To: Khloe

Oh. okay. So, how are your dresses coming along?

I didn't really care about the dresses that much, but I needed an escape out of the conversation before she starts asking questions that I have no idea how to answer.

Maybe I just heard Luke wrong.. As much as the guy is a douche, I don't think he'd cheat on her already.. I mean, they haven't even been dating a week yet.

But then again, the only reason he's dating her is to get into her pants..

I felt the anger start to bubble through my body, setting a deep scowl on my face. I threw my phone onto the couch as I stood up and stormed down the hall and into the kitchen after Luke. I could feel everyones eyes on me, but I kept my mouth shut and I ignored them all, focusing my attention on the fact that Luke is and always will be a prick.

He sat at the counter, slowly sipping on a beer as he focused his attention to his phone. I stood in front of him, ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking across the kitchen towards the sink; not giving a hoot as to where it landed and/or if it's damaged.

His eyes snapped to me and the anger was literally radiating off of him. His eyes were dark and his face turning red. "What the fuck, Horan!" He shoved me by my shoulders, standing up.

Bad fucking move.

"You want to ask me, 'what the fuck'?" He was slightly taller than me but that didn't mean I was incapable of beating his fucking ass, which I have tried so hard to not do. "You really want to ask me that?" My voice raise as I pushed against his chest.

I could tell he knew what I was talking about, but he's a fucking coward, so of course he's going to cover up and make me look like the bad guy. However, Khloe's not here which means maybe for once I'll have this advantage.

"Get your hands off me." His voice was low and threatening, but I'm the least threatened by his attempt.

"First, who the fuck is she? Tell me!" He was silent, sending me daggers. "Fucking tell me! Now!" I shoved him again, a flicker of red flashing across my eyes.

It'd be so easy to just grab ahold of his neck right now and just slam his head into this damn counter top.

"Fuck off, Niall!" Luke shoved me back again, making me stumble backwards and into the other counter. He walked towards me, his fists balling at his sides. Hit me. I fucking dare you.

"You're one sick bastard." I growled, shaking my head at him. I noticed the rest of the group had gathered in the doorway, watching the scene.

"Maybe.", he smirked. "But so are you. Making a bet, fighting her-"

"Don't!" I snapped. I felt my face heat in anger and the ache in my chest tighten.

He smirked again. "You know, I wonder what Khloe would think of that little incident. But don't worry, you don't tell about me, and I won't tell about you."

Focus, Niall. Don't do it. Balling my hands at my side, I stood taller, taking back my dominance. "And how about you fucking cheating, Luke? What do you think she'll think of that?"

"Well that won't matter anymore after I take her-"

"Don't say it! Don't you fucking even think about finishing that sentence!"

"Listen, Niall, just one little fuck and she's all yours." He smirked again, his voice still low and calm as ever.

Luke knows what he's doing. He knows just the right fucking things to say to get to me. And normally I would tell myself to just turn and walk away, but for Khloe's sake, I can't do that. Not to her.

"It shouldn't take to long to get her under me. After all, I am her boyfriend now.", He smirked again, clearly putting on a proud face to, knowing that it irritates me and makes my skin crawl.

I gritted my teeth as the thoughts and images of Khloe gasping for air as Luke pushes into her filled my vision. They became stronger as his voice kept slowly streaming along and I couldn't help myself anymore from lunging forward. I hadn't even realized what was happening until I heard muffled shrieks around me.

He is in no way, shape, or form her boyfriend.

If it was someone other than Khloe, I wouldn't really give a shit. But the fact is, that it is Khloe, and she will not be treated like a slut. She is far to innocent for him- hell, she's too good for me too- and I will not let her be used like that.

Sure, I'm in this bet to, but even if I were in Luke's place I would just keep holding off until that damn party. And hell, if it came down to that, I'd just buy the shit anyways just so she could still keep her damn virginity.

