Twist In My Story


14. Unexpected

November 25th



I groan as I stretch out to turn off the alarm clock. I turn to my side and see someone in my bed. I quickly get out of bed, which makes them wake up.


I seriously don't know who that is.

"I didn't mean anything I said."

It's Jesse.

"Shut up and get out!" I yell.

"Babe, please forgive me," he says while walking to me.

"No, and I'm not your babe."

Jesse pins me against the wall and pins my arms against the wall too.

"You so sure about that?" he says with an evil glare in his eye.

"I'm pretty sure," I sneer.

"Maybe this will change your attitude."

I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, making me lose my breath. I look down and I see that I am being stabbed.

"Morgan," I hear an irish accent say.


"Morgan, wake up!"

I open my eyes and the figure sitting next to me and shaking me awake startles me. I swat his hand away and sit up. I look around and see that I am still in my bed. I look down at my stomach and that is still normal. I look next to me and see Niall, who looks very worried. I bring my knees to my chest and sit there.

"I-I'm okay," I say shakily.

"No, you're not. I came in because you were screaming. What was your nightmare this time?"

I have had nightmares ever since that night with Jesse and I can't figure out why. They all end up with Jesse being violent though, and he never was.

"H-he stabbed me," I say on the verge of tears.

"It's okay," Niall says and pulls me into his chest.

He wipes some tears that have escaped my eyes and I calm myself down.

"Niall, I am so tired of these nightmares," I say as I sigh. "I don't know how to make them stop."

"Think of things that make you happy before you go to bed?" he suggests.

"Maybe, I guess I will try. What time is it?"

"It's 3 in the morning," he says as he yawns.

"Ugh. I have to get up at 7. Only 4 more hours to sleep."

I give Niall a hug and go back under my sheets.

"Thank you Niall. I bet you are tired of hearing me scream and comforting me several times in the middle of the night."

"Anything for you, Morgan," he says.

What was that supposed to mean? Anything for me? I bet he's just saying that to make me feel better. I close my eyes and I don't feel Niall get up.


Just like my nightmare, my alarm clock goes off. I stretch to turn it off and then I realize I feel someone beside me. I widen my eyes, really hoping this isn't another nightmare. I slowly turn my head and see scruffy blonde hair and his Irish self sleeping. I knew he never got up. What am I doing though?! He just slept with me! We aren't even together! Well, I guess it was more like he slept next to me because he didn't cuddle me or anything. Ugh, I don't know! Then, I realize, he didn't leave and I didn't have another nightmare. I quickly get up, knowing that I have to get ready soon. I grab my outfit for today and go into the bathroom and change. After I am done getting ready, I come back into the guest room and see Niall still on the bed propping himself up with his elbow.

"Good morning, cowgirl," he says as he smiles at me.

"Good morning, leprechaun."

"So, where is it you are going? You won't tell me!"

"I know, and I'm not going to," I say as I smirk at him.

I go into the kicthen to get breakfast and Niall follows me.

"Please tell me!" he says while giving me a cute pouty face.

"No," I say trying to resist the urge to just kiss him because he looks so cute.

"Come on! I am your best friend!"

"Fine, I am going to go look at houses."

"W-what? Why?!"

"Because I need my own place?"

"Why not stay here?" he asks worried.

"I don't know. I feel like I need my own place. I can't be your 'guest' for the rest of my life."

Niall mumbles something that I can't quite figure out.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Um, nothing."

"You said something."

"I was uh-just thinking out loud about what we need to get from the store."

"Mmm hmm," I say giving him a suspicious look. "By the way, you mean what you need to get from the store."


"Well, I am going to go meet up with the realtor."

"What's the number?" he asks.


"What's the realtor's number?"


"Just because."

"Okay then."

I give Niall the number and head out. I walk out the front door and hear Niall run behind me.

"You didn't eat!" he yells from the doorway as I get in my car.

"I'll get something on the way!" I yell back.

As I drive away, Niall waves goodbye and I wave back. Why does he care about me so much? He's like my husband. Shhh Morgan! Don't put any thoughts like that into your head. It will never happen.


"So here is the master bedroom," the realtor says as she motions around the room.

I look around and admire it all because the flat looks so nice, but I can't afford it. I gave her a strict price range and this is at least a million dollars over my budget. It's just as nice as Niall's and his, I definitely can't afford.

"This all is very nice, but why are you showing me houses that are way out of my price range? I can't afford this."

"Someone called me and said that they were paying for your house and gave me a new price range. Did you not know?"

That is why Niall wanted the number. Why is he so nice? I can't pass up his generosity, but at the same I can't just let him buy everything for me. I don't like people buying stuff for me without me knowing about it, especially something this big.

"No, I didn't. I think I have an idea of who called you though."

"Well good. Have you decided on which house or flat you would like?"

"I am going to think about it for a few days considering someone else is paying for it. I'll call you when I make my decision."

"Okay, take your time."

The realtor and I shake hands and then I drive back to Niall's. I storm into the house, and put my stuff down in the guest room. I sit on the bed, trying to figure out my emotions. I am thankful that Niall was trying to help me, but at the same time, I am upset that he did this unexpectedly and thinks that I can't take care of myself. Niall slowly comes in and sits next to me. He puts his hand on my back seeing that I am upset, but I brush him off.

"Morgan, what's wrong?"

"Do you think I can't take care of myself?"


"I bet you just feel bad for me. That's what it is. I don't need your charity."

"Morgan, what are y-?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Niall! Why did you tell that realtor that you will pay for my house?!" I say as I stand up with my back towards the wall.

I am "mad" at him, so I need to act like it. First, by getting away from him.

"I was just being nice. I thought I could help you out."

"Thanks, but I don't need your help."

Niall walks up to me suddenly and puts his arms on the wall on either side of me and my back is up against the wall. He is getting very close. My heart races faster and I start to breathe faster. Niall face is inches from mine.

"You are so stubborn," he whispers.

"I told you to get used to it," I whisper back.

Niall smirks at me and then his lips press against mine. He feels unsure of himself. I kiss him back to let him know it's okay as my fingers run through his hair. Niall gently holds me around my waist. We pull apart and I just want more.

"You still mad at me?" he asks smiling.

"Yes, very," I say as I kiss him again.

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