chair next to him and he did "Eat" I handed him a knife and fork.

"It's a major turn on when the girl is demanding" he said and started eating. I passed a glass of orange juice and few buttered toasts. I noticed he was only in his boxer shorts. His muscles contracted and relaxed on his back everytime he moved his hands. He was inhumanly perfect. I snapped out of my thoughts and made myself an omlete too. I ate but sat as far as I could from him. We ate quietly. "Aren't you going home?" I asked. He looked up to me "Why? Do you want me to go?" he asked, the look on his face; made me melt and without thinking I quickly replied "No". I soon regretted when I realized what I had said and changed my answer "I mean yes". He smirked; that stupid smirk "I know you want me".