I sat with my feet dangled over the counter, tentatively watching Niall as he lay upside down on his couch, smiling at the ceiling in the dorm. Since when does he share a room with Liam? I thought he lived in the frats? I mean, it all makes sense now as to why I had walked in on him with a girl here, but still. And why didn't anyone tell me?

"Liam's going to be pissed 'ya know." I stated the obvious, trying not to laugh at him in his messed up state. I'm still not completely sure what's with him, but from the shit that was scattered across the tables back at Seth's, I can only assume.

I didn't think that Seth was that type of guy to do drugs and have parties- even though his was more of a prostitute party- but, I guess I was wrong. I keep assuming things and in the end I always end up wrong...

"Yeah? And what fucks do I give?", he stated nonchalantly as he rolled over and stood up straight so he was now eye level with me from across the room. I sighed and rolled my eyes, my heart pounding against my ribs faster and harder with each awakening step he took closer to me.

"Apparently none.", I exasperated. I glanced down to my hands while I pushed them palms down under my thighs. Yawning, I looked back up, only for my heart to leap due to Niall now standing only centimeters from my face. Damn, boy.

"Do you like me?"He stared intently into my brown eyes as if trying to figure out the stories and secrets behind them.

What? I don't know.. do I like him? I think I would rather enjoy him if he actually had respect for women.. Or people in general. I let out a thick sigh, looking back down.

"Niall..." Closing my eyes was the only way to check myself out mentally so that way I didn't have to see his expression. The truth is that, yes, I do like him but only sometimes. I could never have a serious relationship with him though, and I know that. I have a pretty good feeling at what he's getting to, and honestly, in the end it's going to be Luke over Niall. It just is. I can't and won't spend my time on someone who only wants one thing from every girl of the female species.

"It's not that I don't like you.." oh, how do I say this? "It's just that I don't like what you do.. if that makes sense?", I creased my brows and glanced at him, only to see him staring blankly at me back. The unreadable expression on his face scared me more than the thoughts that were probably running through his mind, ready to explode through his mouth.

He chuckled dryly and shook his head, moving slightly to stand in between my legs. "But you like what I do to you, right?", he smirked, leaning in a little closer. This isn't right, Khloe. Stay focused. "You like when I do this, right?" He smirked and my stomach flipped as he placed a gentle, feathery kiss under my ear. Dear Lord, Niall. What is he doing? Why am I allowing this?

Khloe! Focus! I shook my head, trying to clear it enough to push him away, but I just couldn't fight the urge of wanting more.

"You like when I do this, am I correct?", he whispered as he moved my hands out of the way and placed his firmly on the sides of my hips, trailing small, delicate kisses down my jaw and on to my neck. Yes, I like it.. I've never had this feeling before, but I do know that I like it. Who wouldn't?

"And this..", He whispered as he pulled me closer, wrapping his hands around my back as he began to suck on the base of my neck. My throat felt tight and dry, the air not able to escape as I took a sharp intake.

"N-Niall. Stop.", I forced out, trying not to moan while he continued the suck and pull with his teeth. No doubt there'd be a very visible mark now.

However, he kept going, drawing me in closer each time he'd suck harder. I whimpered, my hands involuntarily finding the hair at the back of his head, as he moved over more towards my collar bone. I need to stop. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm mad at him. No I'm furious with him. Not only did he ruin my date but he also made me come and get his high ass from downtown. This is ridiculous!

"P-p-please s-stop.", I moaned, biting my lip to reduce the loud gasp the elicited from my throat as he bit down and swiped the mark with his tongue.

"Stop fighting it, babe.", he placed more kisses, lasting a little longer on each one. "You and I both know what I do to you. And You and I both know what you want. It's not a battle anymore.", he moved up to my ear, hid hot breath fanning over it making shivers run freely up and down my spine. He's right. He's absolutely right, but it's not what I need. He's not who I need.

"The only one you're fighting is yourself.",he whispered, sucking on the skin below my ear. Niall, you make this so hard! A nonhuman-like sound released from my mouth and it was as if my body had left my mind on an abandoned ship in the middle of the ocean. All thoughts were cleared and it was just my lifeless body and Niall.

