Niall's POV*

There has got to be a way to get her to like me. A way to lure her into me. I never realized it, but being with out her in literally driving me insane! I can't take this anymore.

  It's been Four days. Four days!That's it since I've last kissed her!

  I shouldn't be pacing around in my room like this, driving my head into my hands as I scrunch and release my hair a million times. I shouldn't be thinking about her. I shouldn't be doing a lot of things I'm doing, but I am and I can't figure out how to stop.

  I should be out drinking, or sleeping with a girl, not walking around like a mad man with her on my damn mind.

  Fucking Luke. He just had to show up that day with Harry. He just had to come in and swoop my girl off her feet. That should be me, and I'm mentally going bizarre knowing that it's not. Knowing that he went on a date with her, not me.

  I may not date, but I sure ass hell wouldn't mind going on one with Khloe. I wouldn't mind paying for her dinner, no matter how much it costs me. Fuck, I wouldn't mind spending all my money on her if it meant that at the end of the night, I'd be the one seeing her smile.

  I tugged the roots of my hair, reaching to find the nearest thing to me to chuck at the wall. The pillow didn't release as much anger as I was hoping as it lightly bounced off, releasing a dusty puff of air as it came into contact with the floor.

  "Fuck!" I threw myself onto my bed. My door started to bugde open and I rolled my eyes to look at Liam who stood with his hands shoved in his pockets.

  "Fuck off, Liam.", I growled, tugging on the roots of my hair as I stared at the ceiling. I bet I could just pull all this hair out and it still wouldn't bother me as much as knowing that she actually went on a date with that prick. Knowing that his lips were on hers. That his grubby hands have touched her.

  Fuck, I'm going insane!

  "Dude, what the hell happened to you?", His voice broke my thoughts and I couldn't help but to shoot him a quick glare, silently thanking that he did before I lost it.

  Since I've met her, I've done everything I could to not get into a fight. There have been countless times that I have just wanted to beat the shit out of someone (mainly Luke), but I have stopped myself for her damn self. I'm tired of being looked upon based on my past- that just so happened to reflect the present that I'm living. I don't want to be some monster to her.

  "I. Said. To. Fuck. Off.", I stated between my gritted teeth. If he could just leave me alone, that would be beyond fucking amazement.

  "Whatever, I'm taking Soph out to eat, so try not to hurt yourself." A huff escaped my dry lips as he left the room. Shortly after the main door closed and I glanced to look into the bright living room that shown between the small gap of the door, itself, and the frame.

  "You could have shut the door!" He's gone, Niall. Who the hell are you yelling at? "Asshole.", I mumbled.

  I rolled my eyes and sat up, placing my feet to the carpet.

  Screw him and his freaking perfect relationship with his freaking perfect barbie doll of a girlfriend.

  I quickly pulled my faded blue sweatshirt from the edge of the head board, zipping it up. I grabbed my phone off my desk along with my grey Stussy snapback and quickly made my exit.

  I don't know where I'm going, but I need to get the hell out of the stuffy ass dorm.

  I ran down the metal stair case, and left through the double doors.

  The air was cool as it nipped at the back of my neck. The sun had sank and now the city was left in a dim lighting as the city lights started to flicker on.

  My slow pace soon lead into a jog as I continued down the narrow bike path. No one was out, so it made it harder to clear my thoughts.

  If only I hadn't been such a dick to her the first couple times we met, we wouldn't be in this situation. Well, I wouldn't anyways.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket. Once I had slowed my pace, I pulled it out, clicking the home button.

  Ashley K.-

  You want any company? ;)

  I let out a huff of air, turning my phone off. I'm not in the mood to deal with anyone at the moment, and Ashley's the last person I want to talk to.

  I have had enough of her annoying shit lately. It's like all she wants is to fucking cuddle or hold my hand or some shit. Yeah, it's easy to do when Khloe's around, but I don't do all that shit. I'm not her freaking boyfriend. I don't do affection like that. It's annoying and weird as hell.

  She's clingier than a damn pet ape.

  I stuffed my phone back into my pocket along with my hands as I began to lead myself down a dirt trail that linked off the paved path into the woods.

  "Horan!", I glanced up to see Seth and a few of his friends. He was off, I could tell by the way he hobbled over to me, a sly smirk on his face.

  Fucking great.

   "Not in the mood." I just kept walking, ignoring the empty beer cans that were scattered all over the forest.

  "Hey, don't walk away from me-" I felt a hand on my shoulder as he forced my body back. Before I had time to react, I felt a fist come into contact with my jaw, causing me to stumble back into a tree.

Pain shot through my cheek and into my nose. The rest of his sentence was muffled as a ringing in my ears took over.

  What the actual fuck!

  I opened my eyes to regain my vision as I felt the blood start to trickle down my nose.

  I could feel the rage take over in my body. My chest grew hot and no doubt my face was beat red as my breathing increased.

  "What the fuck, Seth!?", I shouted, wiping my face with the back of my hand and rubbing the red liquid on the side of my pants.

