Cold Water (Dark Niall)

27:"Do you like flattering yourself?"

I knoooow it's been over a month since the last chapter, but I've been extremely busy because I have one more week left of exams and then I'm all yours :) Yesterday was my birthday and today is 1D Day so here's a 8,6k chapter to make up for everything !

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Previously on chapter 26:

My makeup is still good, thank God, but I am not. Seeing Niall without a shirt, full of fluorescent paint and his hair pulled up into a fucking quiff of all things...it's too much.

"It's occupied." I say when the door creaks open.

I look up into the mirror and of course it's Niall.

"It's occupied." I tell him again and turn around to face him, leaning against the counter.

"I heard you the first time."

"What are those?" I ask, pointing to the jars filled with the colors white, green and red. Stupid question.

He doesn't answer and locks the door.

"I'm leaving now." I announce.

"But Bryan specifically asked me to make sure that everyone is wearing at least a color tonight and I promised I'd do that." Niall says and bites his lip to hide a smile.

"Well, I can't really paint my body because, in case you haven't noticed, I'm wearing a dress." I tell him.

He looks down at my body. "I've noticed."

"So, no thank you. And how did you know I'd be here?"

Niall rolls his eyes. "You're always impatient, of course you'd be here."

Fuck.

"You could paint your face." He suggests, not letting it go.

"I already wiped my face once today, my makeup is going to be fucked."

"But Bryan asked me to." He says, pushing it, and we both know that Bryan wasn't that fucking insistent.

"Yeah? And what do you suggest? Should I go home and then change into something else just so you'll shut up?" I ask.

He shakes his head and comes closer to place the jars on the counter next to me, so I take a step sideways to get further away from him.

"I've got an idea." Niall says with a tone I definitely don't like.

Except that I fucking do. And I hate it.

I hate him.

"I hate you." I tell him.

"But I've got an idea." He says in a whiny voice.

"Your ideas are always bad." I complain, looking up at him through my lashes. Do I know that it used to turn him on? Yes. Do I regret it? No.