A Pure Boy's Darkness.

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Niall was a fifteen years old boy that was never trusted by his mother, so he always had to have a babysitter whenever she was out with his dad. Niall felt like such a child, even his friends Luke, Kenny and Landon were allowed to be home by themselves, and they were so much more immature than him. Niall was sitting in his room, looking up at the ceiling, mumbling to himself. Before He heard a knock on his door, followed by his mothers voice.

"Niall, your dad and I are going out tonight, and you are going to be watched by your dads friends younger brother, Harry." She smiles, as she opens the door wider walking into his room. "Mom, I don't need a baby sitter. I'm fifteen years old I'm more than capable of staying by myself." He groans irritated, as the door bells starts to ring. "That must be him!" She smiles, getting up, and walking out of his room, going down into the living room.

Niall just laid their in his room, listening to his mother and the strange man talking. He could clearly tell from his voice that he was British. "I assure you we will be fine, Mrs. And Mr. Horan. If anything happens I'll be sure to call." Niall got up, going down the steps near his room a little to see who this guy 'Harry' was. He sat down on the third step, looking down at a curly haired taller boy. He looked no older than eighteen. Harry was wearing a pair of dark tight skinny jeans and a black button down shirt. Niall bit his lip as his parents left. Harry shut the door behind them, turning around to be surprised to see Niall.

"Holy shit." He said, laying a hand on his chest. "Don't do that." Niall just sat there not saying a single word, he was in a different world, thinking about other things in his mind. "You must be Niall." He said again, waiting for a reply, but never got one. Harry started to become uncomfortable, he walked away from Niall going into the living room, sitting on a couch. He grabbed the Telly's remote, putting on a random television show. After a few minutes, Niall came in, sitting down next to him. "You know you can leave. I'm quit old enough to handle myself." Niall finally spoke, looking at the older boy. He shakes his head, looking into Niall's blue orbs that were glistening at the moment. "I'm afraid, I'm being payed to stay here. And, I can't leave you here. So just stop complaining and deal with it." Niall raises his eyebrow, biting his lip again, out of habit.

"And what will happen if I don't stop complaining?" Niall mumbled quietly. Harry looked at the television, completely ignoring his question. Niall sat there quietly not saying a single word for a couple moments. "I'm inviting friends over." He finally spoke, going over to his kitchen phone, since his parents didn't trust him with that either. He pressed a couple buttons on the phone before putting it to his ear. He listened to the phone ring multiple times. A hand slowly crept onto his hand, taking the phone away from him, placing if back where it was before.

"What the hell was that for!" Niall said, angrily. Harry shook his head, looking down at him. "No company, that's the number one rule your parents told me. So no ones coming over, got it?" Niall went to reach for the phone again. Harry grabbed both his wrists, pinning them against the kitchen wall. Niall gasped surprisingly since he was now pinned from behind with his chest against the wall with Harry close behind him. Niall could hear Harry's heartbeat against his back. "Let me go!" He whined, trying to get out of the older boys grip. Harry smirked a little to himself. "Are you going to be a good boy?" Niall gulped. "Y-yes." He stuttered as Harry pulled away. "Good." Niall turned around watching Harry walk back to the couch.

Harry picked up his phone, texting someone on it, as Niall stood astounded in the kitchen. "Come on, we have a party to go to." He says after reading a text from a guy named Ed. "W-what." Niall said, his ears not believing what he just heard. "I said, we are partying." Harry repeats, getting up from the couch, quickly walking to the door. "Hurry up, I'm getting laid tonight, and you aren't being a cock block." Niall chuckles to himself quietly. "You sound desperate." He says, walking over to Harry who had the door open already for him. Niall reached down slipping on his black converses, walking down the steps to a black range rover that he guessed was Harrys'.

Harry followed behind Niall, jumping into the drivers side, quickly. Niall opened the door getting in, and putting on his seatbelt on. He stared out the window quietly, not saying a single word. The car ride was quiet, except for the music that was playing in the background so it wouldn't be that awkward. After about ten minutes of driving on a main road in Ireland he slowly pulls up to a house that had a lot of cars parked in the persons yard. It was a rather large house that had tons of people outside, dancing to music that was blasting. He parks his car in the drive way, turning the car off. "Stay here. It'll only take ten minutes." Harry said, before shutting the door, literally sprinting into the house.

Niall sighed waiting in the car. He wasn't a talkative person so staying here was alright since he knew if he walked inside there would be plenty of people inside. He started to get very bored, starring at people from his car, so he decided to unbuckle his seatbelt, open the door, and get out. He slowly made his way up to the door, people were staring at him, knowing he didn't belong, but Niall ignored them, as he walked inside the open door. There were people dancing and grinding against each other, which made him bite his lip, he continued to walk through out the house.

SHAKE THAT ASS FOR ME, SHAKE THAT ASS FOR ME COME ON GIRL.

Niall recognized the song by Eminem it was called 'Shake That' it was perfect for the sights that he had been seeing throughout the house. He slowly walked over to some alcoholic beverages. He reaches for one but a hand catches his. "How old are you?" A blonde haired beautiful girl asked, looking down at him. "I-I'm fifteen." He stuttered. She smiles, letting go of his hand. "I began going to parties when I was your age," She says, pausing. "And, by the way my names Stephanie, and this is my party. I don't remember inviting you." Niall grabs a shot that was on a tray, he quickly swallows the whiskey, burning his throat for a couple moments. He was already dazed from the shot. "So, you never told me your name." Stephanie says, catching his attention. "My names Niall, but you can call me 'Ni' for short." He smiles, as she gets pulled away with a group of girls. "See yeah later, Niall!" She yelled smiling. Niall smiled back, waving to her.

After a couple more shots Niall was completely lost at mind. He couldn't think straight and he was struggling to walk. He walked up the steps of the house, almost falling down them several times. All Niall could remember was going into the bathroom, and laying down on the bathroom floor on a rug, curled up with his legs against his chest.