phobias // n.h. au

three

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(a/n: if the arrows point to the left it's Nialls point of view, to the right it'll be Tristan's)

Messing around with her was my favorite thing to do. I sat beside her on that edge of the mattress, taunting her. I breathed heavily on her neck, seeing goosebumps rise.

I chuckled and went to the other side in a flash. I could move anyway I wanted without her knowing. I whispered in her other ear, feeling her tense and shiver.

Her quaking body was a sight to see, and brought joy to my black eyes.

But then I felt a quake in my own body. I felt my black eyes snap shut and reopen as my old icy blue ones. She out her hands on her face and I saw a tear run down her cheek. Without thinking, I reappeared in front of her, and wiped her tear away.

"Oh stop princess, I'm here to help ya." I cooed, trying to calm her down. Tears stopping flowing and she looked me dead in the eye, and I felt them turning black again, and I turned invisible.

"Dammit!" I yelled, throwing a few things off her desk and on to the floor. I couldn't become soft, or Greg would find out.

I heaved and pulled on my hair, stopping in front of her. She looked scared, but not as she should be. She looked as if she wasn't as scared anymore.

Anger flushed through my veins and I felt adrenaline pump through me. I spun on my heel and furiously stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I felt my eyes completely black, but for that minute they weren't was when I was visible, the real me.

I whipped around and punched the concrete pillar, needing the sweet relief. I huffed and sat down on the couch, running my fingers through the lilac bundle on my head. I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes, knowing finally it was time I talked to him.

He would scold me, and I knew it, but he knew how to start off. I had no idea how to deal with this girl, and let alone help her. I was pushing the limit, that was for sure.

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I woke up the next morning before the girl, and remembered the bottle of pills sitting on the bathroom counter. I grabbed a glass of water and a pill and trudged off silently to the confinement of the girl. I heard nothing, but I stepped into the room anyway. She looked at me a little nervous.

"I thought you said this pill wouldn't help me." she said taking the glass and pill on her pale hands and popping the pill in her mouth.

"Take it anyway." I snapped, still pissed at myself from the night before. I left her room and she followed, and I flopped on the couch. I could feel her staring at me and my still night eyes, but I didn't move.

"What is your name?" she choked on her words

"Niall." I mumbled.

"Tristan. How old are you Niall?"

"Well Tristan, I wasn't really born, but I was told I'm 20." I said, feeling my eyes waiver from changing into blue. I fought them back and realized I had to keep them like this until after I talked with Greg.

I pushed myself off the couch and walked right up to Tristan, feeling her muscles tighten and flex once I got close enough to her. When I passed, she relaxed and I laid a hand on the door knob, feeling her still staring at me.

"I uh, have to run an errand." I said stepping out if the doorway and down the hall. I heard the door close behind me, and I diverted my mind away from the petite girl still in the apartment room.

Instead, I pushed my head to the thought of Greg, my older and wider brother. He assigned me to this job, and he had big ideas for me inside the demon world. Little did he know, I was youngest of every third generation, and also the only one who has to fight off all good inside them.