Eccentric (Niall Horan)

Chapter 30

I attempt to turn on my side but my muscles are sore, I can barely move my arm. I feel like my heart grew ten million times bigger and is now pounding throughout my whole body. My body feels like it did a full workout and if I think about it, what happened last night was a workout.

Groaning in pain I sit up. Last night. Was rough sex and when I look around me, Niall isn't in the room with me. For some reason I would have wished to have him in here, to wake up to the sound of his snoring, if he snores. To have his arm wrapped around my waist like in the movies. But I'm not surprised he didn't stay. I'm surprised I'm in his tank top. The last thing I remember is collapsing on top of him and falling asleep.

Attempting one more time I get up from my bed when I catch myself on the mirror. Niall's tank top falls just above my thigh but long to have my chest exposing. That isn't what catches my eye though. The bruises on my shoulders and arms is what catches my eye. I move closer to the mirror.

Niall's fingers are firmly printed on my skin. I part my lips and I notice a bite on the corner of my mouth, running my tongue over it. Not only that, when I pull on my bottom lip to flip it over I got bite marks in the inside of my lip.

What has he done to me?

Remembering the moments that happened last night makes me smile. I've never felt so good in so long. I've never felt so happy before. But I frown when I point out that Niall left. He must have put his shirt on me.

Heading to my drawers I pull out a clean pair of panties and a bra. I slip them on and keep Niall's tank top on.

I look at the mess in my room. The pillows are scattered on the floor and my clothing are practically ripped to shreds. Everything was ripped off of me. I toss them away when I notice shoes. Male shoes. Niall's shoes.

He's still in the house. I don't think he would leave without his shoes. I can already feel my heart hopping in joy and smiles as it claps. It's heartwarming really.

Pulling on some shorts from my drawers I put them on and jog out of my room. Not even minding that it's a mess in there. I check the living room first, and then the gym. Entering the kitchen, he's standing with his hands on the island and his head facing the floor, shirtless. It's not exactly the first time I've seen him without a shirt, more like the millionth time. But looking at him right now, lost in thought, he looks... different. Strangely different.

"Niall" I say barely coming out a whisper but loud enough. Niall looks up meeting his eyes with mine and instantly straightens his back, his jaw tensing.

"Look Century" He says but I get lost with the sound of my name rolling off his lips. "What happened last night, let's keep it on the lay low" I furrow my eyebrows almost losing my breath for a brief moment.

"W-What?" My throat is sore, I think I might have lost my voice.

"Let's just forget what happened between us, pretend like it never did happen" He hesitates. "I didn't mean to hurt you either" Is he apologizing? "I'm not apologizing either because I don't, I don't do that because I don't know how to" My chest is beginning to ache. A few seconds ago I felt so happy, extraordinary, but now I feel every bit of happiness shatter before me.

"Oh" I look away from his eyes not wanting them to break me more then I already am. "I was right" I shrug my shoulder pressing my lips in a thin line.

"What?" It's Niall's turn to sound confused.

"I was right" I repeat, his breathing hitching. "I knew from the moment you kissed me, you were just using me"

"No Century I wasn't using you either" He says.

"Oh yeah?" I'm on the verge of tears. this can't be happening again.

"Because it sure fucking feels like it. We had sex last night and then you come up with this. You know usually when someone doesn't use someone else for sex they usually don't tell the other to keep it on the lay low the next day, they just don't mention it to other people" I can tell he's taken aback by my sudden outburst and as always he quickly recovers.

"Then don't mention it" My heart falls apart. I can feel it being pulled and torn out of my chest. This is such a foreign feeling. "Don't mention it to anyone" His Adam's apple bobs and his nostrils flare.

Niall gets out of from behind the counter and looks at me with intensity before he focuses behind me. I didn't even realize he was still in boxer briefs.

His legs toned with muscle and firm. You can tell he works out, which makes him irresistible. It only makes my heart hurt even more with just the thought of what happened. He held me and it felt real but the moment the day hit light, I slipped right through his fingers. Or worse I let him slip through my fingers.

Clearing my nose, I wipe the few tears that my eyes released. With confidence I follow Niall. By the time I'm out of the kitchen, Niall's at the top of the stairs. He looks at me, barely a glance but continues his walk.

"You still have the courage to follow me" Every hurt word he says sends a dagger right through my heart.

"This is my house" I point out jogging up the stairs.

"So you're going to kick me out then?" He says stepping into my room. Following behind him like a lost puppy I make sure I keep my door open.

"If it pleases you to" I say firmly. Niall looks up his Adam's apple bobbing again.

"There are other things that pleases me" He says raking my body with his eyes. I can sense the perverted comment in there but get a hint of seriousness.

"Well isn't that a shocker" I cross my arms.

"Why are you being a bitch!" Niall snaps suddenly, his tone loud and angry.

"Me?" I say silently compared to his voice.

"Who do you fucking think I'm talking to" He points the obvious and grabs his shorts from my chair by my desk. It's really hard to concentrate when you have some god shirtless in front of you.

"Why are you like the way you are?" I ask the questions that's been sitting in the back of my head since that first day I met him.

Niall slips his shoes on, making sure to take his time to put them on just to burn time. He doesn't even tie his shoelaces. He's taking his time to think deeply in his thoughts.

"Did you have a dark past like every guy like you would have?" I ask angrier then I had expected. But it was a mistake to say it when stomps in front of me and shuts the door loudly.

"You expect a guy like me to have a dark past? You think that's the explanation for me being the way I am?" His chest hits me lightly to back me up. "Not every fucking guy is like that Century" I focus my gaze on his lip rings. The way they move when he talks.

"Don't be so vain. Everyone that looks like this isn't the result of their past. Not always, the past is in the past no one lives there anymore" He pushes me against the wall losing his temper. He can no longer control it. I step over the line again and I fear that he might actually want to hit me. Being in the situation I'm in, I still can't help but feel the temptation to kiss him.

Niall's eyes don't make a movement for almost a minute. It's impossible and I'm pretty sure he's not even really looking into my eyes.

"Don't kiss me" He pushes himself away making sure I stay pinned against the wall and pulls on his hair.

"What?" Could he read minds?

"Don't come near me" He doesn't look at me and I haven't moved an inch.

"See this is what drives me nuts about you, your so different from the others, quiet, confusing" I feel like I'm in the moment of pulling my hairs out.

"I drive you nuts?" Niall's voice is soft. He looks up from the floor looking into my eyes. He looks very sentimental his eyes flashing with so many emotions.

"I also said your different, quiet, and confusing" I stutter. Niall makes his way back over to me. Slowly he bends down to whisper in my ear his breath fanning down my neck, his voice seductive.

"Confusing is just another way of making you want to understand"