I watched as my fist repeatedly made contact with Luke's cheek, giving him no room to sneak in a throw. He wiggled around trying to push me off of him and trying to get free, however my adrenaline had over powered his strength. He grunted as the blood from his mouth dripped down my fingers, but was soon flung off as my hand jerked up, but then slammed back down . He grunted again, still trying to push against my body. My heart was speeding out of control, beating against my rib cage as if it was trying to break free while everything in my vision blurred.

He will NEVER speak about Khloe that way! I will make sure of it. He will never treat her that way, and he will never hurt her. I can be sure of that. Maybe if I just bust his jaw and lips enough, he won't be able to say another word, ever.

I felt a blow to my gut but I just groaned, using the pain from that to fuel my next punch. Holding his shirt between my fingers with one hand, I pulled him closer to me as my already bruised and busted knuckles collided with the bone in his nose. I watched as his eyes fluttered before a last blow of air was released through the small opening.

The pain from my split wounds opening again was masked by my anger towards Luke and the agony of not having enough time to finish the job that I had started as I was tackled to the ground by the side.

"Get the fuck off me!" I wiggled around trying to free my hands and my body from the person above.

"Niall. Stop it." Her voice was calming, making my vision blurr again the noises in my head stop as my body automatically relaxed into the floor boards. It was sweet and beautiful. One of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. I stopped trying to break free as I let my heart rate calm and the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins, settle. "Niall, you need to leave. Just go get some fresh air" Khloe's voice was now much harder and stronger. I blinked a couple times to see Collin straddling me as he pinned my arms by the side of my head. I blinked a couple more times before I nodded.

He's right. I need some fresh air. Something to just distract myself from continuing what I had started. I blinked again, wanting to believe that even for the shortest second, Khloe had been here. Using her voice and the thought of her as a slight distraction, I slowly stood up, taking Collin's hand for support.

I glanced down to Luke who I believe was still unconscious as Louis, Zak, and Zayn all tried to help him. I slowly shook my head, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. His lip was gushing blood, nose trickling some. His left cheek was a velvet burgundy color, already starting to turn black an blue.

Fuck with me. I dare you, Luke.

I slowly walked past Emily and Eleanor (who I had no idea was here) as the sat in the corner, startled while staring at Luke. They've both seen me beat the life out of someone, but I don't think they ever expected that it would be one of their friends. Both girls watched me as I made my way out the door before I turned to them slightly, sending them a small wink.

**

I'd been walking around for hours probably now. With each one that passed, I would find myself knowing the city better that I ever have. I've taken roads and alleys and shortcuts just to end back up in the same damn park.

People stood all around; kids playing in the spurts of water through sprinklers, parents in groups, watching them. Deciding to give up, I sighed and placed my bottom on the cement stairs of a large city building, allowing my brain to actually think for once.

I wonder what Khloe's going to think when she finds out. No doubt that ass will tell her. But the dick deserved it. He's freaking cheating on her!

Fuck, she's gonna be so pissed... Great going, Niall. Do the one thing she told you not to do.

Leave Luke alone.

My buzzing phone distracted my thoughts as I pulled it from my pocket and slid my finger across the screen.

Khloe-

Sorry my phone had died. haha I decided on the one you said. I thibk it looks best!

Think* haha

To: Khloe

that's good! haha what's up

I momentarily picked at one of the loose strings from a hole in my jeans, nervously waiting for her to blow up on me.

Khloe-

Tanning

I laughed as she attached the emoji with the heart eyes and the sun one.

I quickly sent back the smirking one, adding an 'Lol I'd love to see you in a bikini"

Nothing wrong with a little harmless flirting.

I noticed she read it but hasn't responded yet, which means she's either blushing really hard, or doesn't know the right comeback to say.

To: Khloe

Did I make you blush? ;)

Khloe-

Oh shush, in your dreams, Horan

To: Khloe

Sorry babe, but in my dreams your doing A LOT more than blushing ;)

Khloe-

Sick bastard :)

I couldn't help but to actually laugh out loud, earning myself a few stares from people around me. I ignored them however, and stood up, starting my way back towards the doors.

They can all go shove a stick up their ass for all I care.