I dug my fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots, just enough to make him smirk against my skin. "Please.", I whispered. I'm not fully sure if I was asking for him to stop or if I was pleading for him to continue, but what I do know is that the fire that filled my veins right now was more than just a little flame. It was like and explosion of gun powder, or fire and gasoline. So much larger than the petty fireworks. This was a full out, raging explosive that burned throughout.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, he held onto my thighs, all while I pulled his jaw up so that our lips could meet. My head clouded over and the butterflies became even more intense but I don't want it to stop. He pressed his tongue to my lips and I automatically opened my mouth, pulling him even closer with my right hand still laced through his hair.

I moaned and he echoed it as he lifted me from the counter. I held tightly onto his shoulders while he carried me to a room. I'm not sure what room this is, but I sure hope it's his.

He pressed my back to the door, closing it tightly, our lips never coming detached; kind of like how my mind never became detached from him no matter how hard I tried.

I let my hands drift to his waist, tugging at the end of his shirt. He created a small space, just enough let me slide it between us. He pulled back from my lips, allowing me a quick breather as I slid the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Our lips met again and a funny feeling erupted in my stomach as he began gliding his hands under my shirt, around my stomach. He started to pull the shirt up and I cautiously let him. I don't know how far I will let this go, but I just want to enjoy this at the moment. The back of my arms nervously found the front of my chest as I blocked his view, pressing my palms to his cheeks to bring his lips back to mine. No one has ever seen me this exposed, and the thought that Niall would be the first scared me shitless. He has seen hundreds of girl's breasts, what if mine are too small or something?

"Khloe..", he mumbled against my lips. He picked me up again, forcing me to move my arms out of the way so that I could hold on to him. Damn you, Niall.

He smirked as I pulled him closer to me; my breasts now pressed to his bare chest. He placed me on the mattress, my body sinking into the plush temporpidic while he hovered over me and trailed kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I don't think Niall knows that this has been the first time that I've ever done anything like this. We're not really even doing anything yet, but I still feel a little pang of gilt in the pit of my stomach.

I moaned and he placed his hands over my purple laced bra, squeezing gently. He began to suck on my neck again and it was like my body just knew how to react to his touch as I lifted my hips and grounded into his front.

"Shit, Khlo.", he mumbled against my skin. I moaned again as his voice vibrated through my neck and across my chest. What is he doing to me? What ever it is, I love it.

And suddenly it was like a scene you would see in the typical movie as a knock was heard at the door. I shoved Niall off of me and jumped up off the bed to grab my shirt. He did the same, still pulling his down as he walked closer to the door with a deep scowl set on his face. I sat cross legged on the bed, running my fingers through my knotted hair. No doubt it's a mess.

The lights from the main room illuminated the dark bedroom that I was in now as Niall opened the door to reveal a tired looking Liam who stood in his boxes, yawning. I couldn't help but to stare at the few tattoos on the two boys' bodies. Niall's were all black while the couple of Liam's were colored with blue, red, or black. I had seen Liam's at the beach, but they looked more of a neon sign now when he stood next to Niall; attracting the eye.

"Could you please keep it down? It's five in the morning.", Liam yawned again, not even looking up to me, which I am honestly so thankful for. Who knows what he would say if he noticed me.

Five a.m.? Crap! Gemma's an early riser and she will definitely be curious as to why I was out all night. And especially who I was with! I need to leave. I stood up quickly then realized that Liam was still in the doorway.

I bit my lip now noticing that I was now visible and clear in sight. Before Liam could notice though, or at least say something, he turned and stalked back into his room, running his hand over the back of his head.

Niall turned to me and smirked. I felt my cheeks grow hot and red due to the realization that I we were just caught. But not by anyone, but by Liam. Liam! I let it sink in for a few seconds, waiting for Niall to speak. He walked closer to me, leaving the door still ajar.

