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.


23. Chapter 23


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Niall's POV:

"I want you." She whispered in my ear as I placed soft kisses upon her neck. I ran my hand up her thigh with no hesitation what-so-ever as her nails dug into the fabric of my clothing, leaving sharp scrapes along the skin. "Take off your shirt." She murmured in my ear as she smirked against my lips. Doing as she wished, I propped up on my knees as I slipped off my T, leaning back into the kiss afterwards. Revealing my bare chest seemed to satisfy her as I felt her hands all over my torso. "My turn." She hummed as she flipped over on top of me, grabbing the edge of her shirt and ripping it off like it was nothing. Her black lace bra was now revealed and boy it was something. What's gotten into her? "Ashley just- Slow down." I said, knowing she was a bit off. Not that I didn't enjoy this seductive side of her, but she just wasn't herself. "Why?" She whispered, still not backing off as her kisses got rougher, harder, dirtier. I hadn't said anything in reply due to the distraction of dirty things being whispered in my ear. "Ash." I managed to whimper out. "Niall." She moaned. "Niall."




"Niall? You up?"


A sudden flash of realization hit me as the sexual and seductive tone turned into a loving, caring, beautiful voice. "Ash?" I whispered, still half asleep as fingertips slowly brushed against my cheek. I heard a soft giggle. -Something that was once a craving moan, now a silly laugh. "Morning Niall." Ashley smiled as I fluttered my eyes open, revealing her beauty as I took notice in her wrapped in my sweater. "Morning." I laughed. I couldn't help but peak down at my lower half, making sure I wasn't too seduced by my dream. I sighed quietly in relief, realizing that I had no reason to be embarrassed. "What was that?" Ashley asked, taking noticed in my action. "Oh, uh, nothing. You look cute in my sweater." I smiled and winked, knowing that that always made her blush as I tried to change the subject. "Thanks..." She said looking down as her cheeks began to heat up. "I have to go take a shower." She murmured, trying to hide the power I had over her. I smiled. "Okay," I said as I watched her skip to the bathroom. Her beautiful long locks ran down her back as I noticed she hadn't yet closed the door. I scuffed out of bed and threw on a pair of pants, not caring about grabbing a shirt simply because I was just that lazy. I turned my vision over to the bathroom due to the curiosity in wether Ashley had shut the door or not. She still hadn't. I watched carefully as she slipped off my sweater, revealing her underwear, that wasn't black nor lace. I couldn't shake that dream, no matter how hard I tried. Next thing she did was reach for the top of her pajama pants, slipping them down easily and slowly. I gulped. Shaking my head and turning away as I tried ignoring her sexuality. "Niall! Could you hand me a towel!" She hollered over the running water. "Um- *Cough* I um-" I couldn't get my words out. "Niall?" She repeated herself. "Niall you there?" I heard her feet scuff towards the bathroom door, I panicked. "Oh um, yea! I-I-I'm here! Uh, you don't have to come out! Just um- just don't come out!" I said, terrified of her revealing herself to me in only her bra and panties. Because I know all I would want to do is grab her and kiss her all over, but I couldn't. So she can't. And I won't. "Okay!" She started laughing at my stutter. I searched the room for the biggest, most non-revealing towel I could find. "Here." I whispered to myself as I found a giant towel that could cover her body twice laying on the floor. "Here ya go, Ash." I said, shutting my eyes and sticking my hand through the crack in the door. "Niall! This is huge! It's way too big! Here I'll just find one-" "No that's fine I jus-" "Niall, I got it." She laughed as she walked out of the room. "Uhm..." I coughed as she graced out of the room with barely any clothing on. "Look, there's one right here." She found something that was just thrown on the floor. I kept my vision on my feet as I was too nervous to look at her. "Niall?" She lifted my chin with her fingertips as my vision trailed up her nearly naked body. "You okay?" She asked, finally locking eyes with me. I know it wasn't her attention to look this irresistible, it just happened naturally, and that made me insane; I wanted to give her all the respect in the world but- How am I able to do that when all I wanna do is push her against the wall and have my way with her? God this is all messed up. "*Cough* um- Yea. I um. I uh. Yea, I-I-I'm fine." I flashed her a pitiful smile. She frowned. "No you're not, what's wrong?" She said, damn I knew she wasn't going to give up. "It's nothing." I mumbled. "Just- Could you please put this on." I said, wrapping the towel around her and covering herself. Her look was so unreadable. I smiled, hoping she would believe that I was perfectly fine. "Are you sure it's nothing?" She asked. I smiled, walking toward her and placing my lips softly on her head, trying my best not to let them travel to her neck. "I'm fine." I rested my forehead against hers. She smiled at me. "Now go take your shower, babe." I grinned, she giggled. "Kay..." She blushed as she skipped off to the bathroom. Damn she's sexy.


