Chapter Four

It's just a fantasy

Taking over like a disease. 

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the crack in my curtains. I let out a groan as my head started to pound, almost as if someone was hitting it with a hammer. I turned over on to my side, my eyes locked on the ceiling as I just glared at it. It wasn’t that I was mad at my wall… I just didn’t appreciate how bright it was with the light bouncing off it.

“Why the fuck do I drink again? I always feel like shit afterwards…” I mumbled to myself, sitting up in my bed with much difficulty. Slowly but surely though, I got out of my bed…

I needed drugs.

Well not those kind of drugs… Just… Just pain medication.

It took me a while to get to my kitchen, and I may of ran into a wall or two on my there. When I did arrive, I was met with a sight I never thought would exist, no matter how badly I wished it would.

“Niall? What the hell are you doing here?” I said, keeping my voice low as my head was still pounding against my skull. Niall was standing in my kitchen, sipping at a cup of what I was assuming was coffee. He was wearing one of my graphic t-shirts…

Did I sleep with Niall and not remember?

Seriously Styles?

“You owe me a new pair of shoes.”

“Okay? That still doesn’t explain why you’re here…”

“You puked on my favorite pair of shoes last night.”

“Still just as confused as I was twenty seconds ago…”

“You got drunk off your ass last night, and I was given the ungodly task of taking you home. We weren’t even out of the club for longer than two minutes before you puked on my shoes.”

“I’m sorry…. Still don’t get why you’re here… In my house… Did we have sex last night?” Niall snorted, putting down his cup to glare at me. I wasn’t the least bit offended though… I had learned to ignore his glare.

“Is that all you think about?”

“No.. I think about other things too. Like my cat for example, she’s still missing…”

“Liam told me you ramble about your cat when you’re nervous.”

“Well Liam is a dirty rotten liar who’s constantly trying to make my life more difficult. I killed his turtle when we were little, the fucker still hasn’t forgiven me.”

“You told him you meant to last night…”

“That’s cause I did.”

"Why? What did the poor little turtle ever do to you?”

“He bit me, and Liam just laughed. I killed the fucker’s turtle, and he needs to get over it.”

“You’re awfully bitter about all this…” I just shrugged, finally remembering the reason why I had ventured out of my room in the first place. I grabbed the medication out of the cupboard by the fridge, taking two out of the bottle before swallowing them dry.

“You know that’s not safe right…”

“What? Taking it dry?” I wiggled my eyebrows, the sexual reference clearly intended.

“Seriously, sex is the only thing you thing about. You’re going to end up catch an STD if you keep it up.”

“Babe, I’ve already got the STD… All I need is U.” Niall gave another snort at that one, shaking his head.

“Is that the best you’ve got? A stupid one liner pickup line?”

“There’s plenty more where that one came from love, care to find out some more?”

“For both our sakes, no. I’m not here to flirt, I’m here so we can go get my shoes.”

“And we’ll get your shoes princess, I’m waiting for my pain medicine to kick in. Keep your knickers on… or you can take them off.” His mood changed in a matter of a second. He wasn't being playful anymore...

“Forget the shoes, I’m leaving.” He started for the front door, only to realize the only way out of the kitchen was through me. I tried to hide the smirk that was forming on my face, but I didn’t do a great job. As he went to go around me, I grabbed his hand which just made him jump.

“Where do you think you’re going princess?”

“I’m going home. Please let go of my hand…”

“Why?” Niall let out a sigh, wrenching his hand out of my grip.

“I don’t like being touched, now if you would please get out of my way.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’m leaving either way.”

“How’s that? You going to push me out of the way? That requires touching me.” I chuckled a little shaking my head as I did so. Niall just stared at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not. It was hard to tell with the little slut dresser.

“Fuck off.”

“Wouldn’t you rather I fucked you?”

“Why are you so crude? I just want to go home, that’s all I want to do and you’re making fun of me. So please… Just move!” His eyes held desperation, something I hadn’t seen in Niall Horan ever… Well with how often I had talked to him since he moved in next door. It was a side of Niall I didn’t think I would get the chance to see… I kind of felt bad if I thought about it…

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah… I’ll move.” So I did, letting the blonde boy push past me. The front door slammed shut just minutes after, leaving me in silence…

Guess I’ll go shoe shopping by myself then…

How… Wonderful.

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