"So we've got a loud one, do we?", he smirked as he moved a piece of my hair out of the way, tucking it behind my ear. I bit my lip and blushed harder. " I'so 'kay." he smiled and peck my cheek.

"Niall I have to leave before Gemma wakes up.", I stated. He nodded understandingly and kissed me again, lingering a little longer than usual.

"You look hot in purple, by the way. You should wear it more often.", he whispered. I blushed and nervously nodded, a smile present on the corner of my lips. Who wouldn't blush at a comment like that?

"Okay, bye.", I forced out and nervously ran to the door, tring to be quiet so Liam wouldn't wake up again.

Once I made it back to the girls' dorms, I sprinted up the stairs and quietly made my way to my room. I slid the key through the hole and pushed the door quietly open.

"Khlo?", Gemma was sitting on her bed, still in her pajamas, currently braiding her hair to the side.

"Hey..Gem." Okay, if all goes well, she won't be disappointed and won't be upset that I took her car. "Hope you don't mind that I used your car?" I was hopeful, but more than just that, I was greatful that she woke up in a good mood.

"Um, not at all.. where'd ya go so early? I wasn't even expecting you to be up!", she chuckled.

Tell her the truth, Khlo. She doesn't own you. And if she's mad, so what. You're eighteen and she has no right over you. Just tell her you were with Niall. Not that hard. It's her problem if she gets upset, not yours..

"Um, I- I ran to get coffee. We were out.."

"What?", she laughed. "I just bought some yesterday. It was in the cupboard." Shit. Nice one, Khloe. Smart thinking. You should have just said the truth.

"Oh...", I cuckled nervously. "Should have checked. Oh, well!", I walked to the bathroom, trying to act calm and collected, although I'm most definitely not.

I closed the door behind me and turned to the mirror as I began to strip down. Ho-ly shit. I ran my hands across the two large marks that were placed diagonally across from eachother. One on the base of my neck, and the other just under the hinge of my jaw. Thank you, Niall. Just another thing I need to be questioned about.

I sucked in air between my teeth as I lightly ran my fringers over them.

"Hey, khloe?", Gemma pounded on the door, the sound echoing through the walls.

"Yeah?", I stepped into the shower, wetting my hair.

"When do you have your appointment?" Shit, I forgot about that. And.. Niall's suppose to be coming...

"Uh.., like nine.. I think." I giggled to myself, squeezing the shampoo onto my palm. I really hope nothing is wrong. I'm excited to get this thing off as fast as possible. I hate not being able to move my wrist. Especially with volleyball tryouts coming up, I'll be screwed if I can't try out.

"Alright. Do you need a ride?"

Well, if Niall is coming, he's paying for it. "No! It's fine.", I yelled, just loud enough so she could hear. Niall has a car, he can put it to some use for once.

I finnished my shower, wrapping the towel tight around my body as I slipped out of the steam filled, hot room and into the main room. Gemma sat in the kitchen on the counter, texting and sipping on a cup of either coffee or tea.

"Hey, I know you already went out this morning, but would you want to maybe get some breakfast before your appointment?"; Gemma asked, still staring at her phone screen.

I rummaged through my closet, deciding on a pair of dark blue shorts and a white tank top with a peach Aztec pattern embroided onto the collar.

"Yeah, I guess.." Rubbing the towel fastly over my hair to dry it out as much as possible, I slipped into a pair of polka dot flip-flops. After, I walked over to the counter, tossing my now damp hair back over my shoulders, letting it fall naturally. I love my hair when it's wet; turns darker and more like it's brown. Maybe one day I'll dye it this color, but for now it'll do.

"Shit, Khlo! Where'd ya get that!", Gemma just about yelled as she jumped off the counter and walked up to me, her eyes trained on my neck. Crap.. I forgot all about that...

Hey guys, so I am officially back at home, wishing that I could go back in time haha Jet lag has been a killer today, but I finally got a chapter up! Yay!

I just want to say, like always, Thank you all so much for reading and stuff! I really am meaning it when I say thank you. I am so pleased by each and every one of you! You all seem to make me smile, so thank you! haha

Stay beautiful! xx