Brielle's P.O.V.

I hugged Niall tighter as we sat there, still in the rain. The rain wasn't bothering me, as Niall was blocking me from the majority of it, and Niall seemed content to just sit there and hold me.

"I love you," he whispered into my hair.

"I love you too," I said back, for the first time.

When I glanced up, Niall was smiling at me, eyes bright in the gloom of the night. He leaned down and kissed me gently, as if I might break. I sat there and enjoyed his kiss, which I had missed for so long. My eyes fluttered shut as Niall kissed me harder. My hands crept up and tangled in his hair. I shifted my right hand and Niall pulled back, wincing.

I looked up and saw the bump on his head. I gasped when I finally got a good look at it. It was large and swollen and blood was running off it. I gently touched it and Niall pulled back, hissing slightly, even pushing me off his lap a little, which clued me in to how much it hurt.

"Niall, you're hurt," I said.

"I'm fine," he said, ignoring the wound on his head.

"No you're not," I said, trying to look at his head, reaching up with both hands.

Niall's hand closed over my wrist and he pulled my hand down and kissed me hard, trying to distract me but it didn't work.

I pulled away and shook my head. "Niall, you're hurt. Maybe really bad."

"I'm fine," he insisted, trying to kiss me again.

I leaned back outside of his grip. "You can't just kiss me and expect me to forget that you're bleeding," I said stubbornly.

"Please Brielle," he begged me. "Can we just ignore it?"

"Why?" I asked. "So it'll get worse?"

Niall sighed. "I just hate getting any sort of medical treatment. So can we please go home?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Fine," I conceded.

Niall's smile lit up the night. "Come on Bri," he said. "Let's go home."

I followed him as he walked through the London streets, staying close because, let's be honest, it's dangerous to walk through a dark city alone when you're a girl. Niall found his flat and unlocked the door. We stood in the entrance hall, dripping quietly onto the carpet.

"You're stuff is still here," he said quietly. "When you... you know."

I did know, and to remove the awkwardness from the air, I said, "Thanks. And do you have a pen?"

If Niall was startled by this request, he didn't show it. All he did was give me a pen and I found my pajamas and changed. I dug through my bag and found my diary, which the judge had given back to me. The book suddenly felt less personal, as if people had poured out my secrets to the whole world. In a way, I guess they had.

However, I still needed to write my feelings, so I flipped open to an empty page, past pages filled with pictures and my handwriting.

The past is history, tomorrow's a mystery.

It's been a while since I've writing in you, diary. A long time, actually. That's because a lot has been going on. I had my trial, you know, the one where people tried to prove that I was a killer? Yeah, that happened. It was really scary. I was freaking out, even though I knew I was innocent. Niall had to come to the trial. I didn't want him to, but he had to come to tell everyone about the night where he saved my life. You remember that, yes? Well, the judge had to read you. He read you, every single entry. I felt violated, actually. This was my diary, my thoughts and he intruded on them. I wanted to rip you out of his hands, actually. But then, I won. The charge that they brought me to court on was totally false. It wasn't even good evidence. It was pathetic. They brought in a kitchen knife, that both James and I used. They thought I used it to kill him, even though he died from a gunshot wound. I got off. They let me go. And they have no reason to bring me back to court, so I'm finally free.

But anyway, afterwards when I was coming home, I saw Niall. He was drunk, like really drunk. He almost got hit by a car. I saved his life, so I guess we're even now. He saved mine, I saved his. Even though I was mad at him for cheating on me, I still almost lost it when I saw him lying on the ground, moaning. It felt like he was dead. If Niall died, I don't know what I would do. But basically we made up, and I'm sitting in our flat writing this. Niall's in the shower, trying to warm up. Did I mention it was raining the whole time? Well, it was. How about a cliché movie ending, right?

Niall came back in the room, only wearing some athletic shorts. I looked down at my entry, trying to avoid staring at his abs.

"Whatcha doing?" he inquired, using a towel to dry his hair.

"Writing a diary entry," I answered, smiling down at it before scribbling a few more lines.

Actually, Niall just came back into the room, wearing only shorts. I have to say, he is not sore on the eyes. I forgot how ripped Niall was... anyway, he asked me what I was doing, so I told him I was writing in you, so I probably should go talk to him. Maybe even kiss a little... anyway, I got to go. Nice talking to you again.

Love...

A free person

I looked up at Niall and smiled.

He noticed my expression. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, looking back down at my diary.

Niall came over and plopped down next to me. He leaned over and tried to read my latest entry, but I slammed the book shut so he couldn't see.

"Come on," he whined. "Let me see!"

"That's my personal information," I shot back.

Niall's eyes narrowed and he poked at my side. "You should let me see!" he sang.