"Niall, have you seen my blue jeans? The ones with the design on the back?" She asked me from the bathroom, again needing my assistance is something that was related to her having to undress. "No, sorry. Are they in there?" I answered honestly as I hoped she wouldn't come out again. "No, here, I'll just come look." She said, I couldn't help but stare as she walked out in only a towel. My mouth nearly dropped as I watched the hot steam flow beautifully off her bare skin, her smooth, sexy legs were soak and wet from the water dripping down her body. She was the definition of perfection. "Niall?" She called me as she noticed me staring straight at her. Not at her eyes, but at her body. She surprisingly blushed. I coughed awkwardly and continued to search through my twitter feed on my phone. I acted as if I didn't do anything out of embarrassment. Damn I had to stop thinking about that kind of stuff, ever since that dream, I just couldn't shake the thought. "What's going on with you?" She nearly chuckled. I kept my head down, not being able to look her in the eyes. "Niall? I know you can hear me." I still refused to meet her eye line. She started to walk toward me as I kept my vision on my phone, knowing she was still only in a towel. Her fingertips brushed my chin and lifted it upward. Without hesitation; she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly onto mine. "You can tell me anything." She whispered against my lips. I frowned. "Well- It's um- I had this dream." She sat next to me on the bed. "Uhm, I'll tell you after you get dressed." I said, knowing I couldn't possible say anything I wanted to say while she sits there in only a towel. She frowned. "Well, okay." She said, getting up and walking to the bathroom.


Ashley's POV:
What was going on with him? He seemed so off. He wouldn't look at me, he kept stuttering. He said it was something about a dream. I wasn't sure what it was but- I knew I had to find out. Once I got dressed and ready, I headed back out of the room, attempting to talk with Niall again, but to my surprise; he wasn't there. "Niall?" I asked. No reply. I heard quiet mumbling coming from the hallway, thanks to my stupid curiosity, I began to follow the noise. I overheard Niall talking on the phone with a friend, due to the low voice on the line, I assumed it to be Harry.


Niall's POV:
"No, I mean yea but- N-Not like that." I murmured to Harry on the phone.

"Wow dude, you need to get laid bad" he chuckled at me.

"Shut up, I have but it's just- ugh dude this dream was- and I'm just- and then theres-" I couldn't get the words out.

"Well don't tell her about the dream, she'll get all weirded out and what-not. Just um- Uh- Well-" Even Harry, of all people, didn't have any advice for me. I heard quiet feet shuffle from behind me as I knew it was Ash.

"Man, I'll call you back"

"Alright, bye, good luck." He laughed at me.

"Yea, yea." I hung up the phone.


"Hey..." Ashley said quietly. "Hey." I said, hoping she didn't over hear mine and Harry's discussion. Without saying a word, she slowly walked toward me and placed her arms around my neck, she looked deep into my eyes and then pressed her lips on mine. I smiled against her lips. "What was that for?" I asked. "I'm not stupid, Niall." She started, I got nervous. She smiled at my blush and pulled her body closer to mine, propping up on her tippy toes to give her more hight, she placed her lips upon my neck. She started running her fingers through my hair as I nearly moaned at her touch.


"I'm not as shy as you think I am."

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