The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Forty-Four

A/N:
IM SO SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT!! I finally got over my writers block :) Hope no one hates me lol.
Loads of drama in this chapter, enjoy the psycho version of The Runner.
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I tugged at Niall's shirt, bringing it over his head to finally get a good look at him. He laid back down, my eyes scanned over his smooth, milky white skin with hunger, my hands controlling themselves as they ran up and down his torso and across his chest.

I bent down to attach my lips onto his neck, recreating the faint outline of the lovebite I had given him previously.

I heard him gasp as my teeth traced over his skin, nipping him slightly then letting my tongue soothe the spot again.

"Har-" Niall started, but I cut him off by slamming my lips back onto his with a feeling of lust overtaking me.
I felt his small hands nervously pull at the hem of my shirt, and I quickly detached our lips to yank it off. I ignored the pain in my shoulder, barely feeling it as goosebumps erupted on my skin at the feeling of his small, warm hands on my body.
My lips found his again, pressing hard until he allowed my tongue to escape into his mouth with a hunger to taste him.

My mind began wandering back to the jail cell I had shared with Carter. I tried to get the feeling out of my head by kissing Niall harder, my hands travelling down his stomach to the hem of his jeans. But it wouldn't go away, that feeling I was forgetting something, it kept coming back.

Suddenly, I remembered what Carter had said. "He's a dealer."

I detached my lips from Niall's in a hurry, pulling my hand off of him and sitting up fast enough to feel dizzy.
Niall stared at me with confused eyes and swollen lips. "Harry?" I shook my head, bringing my hand up to run through my messy hair. "Harry, what's wrong."

"We need to talk," I said, looking at Niall. "About a couple things."

"You're scaring-"

"And I need you to tell me the truth," I interrupted.

Niall stayed quiet, nodding with a worried expression glued to his face. I sighed, sliding back further on the bed to gently place my back against the wall. "Why did you and Zayn break up."

"I already told-"

"No you didn't," I interrupted again.

"What?" Niall sat in front of me with a nervous look. His bare chest was rising and falling fast, like he was nervous.

"You didn't tell me the truth," I said, crossing my good arm underneath my sling.

"What are you talking about?" Niall questioned slowly. "Harry, I told you the-"

"You lied."

"Can you stop interrupting me?" Niall shot.

"Why do you feel the need to lie to me?" I asked, my voice low.

"Who ever said I was lying?" Niall's voice raised. "Harry, I told you the truth about Zayn!"

I wanted to believe him but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to believe him, and it was killing me on the inside. Something inside me knew that Carter was right.

"I'm giving you one last chance," I said lowly, glaring at Niall.

"I'm not ly-"

I quickly stood up and scooped my shirt off the floor, removing my arm from the sling to slide it all the way on.

"Harry, stop," Niall said, his voice sounding shrill. "Harry!"

"I'm leaving, Niall." I turned and slipped on my shoes, ignoring the immense pain in my shoulder.