I'd forgotten how annoying and persistent Niall could be. "Why should I let you see?" I teased.

"Because you love me!" he stated proudly.

"Are you sure?" I mocked, flicking him on the arm.

Niall's eyes narrowed and he kissed me quickly. I could feel my diary slip off my lap as he kissed me. As soon as I started kissing back, he pulled away.

"Ha! Told you ya loved me!" he crowed, excited with his win.

"Maybe I just like kissing you," I teased.

Niall's face dropped a little, but he quickly hitched his smile back on his face.

"You know you love me," he teased.

"Keep telling yourself that," I said, ruffling his hair as I left.

I grabbed some PJ's and walked into the bathroom, ready for a long hot shower. I turned the water on and stripped as I waited for the water to turn hot. I stepped in, sighing as the water ran down my back. It was a nice contrast; the cold rain and the warm spray. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth spreading through my body.

Suddenly, the door banged open and I screamed, clutching the shower curtain around my body and peeked out. Niall was standing there, my diary in his hand and a smug smile on his face.

"You think I'm ripped?" he asked, still smirking.

I swallowed hard, letting my heartbeat slow down a little. "Niall, I'm not wearing anything."

Niall disregarded this, still looking at me, almost laughing now. "You said I was hot..."

"I never said that," I said immediately, denying it.

"It says it right here," he sang, waving my diary around.

I wanted to grab it, but I was stuck in the shower. "No, I said that I forgot how ripped you are."

"Exactly," Niall said. "So you think I'm hot."

"No I don't," I said, cheeks heating up, knowing that I had just lost.

"And," Niall said, squinting at my handwriting. "You wanted to kiss me?"

I was definitely blushing now, I could feel it. "Well, you are a good kisser..."

"I knew it!" Niall crowed, pumping his fist.

I swallowed, still feeling extremely bare with only a shower curtain covering me. "Niall, can you please leave now?"

Niall just seemed to notice that I was in the shower. "Oh. Can I join?" he asked cheekily.

I shook my head. "No."

"Please?" Niall begged. "I won't do anything," he added.

"Niall, no," I said again.

"Please?" Niall wheedled, moving closer, arms even reaching out for the shower curtain.

"Niall, I said no," I said, hating how shaky and scared my voice sounded.

Something flickered in Niall's eyes. "Yeah, sure. I'll leave you alone," he said quietly.

He left and I released the shower curtain, sighing in relief. As much as I loved Niall, those nightmares of that guy certainly weren't helping me get close to any male. I finished up my shower quickly; worried that Niall would burst in again. I wasn't really concerned that he'd read my diary. It wasn't anything bad. I changed into my PJ's and brushed my hair, remembering the time I had first showered here and Niall had brushed my hair for me. I smiled at the memory.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I stepped on something. I looked down at my feet, noticing my diary on the floor. I picked it up and something fell out of it, a slip of paper. I grabbed it and noticed Niall's handwriting on it. He'd left me a note.

Hey babe, sorry I read your diary, but I couldn't resist. I wanted to see if you were writing about me;) and I was right! Thank you, for complementing my muscles, by the way. Anyway, I'm a horrible boyfriend for wanting to come in the shower with you like that. Well, most super close couples shower together, but I know you have another reason. I'm sorry for not remembering right away, and I suck for that. Just wanted to say that I love you :) and I'm waiting to cuddle in our room!

Love,

Niall

I smiled at it. It was super cute, how he apologized for that. I stuck the note in my diary with the rest of them and set off to find Niall.

I found him lying on our bed, half-asleep. I set my diary down on the table next to my side of the bed and I sank down next to him. As tired as Niall looked, he still managed to reach out and pull me closer to his chest. His lips pressed against my head as he sighed.

"Did you get my note?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "It was very sweet."

I brought my hand up and rested it on his chest. I cuddled into him and was almost asleep when I remembered something.

"Niall?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked, voice low and rumbling due to the fact that I probably had just woken him up.

"Does your head still hurt?" I inquired.

Niall sighed as he sat up, making me fall onto the bed. "We're still going after that, huh?" he asked.

I nodded. "You're always taking care of me, I want to be able to take care of you."

That's how we found ourselves in the bathroom at midnight, Niall sitting on the counter and me in between his legs. I had a rag in my hand and I dabbed at the bump on his head, trying to remove all the dried blood. Niall occasionally jerked away, mumbling profanities under his breath when I hit a sore spot.

"Niall," I mumbled, focusing on his bump.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"You're voice is really hot when it's all low like that," I said honestly.

I could see Niall's smile in the dark. "Thanks," he said. "Does it turn you on?"

"A little, but I'm not doing that with you when you have a bump on your head," I said firmly.

Niall pouted a little and winced when I pushed on his wound. I had just put a bandage on it.

