Blondy

17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.

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14. Chapter 14

 

Ashley's POV:
 

When I stepped into the house, all I wanted was to was crash into Niall's lips and tell him how sorry I was. But sadly, something in me didn't allow me to. "How was it?" Niall asked, taking my coat off for me. "Uncomfortable." I said quietly, he frowned. "You didn't have fun?" He asked, locking his beautiful blue orbs with mine. Damn, I missed those eyes. I hated being mad at him. "How could I possibly have fun if you weren't there with me..." I nearly whispered, staring at the floor. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt his gaze locked on me. He lifted my chin, slowly pulling himself closer and closer to me, he hesitated once or twice before getting inches away from my lips. I knew what he was doing, that's why I let him do it. His kiss was usually soft, caring, and strong. But this time, It was a desperate cry out for forgiveness. He was sorry, I knew he was. It showed in his every action. "I'm sorry." He whispered between kisses as my arms fell over his shoulders. "I'm sorry too." I whispered as well. I wasn't sure how long we were kissing for, all I knew was that I didn't want it to stop. For once in my life, I didn't want the kiss to stop. I felt Niall's lips slowly slip away from mine. As we both inhaled the air around us, I felt his hot breath brush softly against my skin. I whimpered quietly at his touch. I felt the urge to lean in again, pressing my lips once again upon his, a little rougher this time. "Ashley." He said between kisses. "Ashley, slow down." He instructed, I parted from his lips. "What's wrong?" I asked softly. He frowned. "I-I just don't want you to regret anything. That's all." I sighed and kissed him again.

"I'll never regret loving you." I whispered in his ear.

I felt him smile against my lips as he placed his hands around my waist. I ran my fingers through his blonde, soft locks that were messy and fell right over his eyes. "Ashley?" A faint voice startled me. I pushed Niall away, smoothly and quickly. "Were you guys just-" "No..." I replied to Amelia hovering over the balcony. She couldn't help but laugh. "I'll leave you two alone then..." She giggled and skipped away. I sighed. "C'mon..." Niall reached his hand out for me to hold. "Let's goto bed." He suggested. I smiled, grasping a hold of his hand and linking his fingers within mine. Right were they're suppose to be. "So..." I said as he led me up the stairs. "I like your songs." I couldn't help but giggle as we reached the top steps. "What?" He asked. "The songs you wrote..." I tried holding back my smile. "Did Harry?-" "Yup." I held up the CD Harry had given me. Niall and I laughed. "There really good Niall." I complemented him as a beautiful shade of pink brushed upon his cheeks. "Yea well... Not everyone thinks so." We walked into the guest room that was now my room. "What do you mean?" I asked, he sighed. "Um... Well, me and Harry sent those to a couple radio stations and asked them to play it. One of them said it was crap, another said it wasn't their style, and the last one said; and I quote "Idiotic, ear bleeding, and pure shit."" He said. I was shocked at that one. What unintelligent cunt WOULDN'T like Niall's music? Now I might be over selling it but, his music was really close to perfection, I must say. "That's crazy, Niall!" I said. "I know." He bowed his head. "Their idiots, I'm sorry." I said as I walked around the bed and brushed his hair back, soothing him so. He smiled at my touch. "Thank you." He said, honesty poring from his lips. "Anytime." I stepped up on my tipy toes and kissed his forehead, he brushed my cheek with his thumb. "I'm gonna go take a shower." He started to walk away. I smiled, waiting for Niall to officially leave the room. As I noticed his presence was no longer around, I slowly slipped out of my jeans, leaving myself in only my homemade shirt and my panties. "Ash! Could ya pass me a towel!" Niall hollered for me. I searched around the room for the nearest towel. Grabbing the first thing I saw, I walked to the bathroom. "Here." I reached my hand in, I felt him grasp the fabric as it was not longer in my hand. "Thank ya very much, miss." His Irish accent came out beautifully. I giggled. "No problem, sir." I played along. I heard him chuckle. Not too long after, I realized the shower had stopped and I was still in my panties. I searched around the room for my jeans, but I couldn't find them. "Shit." I cursed. Instead of wasting time looking for something that may never be found, I improvised; jumping into bed and shoving myself under the covers. Niall slowly walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, smoke breezing off his bare chest like a god, the way he waltzed around the room in search of his clothes had me hypnotized. His wet, messy blonde locks falling perfectly over his eyes, though his orbs still were shinning as bright as ever. "A've ya seen my shirt?" He asked. My eyes fell upward to meet his, I stuttered. "U-U-Um n-no." My reply was blunt. I hadn't ever craved such sexual tension in my life, I've always feared it. But with Niall, I-It's different. "You alright there?" He asked, nearly laughing at me. "Yea, I was just lost in thought." I played it off pretty well, better than I thought. Niall chuckled. I wonder if he feels that heat with me? I've never wanted anyone to look at me like "that"; Sexy, hot, attractive, arousing. Never. Niall had this power over me that I'd probably never understand. "Ah, here it is." He went straight back into the bathroom. Not knowing what the hell was going through my mind, I slid my body down the bed and pulled the covers over my head. "Damn, he's sexy." I whispered to myself. I stayed there thinking about what I should do, when I heard the door swing open again. "Ashley?" He called for me. I pulled the covers back over. "What's wrong?" He asked. -What was I going to say? 'I hate that I'm sexually attracted to you.'? "Um." I said softly. He just laughed as he watched me make a fool out of myself. "It's okay." He said, slowly walking toward the bed. I than realized I still didn't have pants on. "Uh-" I stuttered, he frowned. "Could you grab me a pair of pajama pants?" I asked. He nodded, totally not caring that I was obviously half naked, sort of. "These ones?" He held up a pair of bright, hot, pink ones. "Ew. No." I said, he laughed. "What about these?" He showed me another pair. "Eh.." He chuckled again. "Just wear these." He handed me his sweatpants that he picked up off the floor. "Those are huge, Niall!" I giggled. "So? You're just gonna be sleeping, it'll be fine." He and I laughed. "Okay, if you say so." I smiled, grasping the giant pants and slipping them on under the covers. Niall climbed in bed not too long after he turned on the TV to some sports game. "You like baseball?" He asked. I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around me. "Eh," I replied as I enjoyed the motion of his hand stroking back my hair. Not a while after, my eyes started drifting off. I was nearly asleep when Niall started to whisper in my ear. "You look cute in my sweatpants." He said, I smiled. "Thank you." I whispered back. He kissed my forehead. "Promise me something, Ash?" He asked. "Anything." I replied. He rolled over on top of me slowly as he began to kiss my neck, I closed my eyes at the touch. The way his lips felt against my skin was un-describable. I melted into his arms.

"Save yourself for me." He whispered in my ear.

He pulled away, giving me a perfect view of his giant, blue, beautiful eyes. I kissed him. "Of course." I smiled. "Let's goto bed." I suggested. He smiled, rolling back to his previous position as I cuddled into his chest and rested my hand on his torso.

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