Care For You ↠ n.h.

10. Are you sure you don't need a new underwear?

Previously on chapter 9:

He sits me on the counter and he pulls out of his jacket a bag of gummies. My eyes widen and he smirks. Damn, he knows my sweet spot. He surely wants to get me back for hitting his sweet spot with BBQ crisps at Louis' party.

He opens the bag and starts eating the gummy bears.

"Pleaseeeee can I have oneeeee????" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, just one." He hands me the bag and instead of grabbing one, I lean my head back and leave the gummy bears to fall into my mouth just like Sam did with the sugar packs when we were in the cafeteria a few weeks ago.

Suddenly, the bag falls from my grip to the ground and I look at my feet. The thought of Sam just crashed me.

"Are you ok?" Niall asks picking up the bag from the floor.

"Uh yeah, yeah it's just that I hate the orange gummy bears and I just ate one." I lie.

"Oh.. Molly hated the orange ones as well."
He murmurs looking down.

"Molly?" I ask and he looks up to me.

"Um she.. she's.." He says.

"She's my sister."

Layla's POV:

"You have a sister?!" I ask him.

"Uhh had a sister." He emphasizes the 'had' part and I frown.

"What do you mean by had?" I'm really curious now.

"She died four years ago." He answers looking at his feet and I mentally slap myself for asking him about it.

"I'm sorry." I say and he nods.

"She was 12." He continues.

"Oh, Niall I'm so sorry." I say and he brushes it off.

"She caused it." He explains.

"She committed suicide?" I ask shocked.

"Well, in a way." He looks at me.

"She died from anorexia." He finally says and I freeze.

"Why? I mean why was she anorexic? What happened?" I ask confused.

"She wanted to lose weight so she decided to go on a diet. That diet became a no meal rule and then she was hospitalized for two weeks before they informed us that her heart had stopped beating." He says with a tear slipping out.

"Oh my god." I say.

"She was terrifying Lay. She'd walk out of her room and she'd look like a skeleton. She wouldn't listen to us! That's why I want to fucking help you, alright? I couldn't help her so if I can do anything to help someone else, I'll do it." He tells me looking at me and it feels like his eyes are looking staight through my soul.

"Niall, you.. you are doing a great job. I'm at
50 kg because of you. Without your help I don't even know what I'd do." I assure him and a smile is playing on his lips.

He then leans in and kisses me. His kiss is now soft, calm it almost feels like I'm kissing my pillow. He pushes me to fall back on the counter and then caps my face with his hands. We are both now laying on the counter and he is on top of me.

He starts grinding against my core and I almost moan in his mouth. His hands slowly travel from my face to my hips. He squeezes my thigh and I smile on his lips. He smiles back and before I know it, he slips a hand under my dress.