Hired |N.H|

-Chapter 23

"I don't know how you can say that." I said, shaking my head at Niall in disbelief. 

"Say what?" He asked me. 

"That this fucking relationship is strictly platonic." I said. 

"Why can't I say that?" He asked me. 

"Because, you're sending me all the wrong signals." I irritably said. 

"How am I even sending you any signals?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

"Oh, I don't know, being playful with me, teasing me and fucking cuddling me at night." I snapped at him. 

"So, what I can't be nice to someone now without having to be their fucking boyfriend?" Niall yelled at me. 

"There's a difference between being nice to someone and fucking taking them into your bed at night." I spat at him. 

"Maybe I like the company?" 

"I am not your freaking doll." I snapped. 

"No, but you're trying me to make me yours." He yelled. He turned around and peered around to obviously make sure nobody else was around here but other than us, the place was deserted. 

"I'm not trying to make you my doll.." 

"Well, why the fuck are you shouting at me for saying you'll never actually be my real girlfriend?" He shouted at me. 

"Because- because I like you." I said, in a voice barely audible. 

"Well, what can I do about that?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. "If I don't like you back there's not much I can do." He said, though there seemed to be a little bit of uncertainty in his voice. "You know fine well you're not my type and I have no feelings for you whatsoever." He said and I looked up at him with hurtful eyes. 

"You have no feelings for me but you'll cuddle me?" I asked him. 

"Jenny, just because you cuddle someone doesn't mean you like them." He sighed. 

"You can't just cuddle me and expect me to think nothing of it. 

"Well, I think nothing of it." He spat. "I don't like you, why can't you understnd that." 

"So all those times you kissed me, you felt nothing." I said, my confidence fading with every word I spoke. I wanted to knwo the answer, but deep down, I knew it would probably hurt more than anything. 

"We're not fucking talking about whether I liked the kiss or not." Niall snapped, much to my surprise. 

"Yes we are." I replied. 

"Well, maybe I don't remember how it felt." He yelled at me. 

"Then maybe you need to kiss me again." I yelled back. 

"Maybe I fucking do." He shouted. 

"Well then what are you fucking waiting for?" I asked him, throwing my hands in the air. 

"You're making me so fucking mad." He said, pulling my body to stand up with him. "I swear to god." He hissed, his hot breath on my lips. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes stared harshly into mine. 

"You make me so mad too." I hissed against his lips making him groan. He dug his fingers into my hips and hissed against my lips again. 

"Touch me you bitch." 

"Fucking kiss me you bastard." I said back and he just really went for it. It was broken kisses to start with and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue inched out of his mouth and he licked my bottom lip, but I denied him entrance. He let out a frustrated groan and pulled back, looking at me with a questioning look while I smirked at him.