"Goddamnit Julia!"
Niall throws me on the bed. As my legs hang off, Niall's hips slide inbetween. Feeling uncomfortable, yet safe considering we're wearing clothes. Niall leans his upper body down to mine and says some things that fly past my hearing. All I could think of was how I'm supposed to escape this. While Niall is too busy talking, I slowly move my right leg inbetween his legs. I notice Niall is somewhat becoming aware of my actions so I have to do it fast.
Niall locks his sharp, icy eyes with my confused, dark ones. He pulls his chest away from mine and instead he grabs my left thigh and tugs me closer to him. I realize that if I lift my right leg up I'm sure to hit him in the crotch and get the hell out of here!
"Julia, ya gotta promise not to do that again."
It took me a couple seconds to realize Niall was talking about my attempt to leave before when we were in the front yard.
"Okay Julia?"
I make an attempt to nod 'yes' but I'm too focused on trying to do what he just said not to. Niall begins to lean close to me again, but this time his eyes flicker from my neck to my eyes. Niall licks his top lip almost seductive.
Now Julia.
Closing my eyes, I whip my right leg up. Feeling so accomplished I open my eyes to only find Niall holding my leg still with his hand.
"You're a smart one Ms. Julia." He slightly chuckles.
Goddamn Niall with his perfect reflexes.
Niall quietly lines his lips with my ear. He softly blows his breath onto my ear. The warm air soothing my skin as I let out a small weep.
"I thought you would be an easy one," His breathe tickles as his words travel through my brain.
He pulls away and holds himself up with his arms. "But I guess not."
Wait a second. "Niall, no."
He smirks and feels up my back.
"What the hell! Niall get off!" I push my hands against his chest.
His smirk begins to flatten. His face begins to change shape with rage. He huffs as he stands up.
"Fine. I'm going down stairs!" Niall snickers.
The sound of the hard slam drags on in my brain. What an asshole.
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After that hissy fight, I get dressed into a red and white striped soccer tee which is clearly Niall's because on the back it says "Niall 1". I grab some grey sweat pants that I found in the drawers. Everything is so over-sized and comfortable, and who cares if hates that fact that I'll be wearing his clothes. I'm certainly not wearing the short blue dress that has just disappeared since last night.
Goddamnit Niall. I hate him.
He probably threw the dress out or lost it or something of the nature.
I'm just going to tell him I want to leave and go back to my friends, Carmen and Dean.
Dean.
"Shit." Slips past my lips.
I quickly tie a bow with the sweatpants strings and rush downstairs. My feet jump down on the floor. I listen for Niall's movements in the house. I hear creaks from Niall's feet in the kitchen. I am greeted by a granite center table and a unconcerned Niall. I take a glance at Niall eating an apple while leaning against the counter. Before Niall could see my looks, I whip around to the fridge.
"Hey Niall?" I ask as I examine the food in the fridge.
"Hm?" Niall questions.
"Do you happen to know" I turn around and press my hands on the center table My eyes beat down on Niall. "anything about my friend, Dean?"
"Dean? Dean Collins?"
My heart skipped a beat when Niall said Dean's last name. How the hell does he know my best friend, who I've been friends with forever? Why has Dean never mentioned Niall? What the fuck is going on?
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Hey guys! So yeah I'm really sorry about how long it's been taking to write. But I'm going to really try to keep going. :D so yeah I hope you like this chapter.
