Consequences *Harry Styles&Niall Horan fanfic* COMPLETED

Chapter Thirteen

I washed off my perfume on my neck but made sure to keep it on my wrist and behind my ear. I wanted to get that reaction out of Niall again. I almost couldn't believe that I wanted to arouse my best friend in front of my boyfriend.

When we arrived at the table I noticed a blonde talking to Niall. I stop aburptly bringing Harry to hault. "What's wrong?"

"That...girl. She's talking to Ni."

"So? Is that a bad thing?"

Is it? Niall is single he could do what he wants. Speak to whomever he wants, flirt with whoever he wants. He could do it all day and night, freely. It was me, who couldn't. I'm the one in a committed relationship. So why do I care that there's a bitch fingering Niall's hair? Making him smile. Making him laugh? Making me sick...

"Aye! There's Harry and Shanti!" Zayn yells waving his hand, gesturing to us to come over. Niall spins around and immediately locks eyes with me and looks at the girl.

"Baby? Are you OK? You look a little green?"

"Ill be back. I--I don't feel too well." I turn away and head to the bathroom. Once I'm inside I let out a grunt and stomp my feet in fusteration. Why is he doing this to me?! How could I let him?

"Upset?"

I turn around and see Niall standing there witnessing my tantrum. "Why are you here? Don't you have someone waiting on you?"

"Don't you? Why are you in here behaving like my nephew?"

"I'm fine." I said wiping off the tear that has fallen. I walk towards the door stopping when Niall grabs my arm.

"Why are you doing this? Why are we?"

"Doing what?"

"This! This game were playing, Shanti."

"What game?! If you have something to say, Niall then say it."

Suddenly Niall grabs my head in his hair and roughly takes my mouth into his. Roughly, I try to shove him away but he only pushes against me harder, pinning me against the wall and his body. His hands search for my pants button and zipper, undoing them both and shoving his fingers inside me. Thrusting harder and deeper into me.

Gripping the sink, I scream out his name as I wither against his fingers, he guesters his fingers in a come here motion inside of me, hitting my spot sending me into a rollercoaster of pleasure as I soak his finger when I reach climax.

"That's what I have to say." Niall says taking his fingers out slowly. I stand there, breathing slowly to bring my heart rate down. When it finally slows down, I manage to pull myself together and button my pants.

"Um.."

"Don't say anything, please." Niall says "Just...come see me. Tonight. Please."

"Niall."

"When Harry's asleep. Room 511. Please." Niall turns to leave but I call out.

"Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

"Are you nuts? I've wondered for so long what you would taste like. What you wound smell like. I may never wash my hands again."

Licking his fingers, he opens the door and leaves.