From Hate To Lust

Chapter Eleven

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I went back to my new routine of spending the day in my dorm once I got there from class. Like all those other days I tried to study again, sitting at my desk and blankly staring at my notes and the endlessly long texts in my books. I couldn’t keep a single thing in my head; it was like all those words I read didn’t get through to my brain. My eyes did recognize the letters and words but they didn’t reach my brain, I didn’t understand what I read and couldn’t make sense of it. Even though I never used to have problems with my studies. I let out a long sigh and laid down on my bed slowly, digging my face into the pillow. I kept my eyes shut tightly and tried my best to forget how amazing Niall had looked like earlier today and how I had loved to hear his voice with that attractive Irish accent of his. I could listen to him for hours and soon found myself imagining to be lying next to him, feeling his arms against mine and I’d just be listening to the sound of his voice. And every now and then he would let out a small laugh about what he’d be talking about, enjoying his little jokes. I’d listen to his calm breathing whenever he would pause and wait for his soft voice to finally return. I dozed off while imagining the warmth of his body next to mine.

When I woke up I was still lying on my stomach with my face buried in the pillow. I didn’t want to open my eyes, my head was aching from my nap and I still felt exhausted. Just when my head started to get a little clearer, I noticed something warm was touching my arm. It felt just like I had imagined the warmth of Niall’s body next to mine before I had fallen asleep. I groaned sleepily and tried to roll over until I realized that this particular warm thing was blocking my way.  My eyes flew open and I lifted my head up so quick that I felt a little dizzy afterwards. I gasped when I saw the source of the warmth – it was actually Niall. He lay on his back right next to me, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. His lips looked so kissable and soft and his chest was slowly rising and falling. I was pretty sure that my mouth was forming agape as I watched him sleeping in my bed, shocked about his sudden presence. Several different emotions started to rush through my mind and I couldn’t figure out what to feel. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, like he was the cutest, nicest and most perfect person on earth, like someone had sent him straight from heaven. My heart fluttered as I took in the beauty of his face but then I remembered what he had done to me. That he wasn’t such an angel. He wasn’t that perfect guy I wished he was. No, Niall’s appearance might be stunning but he was a jerk. As I thought about last Saturday I felt the anger overwhelm me. I gripped his arms and started to shake him. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed when he sighed sleepily and opened his eyes slowly. He smirked at my angry face and rubbed his eyes like a small, innocent child.

“Huh?” he mumbled and reached his hand out for my face. He brushed some of my hair out of my face before I slapped his hand away slightly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I repeated impatiently and shifted away from him.

“Your door wasn’t locked,” he said and grinned at me.

“Oh, wasn’t it? So you thought you’d invite yourself in?” I glared at him and his smirk just grew wider at my anger.

“Right,” he answered and giggled. He sat up to face me. His hair was ruffled and he wore a plain blue t-shirt; it fit him perfectly fine. I doubted that there was anything that wouldn’t fit Niall; he’d look stunning in everything. Preferably nothing.

“You’re such a creep, Niall,” I hissed and narrowed my eyes when he laughed his carefree laugh.

“As if you weren’t happy I’m here,” he said and winked at me.