SnowBaz Oneshots

One Week- Part 3

*Basilton's POV*

"N-Niall?" I ask carefully as he comes into my room at 20:30, an evil smirk on his lips that I know all too well.

"Oh, Basilton, I've been thinking that you've been here for two weeks, and have yet to do anything to repay me for offering you a room." Niall's voice drips with a tone I wished I would never hear again. Especially not from him.

My only thought is to play dumb. Maybe it'll confuse him enough for me to come up with a real plan.

"What are you taking about? You said I didn't have to pay rent if I stayed. I even offered and you declined." I say in the most innocent voice I can muster. It doesn't work, Niall sees right through my act. He takes careful steps towards me, making sure that he is always blocking the only doorway out. I start to squirm on my spot on the bed, hoping to any god out there that someone will come save me. Just as he is a meter or so away, a hopeless idea strikes in my head. And although it may be hopeless, it's my only option.

"I thought you changed, Niall." I say in a disappointed tone. I make myself smaller, bring my legs to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. "You were nice, wonderful even, only a couple weeks ago, but it seems it was all an act, wasn't it? You know, I actually started to think you could be a decent guy, one I would maybe even come to be friends with in the future. Not now. I know now that it was all a cruel act and that you are just as evil and hateful as you were all those years ago. I also know what you are thinking now, and I only have one thing to say: why? Why not truly change and be a better person? Why think the thoughts I know you are and do the things I know you want to do, maybe even try to do. Does it truly bring you joy when yo-"

I'm cut off by my cell blaring in the now quiet room. I immediately grab it from off the side table and see the face of the one who would never put me in this situation. 'Simon...' My mind sighs in relief. I don't even glance at Niall as I press the green button.

"Hello, Darling." Says my love's cheery voice. I smile at him, but both of us know it's forced.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Simon's face contorts in worry and I'm afraid of telling him the truth. 'What if he thinks I provoked it? That that's the reason why I came, even though it wasn't at all?' My mind starts to panic.

Apparently I took to long to answer, because Simon starts to panic as well. Which in no way is helping the situation. "Baz, what's wrong? Is everything okay? Well, don't answer that. I know something is wrong. Come on, Darling, answer me."

Listening to Simon's rushed voice, I almost forget that Niall is still less than a meter away from me. As if he read my mind, Niall comes closer to me, sitting right beside me but still not in view of Simon. I don't know whether to announce to Simon Niall's presence, or act as if I'm here alone. There are downsides to each option. If I tell Simon, then, knowing him, he would jump to conclusions and freak out. But if I don't tell him, Niall might stay here after the call is over. My mind is at battle with itself of what to do.

Then something happens that makes up my mind for me, but was never an option that came up. Before I can slap the wanker across his ugly face, Niall's lips are on mine, in full view of Simon. I try to push him away, dropping my cell in the process, but it seems as though Niall has been going to the gym because he is stronger than he was when we were together. I try to yell at him to get off, but his mouth remains on mine, preventing me from saying a word. My mind starts to race and my body goes still as I forget anything I have ever learn of self defense.

I feel Niall's lips start to move away from me and it pulls me back into reality. I try yelling at him again, but Niall knows all my weaknesses. Just as I'm about to scream his name in anger, Niall reaches a spot on my throat that always makes me moan. Unfortunately, my mind doesn't have time to stop my mouth from dying his name. "Niall..." I moan put involuntary.