  Still fuming, he pulled his arm back and threw another punch, but this time I had time to block it. I shoved him back making him stumble. I glanced around to his friends who were forming a circle in on us.

You've got to be kidding. I can not do this. Seth is one of my friends. I can not get into trouble again because of his drunk ass.

  "I'm not fighting you, Seth." I shook my head and began to walk away, wiping my nose again.

  "Stick up your ass, Horan? Or maybe it's that prude of a girl. " His friends all laughed and I stopped in my tracks, whipping around to see him with a smug grin. His hair was disheveled, clothes ruffled and his hands were filthy from dried dirt and the stain of my blood on his knuckles.

  "What's her name again? Khloe is it?", he slurred, still smiling as he pointed his finger at me. "A nice piece of ass that one has. Especially when she rubs-"

  "Don't talk about her that way!", I growled

  I was still pissed about Luke and her, I don't need Seth stepping in too.

  "Oh, you don't like that? I thought that's what you always like? Slut girls with a sexy attitude. She may act all innocent, but the way she moves says differently. Did you know she could move like that?", he smiled a devilish smile.

  I couldn't hold myself back any longer and it was as if red had flash before my eyes. "You don't fucking say that!" I yelled as our bodies both came into contact with the hard ground.

 Everything around me had vanished and it was if I was back in time to last year when I beat the brunette psycho, who tried to rape my sister, to unconsciousness.

  I could see the faint flash of brown hair while everything else was blurred as my fist found the bones in Seth's jaw. With out thinking twice, my hand rose and quickly shot back down. I could feel his bones rattle to the impact underneath my knuckles.

  Nobody will ever talk about Khloe that way. No one will ever touch her to find out how she moves. And no one will ever get to find out because she will not be with anyone other than myself.

 I was suddenly pushed onto my back as he gathered enough strength to sit on top of me. He was without-a-doubt stronger than me, but the rage inside over powered and he was only able to get one good hit in before I struggled to get flip us back over.

  The skin on my knuckles split as they came into contact with his nose. A snap was heard just before he let out a loud groan.

  "You just broke my fucking nose!" He yelled, shoving my body off. And no doubt I did since I even heard and felt the snap for myself. The blood that gushed out was only proof.

  Khloe has my mind so fogged that it didn't even occur to me that I just beat the shit out of one of my best friends.

  "Don't you fucking dare talk about Khloe like that!" I shoved him against the tree trunk, scraps of old bark falling off.

  He took one last blow to my jaw as I clenched it, turning my head to take in the least amount of impact possible.

  "Niall!", A familiar small voice trembled from behind and Seth and I simultaneously turned our heads in the direction of were it came from.

  "Oh, my gosh." She stated, covering her mouth as she took in our faces. There was pain that filled the whole right side of my face, so no doubt there were bruises that were going to form. The cut on my lip stung and began to taste like iron as I lightly ran my tongue over it, and my nose was still bleeding. I probably looked like hell, but in no comparison to Seth who had a busted eyebrow, puffy crimson cheeks, a black eye and a bloody ass nose.

  "Khlo-"

"Don't.", she spat, shaking her head. Seth and I both stood staring at her in silence. His friends had all turned away from the scene, having their own conversations.

  To be honest, Seth was a little better at holding his drunken self up at the moment. He had to of sobered up a little from the fight.

  "Hey, sexy.", Seth smirked straightening his stance.

  "I told you not to fucking call her that!" I turned and pushed at his chest. Friend or foe, I don't care. He needs to know his place, whether Khloe is here or not.

  I went to shove him again, but I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. My chest was raising and lowering rapidly from the anger that was built up. The pain in my face had numbed as my vision fogged. 

She's holding me. She's actually holding me. With her arms around my waist and her head pressed to my sweaty back. She's here.

  I blinked a couple times, trying to wake myself up, only to come to realize that this is actually happening.

  "Stop it, Niall. Let's go before you get yourself into trouble.", She whisped, her fingers lightly trailing over my covered stomach.

  I slowly nodded with my breathing calming to a normal pace. I sent one last glare to Seth as I turned around, her arms still wrapped around my waist. Khloe glanced back for a second, mouthing something that I couldn't see to Seth.

  I really hope she told him off, but I doubt it since she it was only for a quick second.

  We didn't talk as we continued down the path, both of us just staring into the dark horizon. The street lights illuminated off her face and I couldn't help but to just stare at her. She's beautiful.

  A smile grew onto her lips before she turned her head to meet my gaze. I didn't care if she noticed me staring. I didn't turn to look away. I didn't pretend that I had been looking somewhere else, instead I just kept staring into her beautiful eyes.

  "Why are you staring at me?", she mumbled, almost whispering.

  "Because you're beautiful. Who wouldn't stare?" Man, I sound like a freaking cheese. What the hell happened to me?

  I noticed a small blush creep onto her cheeks as she rolled her eyes walking ahead. I slowly followed her, noticing that we were headed towards the girls' dorms.