It was around six in the evening, so I decided to stop at the brew on the way home, automatically starting to sweat from the amount of heat that was contained in this little place from all of the coffee machines. I glanced around, momentarily getting lost in the memory of seeing Gemma and Khloe in here, that first day after I'd came back from my dad's house. That had been the first time Khloe and I had kissed. It was nothing romantic, but more as if I was forcing myself upon her. I feel like kind of a dick, myself, for doing that.

If it would have gone how I was expecting, I would have got what I wanted, and she'd be just another nobody to me. She'd be another face in the hall that I couldn't name.

But, she's not. She's Khloe sparks. Daughter of the author, Nicolas Sparks. Friends of Harry's sister's. And the very first official friend of mine.

She's the girl burned into my head with the beautiful long hair. A smile that makes my stomach go light. A voice as soft as a rose petal, even when she has the deepest scowl on her face.

She's the one who's slowly opening me up from being as cold as I was in my past, and for that I am thankful. But, if you ask me if I have feelings for her, the answer will still be no, I don't have feelings or emotions towards women like that, but she's more of a necessity I need in my life. I need her to help me figure out myself. She's helping me everyday and I don't think she even knows.

Every night, when I want to get so drunk that I pass out and forget the world, or so high that I become numb, I think of her and what she would want me to do. I try not to fight because I'm afraid she'll leave. I have finally got her so close, and I don't want to let her go. I need as much of her as I can get. That's mainly why I'm afraid of what she'll say when she finds out about Luke.

I blinked and quickly turned to the same guy who was here that day too. His brown hair was short and curly, resting perfectly on top of his head. He had the same preppy look with the pink colored shorts and blue button up. He smiled and I just stared blankly at him, already annoyed as I began to order my coffee.

Five minutes later my coffee was made, and I was back outside walking down the sidewalk that eventually led to the dorms, with the constant lingering thoughts of Khloe.

Khloe's POV*

Have you ever had that feeling of just complete and utter happiness for no apparent reason? Where you feel like you could run a marathon, or do one hundred jumping jacks, just because you can?

I'm not really sure why, but waking up this morning was like taking a complete fresh breath of air; light and pure. I could feel little flutters in my chest, and the smile was prominent on my lips as I removed the grey covers(I don't know why they went with grey, but it really does suit the blank room), and quickly stood up, remembering to make it quick before I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower.

My bathroom was attached to my room, so it made it pretty easy to get ready quickly.

I glanced out the small square window that over looked the ocean. It was bright out, meaning it was probably close to noon. One thing I hated about this though was that since this window faces the water, you can't really see the sun until evening, since it sets on this side. However, I can't really complain because that's my favorite time to see it.

I stripped out of my shorts and sports bra before climbing into the cool water, leaving it chilled rather than warm. There's just something so refreshing about cold water that you don't get in the heat.

Once I had washed my body and hair, multitasking as I hummed and brushed my teeth, I climbed out, only to wrap my tanned body in a towel. I sighed, a smile still present while I dried myself off and decided to put my blue swimsuit with little white flowers on under my jean shorts and purple, loose crop top.

I decided to just towel dry my hair and throw it into a hair tie just to pull it off my back as the humidity swept through the air.

When I made it down the stairs I took a sharp left, walking through the livingroom a little in order to get to the kitchen.

On the glass table sat a stack of pancakes, bowls of fruit, orange juice next to a cup, and a yellow sticky note stuck to the bottle of syrup.

I picked at it, quickly skimming the words, only to see that my mom and dad had a meeting in Jacksonville and that they'd be back by seven tonight. Crumbling up the paper, I tossed it aside and began to pile a few pancakes, soaking them in butter and syrup, then putting a couple sliced strawberries, blueberries, and pineapple on top.

Not even half way through my food, my phone vibrated against the table, startling me as my heart rate increased.

Niall.

Of course it's him. Ever since weve been doing this friends thing, I think I talk to him more than I do my own boyfriend. Not that I mind, I mean, he keeps me good company.

I mentally laughed, smiling as I opened the message. My smile faltered a little and my eyebrows knitted in confusion as I read the text a couple times.

What does he mean?

Niall-

We need to talk.

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