PROBLEMS (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction AU)

Six

Everything was going well. I had Effy back. She was with me in my room. We picked up where we left off. Where we left off before I ruined everything like I always do. She is the only person who I can count on. She is the only person who truly knows me. Not my mother, father or brother. Not even the people I used to call band mates. Just Effy. I had my face in-between her legs, grabbing her thighs as I pleased her. I could see she was enjoying it by the way her body responded to my touch. I was about to finish until she moved away from me. I lifted my head and wiped my mouth. She looked annoyed. Her brown eyes seemed empty and soulless.     

"I thought you were enjoying that? I know I was." I smirked; moving closer to her trying to continue where we left off before she became all defensive at god knows what. You could see the disgust on her face as I moved towards her placing my hands on her waist. She moved back even more, creating a gap between the two of us after slapping my hands which hurt by the way! What is wrong with her? One minute she’s getting me off and the net she’s acting as if I forced myself onto her. Women, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. I rubbed my hand trying to remove the small sharp sting that she left behind.

“Effy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I was angry. I didn’t do anything wrong for once and she was acting as if it was that day all over again. I could tell that my voice was harsh yet there was a hint of confusion. I needed answers. I looked over to her and she was already dressed holding a bottle up to my face. Shit. No, no, no, fuck, shit on it. She wasn’t meant to find that. I hid it. This is bad; very, very bad.  My eyes went wide and tried to put on my best poker face. I knew that she could see right through it but I was going to take my chances.

“This! This is what is wrong with me Niall. You lied. You fucking lied to me!” she started to shout. Oh god she started to cry. How do you stop a girl from crying tears of pain? It was much easier on tour when girls started to cry. All I had to do was give them a hug and a picture and also throw in an ‘I love you too.’ I miss the simple days. I started to pace around my bedroom thinking. She started to cry more. I can’t deal with crying girls.

“It’s not mine.” Why did I say that? That is the worst thing you could ever say to someone who has caught you out. I mentally slapped myself.  

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not! It’s… Harry’s.”  Well done Niall, blame someone else. That’ is what you’re good at.  I know she wouldn’t believe that. I don’t know why I blame him. I guess it is because he is the only other person who tried with me.

"Are you shitting me? Harry. Harry fucking Styles came into your room. Had half a bottle of Whisky. Left it under your bed and left without anybody seeing him. He has skills. I'll give him that." She started to tempt me with the bottle by swaying it in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I know she was doing it to make me tell the truth but I’ve already dug myself a hole, what is the point? I scratched my neck out of pure nervousness and put my shirt and pants back on. I needed to distract myself from what she was trying to do.    

"Yeah...he was here last week... He must have forgotten it. I'll just take it back and give it to him next time I see him." I mumbled my lie. I wasn’t even here last week! I attempted to remove the bottle from her as carefully as I could so I wouldn’t seem desperate. It failed. She knew I wanted it badly so she pulled away before I even got close. My breathing became unsteady. I opened that bottle yesterday. It was a mistake. Everything was getting worse for me and I just needed something to sooth me. I couldn’t speak to Effy because she hated me, well at least that what I thought. I tried to call the boys but they sent my calls straight to voicemail. Harry did answer but he couldn’t stay for long, he was having family time.