  "Don't worry, Gemma's staying with Kayden, so you don't have to worry about getting bitched at for being in a fight." Khloe informed me as she unlocked her door and pushed it open to reveal a dark room.

  I didn't say anything. Instead, I stood still, watching as she untied her shoes and aligned them into a straight line next to the door.

  "C'mon.  I'll clean you up." She started walking to the bathroom and as if a magnetic field had us connected, I was instantly being pulled to follow her.

  She demanded that I sit on the toilet and after five minutes of arguing with her about how I don't need any of this shit, I finally obliged just to get her to stop whining about how I'm 'difficult' or 'annoying'.

  She slightly smiled while running a washcloth under hot water, then placed it on my hand, wiping the partially dried blood off my knuckles. Then, she placed the cloth on my face, using gentle touches (that still fucking killed) to clean up around my eyes, my cheek, and my lip. I could tell that she was being hesitant as her soft finger tips just barely touched my skin.

  I took in a sharp gasp of air as she pressed slightly to the cut on my jaw. She winsed at my reactions, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Sorry...", she whispered, a pained expression taking over her face.

  My lip stung while I tore the slice a little deeper by giving her a small smile. She stopped her movements, staring down at me as she pushed the damp hair off my forehead.With out hesitation, I seperated my legs, holding onto the back of her thighs to pull her in between them.

  She didn't flinch at all, but instead just placed both of her hands on the sides of my face.

  "What are we doing?", I asked, staring into her big brown eyes. I've never really taken the time to actually look at the depths of them. The way they blend into different shades with a dark brown bland outlining them, and then transforming into a gold and then mixing with a forest green at the iris. The way they gloss over as the light reflects off of them.

  "What'do you mean?" Her voice was soft, trembling almost.

  "I mean.. look at us.. What do I have to do to at least try with you? I will try and be a friend to you. I will try to make you happy, Khloe." My heart pulsed harder as the light sigh tumbled from her parted lips.

  "Niall, Luke and I.. we're dating.."

... They're what?!

  She looked everywhere but my eyes, and that was the last thing I wanted. The last thing I needed. I need her to look at me and have a smile break upon her face. I need her to tell me that she's just kidding. That it's some sort of sick joke.

  "Please tell me that's a lie..", I can't bare this. My breathing started to increase as a new tidal wave rolled over me, full of hatred and something that I've new felt before. It lingered in my chest and it was as if I was almost panicking inside due to the amount of heavy pressure that was taking over. What ever it was made my stomach churn and my heart drop.

  "I'm sorry.", she mumbled, glancing to our feet. I kept my hands on her hips, trying to push away this feeling inside.  

  They can't be dating. They just fucking met!

  "Khloe..", I warned, and I think she noticed the hurt in my voice that I was desperately trying to hide with this warning tone.

  "I'm sorry, Niall. Really.", she glanced back to me, trying to push her fingers through my hair again, but I flinched away, making her frown.

  "Since when?" I asked. Man I sound fucking pathetic with the damn desperate question.

  "Since.. last night. After I had my first volleyball tryout.", she mumbled.

  Twenty four fucking hours late.

  She sighed and backed away, both of us watching the way my hands loosely fell to my lap. She rinsed the rag off again, ringing it out and placing it over the towel rack all while I just sat there and stared at the blank wall ahead trying to grasp ahold of the information. Trying to process this all.

  Everyone I need always leaves.

  This is why I don't get attached. This is the exact reason that I choose to sleep around instead. Because I know that I can't take the pain that comes along with everything in the world of love.

  "Listen, Niall. I promise though, that if you really want to make things work, we can do that. We can be friends."

I looked up to meet her eyes as she rested against the door frame. Her hair was pulled onto of her head on a weird ass bun, a white tank top on, along with a pair of running shorts. She looked stunning.

  Was she really offering this?

  And was I really that desperate to really try and have her as a friend? We all know how that will turn out, and I have to admit that I'm pretty damn selfish when I surprisingly find myself asking:

  "What do I have to do?" Her eyebrows raised as if she was expecting me to turn down her offer.

  "First, leave Luke alone.", I rolled my eyes, but still nodded. "Second, no fighting guys who are a lot bigger and stronger than you." She winked, smiling. She then walked out the door and I found myself following after her like a lost puppy.

  I can do that. Self control, Niall.

  I didn't say anything afterwards. Instead, I found myself sitting at her counter. "Are you going to stay for dinner?", she asked.

  I glanced to the clock on her microwave, chuckling. "Khloe, it's five to eleven."

  Her eyebrows decreased into a frown. "Who says you can't have dinner at eleven on a Thursday night?"

  "Would your boyfriend approve?", I asked, and she quickly turned around to look at me, crossing her arms as she leant back against her counter.

  "Jeeze, Niall. It's been what, five minutes?"

  "I'm sorry! I'll try. I promise." I took a large breath and slowly let it out, following with a smile. If this is what it is going to take, I will try my damn best. "Yes, I guess I'll stay."