Khloe's POV*

  "Can we leave? Please?" I asked Gemma after I'd stormed out of the bathrooms.

  I don't know what I was even thinking to kiss him back. I want nothing to do with him. Niall is a guy who doesn't know what he wants in life and has no idea where he's going. I'm not going to sit here and let him use me and walk all over me, just for some meaningless sex.

  I know that's all he wants. It's as obvious as the day. However, we are two completely different personas. I don't want sex. I don't want a boy in my life. And I sure as hell don't want Niall.

  I know what kind of games he plays, and I absolutely do not want to be his little whore pong. I want nothing to do with any of these boys. Harry included. They have DANGER written all over them.

  I've never had anything like this in my life, and I certainly do not want to start now. So, Niall can just fuck off and go find a little slut who will give him what he wants. Hell, he can go buy a prostitute for all I care.

  Gemma continued talking to Harry in a hushed tone as I walked towards her.

"Gemma...." I whined, pulling her arm. She absent mindedly handed me back my drink, which was with out a doubt cold now, but still ignored me. Seriously? My stomach fluttered with uneasiness as I heard a heavy door shut, and large foot steps behind me. We need to leave. Now.

  I flinched as I felt my hair be raised from behind. "I like the game cat and mouse," Niall whispered in my ear, making my skin crawl. A shiver ran down my spine as I turned slightly to see him walk off with a cocky smirk to his drink.

  I turned back around to see Harry staring at me as of I was a predator and he was a father bear protecting his cubs.

  His jade green eyes stayed deadlocked with mine, never changing color or emotion. Like they were made out of cold, bare stone. It made me want to shrink and curl into a ball, but I needed to stay strong to show that I'm not a weak or as fragile as I may seem. I'm not going to give them the advantage of seeing me in a vulnerable state.

  A few seconds quickly went by before he turned back to his sister who was completely ignoring us while keeping her gaze on Niall. I transferred my sight to him too. He looked up and sent me a quick wink, paired with a smirk. I quickly looked back to Gemma while the uneasiness continued pounding inside of me, making me nauseous. She looked to me too, nodding her head to the door. I weakly smiled and nodded.

  There was no way I was staying in there. I was still feeling extremely uncomfortable, yet uncertain at the same time. Niall gave me an uneasy feeling, but it was exciting. Not the kind of excitement I want in my life, but he definitely made my hormones circulate through my body, giving me a complete adrenaline rush.

  That's what he is though. He's a rush and he's all over the place. Like I've said, he doesn't know where he's going in life. All he's after is girls and sex. Period.

  Gemma followed quickly behind me while I lead us through the busy mall, out into the parking lot. There weren't as many people as earlier, but it was still pretty crowded.

  "What the hell was that?", I winced at the tone of Gemma's voice. I stopped at the car, waiting patiently for her to unlock it.  Once we climbed in and she started it, I immediately distracted myself with the outside world, ignoring her questions.

  "Khloe."

  "I don't want to talk about it.", I snapped, glancing at her as she closed her rolled her eyes. I quickly looked back out the window, leaning my head on the cool glass.

  Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why does he have to have this impact on me? It's like there's a part of me that's dying inside to explore him and his nasty antics, and there's another part of me that just doesn't want to be anywhere near him.

  No, Khloe, what are you saying? You hate him. You know what he's going to do to you, and you want him to leave you the hell alone. Don't be stupid.

  But he's just so, ugh! His eyes are the most intriguing eyes I've ever seen. They're like the ocean during a storm. His smile is to die for, and the way his blonde hair puffs up into a small quiff; he's like a model. A hot, dangerous, man whore model. Perfect jaw line. Beautiful arms. Everything is just too perfect to imagine on a guy.

  And those lips! Holy shit, his lips. They were so soft and just so damn kissable. It's like once they landed on mine, I just wanted more. The way they moved against mine,  molding perfectly together with such lust.

  But, that's what he wants, right? For me to constantly think about him, and to grow attracted to him? For me to want him just as bad as he wants me?  Of course, he does. That's how he traps the other girls in bed with him. He makes himself seem so irresistible and like a drug. That's what it is. He's like a drug to these other girls.

  He gives them a small tease and once they've tasted it, they can't seem to get enough. I, however, am not going to fall for it. His own messed up, personal trap.

  Why do his damn cocky attitudes and wants have to ruin him? Beautiful on the outside, ugly on the inside. I can't stand it.

   Wow, I really need to stop thinking about him. He's not worth my time anymore. I need to stop worrying about it. From now on, I am making a promise to myself to STAY CLEAR of the blonde Irishman. I don't need him in my life. So maybe if I ignore him enough, he'll stay away from me for good, and just leave me alone. He'll give up and realize that I'm not worth his time. He'll go find someone else to screw with. Yeah, that's what I'll do.

  I smiled to myself, watching as we pulled into the student parking lot of the campus.

  The sun was starting to come out from behind the clouds a little bit, lighting the sky. I loved these late summer days where the mornings are crisp and cold, and the evenings are soft and warm.

  When it starts feeling more like Autumn with each passing second. The earth is so beautiful in a way of change. How something so broken can turn so pure in time. How through the cycle of destruction a beautiful and innocent life can occur. Or in this case, how a field of bright, emerald green can turn so colorful - filled with deep, scarlet reds, liquid golds, and Gamboge oranges - leaving it fresh and crisp like the smell of honey and sweet tea on a cool September night.

   So much beauty that we always overlook. Over see. With each changing second, something bad is likely to occur - how right now with the leaves changing, that means winter is coming - but, after a storm, there's always a rainbow, like how spring comes after winter. A fresh new beginning.

  Things take time, we take time, and beauty takes time. 

  Like with Niall. If he could just stop playing around with every girl on campus, and could just focus on something or just one person, he'd probably be able to get a lot further in life. Over time he'd be able to accomplish and achieve so much for himself. But, after all, I really don't think he gives a shit... I mean he's Niall Horan for crying out loud. Everyone wants him. Everyone but me that is of course.

  I was shaken out of my thoughts as I heard the metal door slam shut, and felt the car rattle a bit.

  I quickly followed behind Gemma. I waited, a little impatiently if I may add, as she slid her ID into the slot, allowing the doors to unlock, granting us access.

  We made our way to the lift, not saying a word. It was a little awkward in my opinion. The tension stirring between us. 

   The bell dinged and the doors opened for us as we both walked in. I watched as Gemma pressed the number 2.

  "I'm going to Audrey's for a little while." She announced, relief flooding through me as she actually caught eye contact. "You have a dorm key, yes?"

  I nodded, pulling it out of my side purse. "Yep. I have a paper due Monday, anyways, so I should get started on that."

  This time she nodded, giving me a soft smile.  "Okay. I'm glad that we got to hang out today, anyways."

  "Yeah, it was fun!" I smiled back, fixing the twisted strap of the bag that lay over my shoulder. Damn, I hate these things.
 
"It was!" she smiled again. The bell dung, and once again, the doors opened allowing us to step out onto our floor. She waved to me before walking across the room into Liz and Audrey's room.

  I continued down the bland hallway, taking in the old beige walls and the ragged, short cut, blue carpet.

  I really don't want to do this paper right now, but I guess it's better to start it tonight rather then try and finish it in less than 24 hours, I suppose. Ugh, just so much work...

  I know this chapters not that good, just a little of a filler. However, it did explain what's going through Khloe's mind about Niall.

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