The Dark Side - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 7

“Your first finger goes on the first fret second string, your second finger goes on the second fret fourth string, and your third finger goes on the third fret fifth string.” Niall stated softly as he carefully placed each of my fingers where they needed to be on the neck of the guitar. I was sitting on his lap with the guitar in mine, and he was teaching me the C chord. 

“Now you strum all the strings except the low E string.” I did as I was told and it didn’t sound that bad. I smiled as Niall kissed my neck and told me it sounded awesome. 

”I’m tired of learning, can you just sing for me?” I asked and looked up at him, since he know I love when he sings. He kissed me tenderly on the lips and smiled before I slid off of him and handed him the guitar.

He slowly started strumming the beginning to ‘I’m Yours’ and his beautiful voice filled the small bedroom. I sat on the floor in front of him and held my knees to my chest, watching as his perfect face formed the words to one of my favorite songs.

When he played the last note, I stood up and gently connected my lips to his. I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder while he played random chords. I messed with a string on his T-shirt and he slowly stopped playing. I looked up at him and he looked sad.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked softly as I hugged his bicep.

“I wish I could have met him.” he states and wove his fingers with mine. I looked at him confused and he kissed my face. “Mason.” he said softly and my heart tensed.

“I miss him a lot. But you remind me of him in so many ways.” I whispered as I laid back on the bed. He did the same and we turned to face each other. He looked at me expectantly and I explained why, “You are so sweet and innocent, just kind in general. You are comforting, and for me like a breath of fresh air, which I thought I lost when I lost Mason.” 

He placed his hand on my neck and slowly leaned in, creating the sudden urge for my lips to be on his. I leaned in and right as our lips were about to touch, Zayn burst through the door, squirting Niall with a squirt gun.

I screamed and jumped under the blankets, with Niall close behind. Zayn kept spraying the sheets so Niall poked his head up to tell him to stop, I got an idea. 

I bit down hard on Niall’s arm, and knowing he how would react, it would seem like I was doing ‘something else’.

“Ahhg, Kaylee!” he yelped and Zayn screamed.

“Ew! You guys are disgusting!” and with that he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Why did you bite my arm?” he asked as I crawled out from under the sheets.

“Because to a dirty minded nineteen year old, it looked and sounded like I was doing something else.” I giggled and he broke into one of his adorable fits of laughter.

Once he composed himself we went to join them outside, receiving funny looks from them all.

“You gave him a blow job right in front of Zayn?” Harry asked, holding back the giggles.

“No, it’s called biting your boyfriends arm.” I laughed and sat down next to him.

“Ahahaha, oh my god, Zayn, your so gullible!” Louis laughed and we all burst into giggles.

“Niall, it’s kind of sad that you really didn’t get lucky.” Liam said as we all calmed down.

I smirked and Niall pouted so I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before returning back to my seat.

“No PDA!” Zayn shouted and I stuck my tongue out at him. 

“Harry and Louis display PDA all the time.” I joked, innocently and the two boys pretended to make out.

“Okay, fair enough.” Zayn said sarcastically and crossed his arms, making me giggle.

I heard the door open and close, then footsteps toward the patio.

“My moms never home this early.” I stated softly and looked at the door. A familiar man walked trough the door with my mom close behind, she looked… happy.

“Kaylee, boys, what’s up?” she asked as they stood in the center of our circle.

“Nothing, but there sure is something up with you.” I mumbled and looked the man up and down, trying to point out what was so… different from the other men she’s brought home.

“Oh, right, boys, this is Steve Marken, Kaylee’s father.” she chirped and my whole body froze. I didn’t blink, I didn’t breathe, I didn’t move an inch, I just stared at the man who walked out on us.