Crimes and Punishments [N.H.] (AU) #Wattys2022

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Fourteen
Song Selection:
'Put a Little Love On Me' Niall Horan
'Still' Niall Horan
'Goodbye (with Soap&Skin)' Apparat
'Joel' Apparat

'And the more I drink the more I feel it. That's why I drink too. I try to find sympathy and feeling in drink.... I drink so that I may suffer twice as much!'

Niall was on his fifth bottle of Guinness. He couldn't figure out how the baby was his. He traced every moment, but all he could think about was what she said. We fucked before you broke it off to be with that whore. He took another sip. He lost his girl and is now stuck with a baby that may or may not be his.

He even thought back to Roisin's cold eyes and stoic face when he told her the news of Amanda's pregnancy. She said something about not wanting to be a mistress and it just makes him slightly chuckle now. He heard a knock at the door and looked up. His eyebrows met as he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or not.

Then, the knock was there again. He got up and effortlessly walked to the door where on the other side was Roisin. He leaned against the door and smiled. She was worried, because her small smile was more nervous than shy.

'Hi, Niall, can I come in?' He nodded and opened the door further. She came in and the floral scent followed. He closed the door behind them and watched her walk to the couch.

'What are you doing here?' His question was slightly slurred. She just blinked and briefly licked her lips which drew his eyes for a second before returning to hers. He managed to walk over without stumbling to the settee and sat his bottle down on the coffee table. 'Roisin, what the hell are you doing here?'

'Are you glad you got what you wanted?' He was confused all the sudden and brain became fuzzy. 'You got to fuck me and then, you left. Now, you're about to be a father, isn't that great?' She smiled, but it didn't meet her eyes.

'No,' he slurred a bit. 'It's not great. I want to stay with you and the baby isn't even mine!' She dryly laughed.

'Oh, so now you want a mistress, is that it? You want to leave your soon to be wife alone to go and fuck your future student?' Niall shook his head.

'Stop it. I'm not marrying that cunt. I told you the baby isn't mine! I want you and I'll always want you! You're my Irish Rose, I love you.' She shook her head.

'You don't love me,' she taunts. 'You just think you love me. If you truly loved me, you would fight for me and stop sticking your dick into Amanda!'

'Do you want me to prove to you that I love you? Fine!' Niall started to undo his pants and ripped her underwear.

'Niall—' She cried.

'No, you fucking wanted this.' Then, he froze when more knocks came from the door.

He awoke and sat up with a startle. He was covered in a film of sweat, still wearing the same clothes as he lay on his settee. He looked around and saw empty Guinness bottles. It was nothing, but a nightmare. He couldn't bring himself to even think about doing such a thing.

Outside, Delilah and Roisin pulled up into Niall's driveway. Roisin was nervous as she truly didn't want to see him again. It would hurt her, but she was still wearing his necklace, because she still loved him.

'Woah, is this all his,' Delilah asked impressed.

'Um, yeah. It was a gift from his relatives. He comes from a rich family and doesn't really like to brag.' Roisin sighed, 'Look, we need to make this quick. I don't want to be here longer than needed.'

'Ro, you know the baby might not even be his. I don't know why you won't accept the possibility that this is all a manipulative scheme by Amanda. From all that I've heard and seen, it sounds like she's obsessed with him.