"There," I said, dusting off my hands. "All done. Consider yourself lucky that that's all you got considering that you almost got hit by a car."

Niall chuckled. "I'm a right lucky mate, that's for sure."

I yawned, stretching. Niall hopped off the counter and caught me mid-yawn.

"Someone's a little tired, aren't they?" he teased.

"Well, it is almost one in the morning," I said.

"That's early," Niall scoffed then smiled, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Maybe for you, but that's past my bedtime," I said and walked out of the bathroom, ready to go to bed.

As I was halfway there, I felt Niall's arms scoop me up and carry me the rest of the way. I squirmed but I couldn't move.

"Niall put me down!" I ordered, but I was so out of breath that it wasn't really fierce.

"Why should I do that?" Niall asked, dropping me on the bed.

I relaxed into the blankets, sighing. "I missed this."

"Missed what?" Niall asked, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. "Having me here?"

"No," I lied. "This bed. The one at Addie's was hard."

Niall shook his head at me, arms already getting ready to tickle me, but I quickly kissed him. Niall's arms stopped tickling me and cupped my face, angling my chin so he could get better access. Niall's hand went from my chin to my waist. As he did that, I was even more awake than before. When Niall's hand started to creep further down, I pulled away.

I couldn't see Niall's face in the dark, but I heard him sigh. "Right," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Sorry."

I didn't answer, as I was already asleep.

...

For the next couple days, Niall had been acting funny. I was still adjusting to having a boyfriend again, and he kept trying to kiss me, which I didn't mind, but he kept trying to take it further, which I did. Every time he tried and I stopped him, he'd always apologize, but barely an hour later he would be trying again. There was only so much longer that I could push him away.

It wasn't like I was a virgin or anything, on the contrary I wasn't. But my near-rape experience had made me a lot more cautious around males. I knew that soon I'd have to let Niall close.

Niall's P.O.V.

I'd been really horny lately. Why, I'm not exactly sure. But having Brielle back in the house, scribbling in her diary, it's just really turned me on. Whenever she kisses me, I can't help but try to take things further. I just can't hold myself back. So when she went to the bathroom, like the little stalker I am, I followed her.

I waited until she came out of the bathroom. When she did, I quickly kissed her and pressed her against the wall. Brielle seemed taken aback, but she kissed me back.

"Brielle," I moaned into her mouth.

She didn't answer, just gasped as I moved to her neck and started nibbling on it, making a mark.

"Niall," she said, voice shaky.

"Shhh," I said, my hand moving down to her thighs.

Brielle's breathing seemed to cease as I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. The feeling alone made me grow hard, and I needed her. Now. I tried to move my hand, but Brielle pushed me back.

"Come on babe," I murmured between kisses. "Please."

Brielle couldn't seem to move as I slowly trailed kisses down her jaw line.

"Let me make you feel good," I tried again, kissing her breathlessly.

In all honesty, I kind of was doing this to claim her. I mean, I did want her, and it would actually mean something, but I was mad at myself. I was mad that I had let her go, and now that I have her back I don't want to mess things up. I wanted to prove to her that I could make her happy.

Brielle drew in a shuddering breath. "Niall..." she moaned, as I was sucking on the hickey I had just made.

"Bri, please," I begged. "Just let me make you feel good. I can do it. Just let me prove it to you."

Brielle looked like she wanted to say no, but my hand was slowly moving towards her stomach. She bit her lip, and that movement alone drove me wild.

"Feel this," I begged, and pressed my boner against her leg. Her eyes were wide once she felt it. "This is all for you. This is what you do to me."

Brielle's eyes darted around, but she kept coming back to look at my hand, which was very close to the top of her thigh. I kissed her, gently this time, trying to show her that I loved her and this wasn't some meaningless moment because I was horny. I really wanted to do this.

Brielle nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and she let me lead her, finally, off to the bedroom.

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Hey guys I'm hoooooome! Yay! I'm back in Wisconsin! I go from paradise to dreary rain.... gotta love that Wisconsin weather. Anyway, here ya go, I wrote this over my vacation :) and I decided to post it on my update day instead of when I had it finished. Sorry. To make you feel better, I had to exercise some severe self control to keep it as a draft, believe me. And sorry about the ending, it's kind of  a cliffhanger. And if you think the next chapter is going to be dirty, you're wrong. I DON'T WRITE SMUT!!!! Okay? I'm sorry if you like that kind of thing, read After if you do, but I'm not comfortable writing it, and I'm actually not that old. I'm not telling you my age, but I'm not like eighteen or anything. Not that that's old.... but anyway, no smut, sorry, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with it. Other than that, I'm home, which means I can write more, and I'll be able to talk to you guys because my house actually has Wifi compared to my grandparents house! Bye!

Love ya!

-11tay99