Saving You.//n.h

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-Heather's P.O.V

"Two months and you guys haven't even had sex yet?" I groaned in annoyance as Lola cut my hair, asking questions about Niall and I.

"No we haven't, we've only been together for two months Lola. We're going to take it slow," she mumbled unheard words under her breath as I sighed, she was annoying me today. "Does he think you're attractive? I mean, you're hot don't get me wrong. But, does he like.. jesus how do I put this into words." I raised an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me, not getting what she was trying to say.

"So you're not sexual with him, does he still think you're attractive? Or, is he like a needy guy? If he is, ill kill him." I laughed lightly at her comment, shaking my head slowly.

"No, he's not needy. And I'm not really sure, I haven't asked him." That actually made me wonder if Niall thought I was 'attractive' because we haven't done it yet, if that makes sense. I mean, he would of left me if he wasn't happy. Right?

"Stop thinking so much, you're going to wrinkles. Your hair is done." I rolled my eyes before I stood up from the toilet seat, staring at my hair in aw. It was a midnight black, the roots looked like it had a tint of dark blue. I had side bangs with my hair cut to my elbows, I loved it. But, I still looked like Olivia. No matter what I did.

"Liam's coming to get me, there's an outfit on your bed for Niall. Love you!" She pecked me on the cheek before rushing out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in the room. Everything seemed so much more, calm around here. Elizabeth left early this morning, my mom had seemed happy. But I wasn't, it seemed too different here. It didn't feel right. I pushed the thoughts away entering my room as I peeled my shirt off staring at the outfit that laid on the bed. A long black sleeve shirt with a v-cut, a pair of dark colored skinny jeans with my brown leather boots. Not too shabby. I zipped the boots up, letting out a huff as I did. I applied eyeliner and mascara, not bothering to get into the other make up. I grabbed my purse off the bed packing my charger incase my phone were to die.

"Mom?" I called while going down the stairs, loud laughs filled the kitchen meaning she was in there with Hunter. I leaned against the wall frame, watching as they cut up watermelon.

"Hi honey, where are you going? You look nice, I like the new hair." The words tumbled out from her lips as I laughed, she was quite the talker.

"I was actually going to Niall's for a while, I'm not sure if I'll be home." She frowned at me slightly, nodding.

"I was making dinner, but go ahead." I gave her an apologetic smile, about to leave when Hunter spoke up.

"What? Ashley, you don't let her just leave. You're making a beautiful dinner, she can stay home." My eyes widened as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Excuse me? But you are not my parent, you will not tell me what to do." My mother sighed, shaking her head.

"Heather, just go." She mumbled, I shook my head exiting the house as I slammed the door shut behind me. I dug through my bag searching for my keys, ignoring the shouts coming from the house. I grabbed the keys as I got into the car, buckling up before leaving.

I shut off the car as I stopped in front of the adandoned house, my throat tightning as my hands became shaky. I gripped the white envelope in my hand as I got out, closing the door behind me. My feet crunched under the rocks, looking behind me to make sure no one would show up. The old chipped stairs creaked beneath me, making me feel like I was in a scary movie. Just the thought of that gave me chills up my spine. I raised my fist, knocking on the door.

"Well, please come inside love." Clayton greeted, smirking as I stepped inside. I seemed to become more uncomfortable alone with Clayton, he could do anything. So could Max.