He Loves Me Not

Paige has been torn over and over. Taken away from her family, lied to, and abused by her crazy boyfriend she is miserable. Will she be able to escape? Will she be reunited with her family? Will she be able to have a relationship after all she has been through? Will anything ever be the same?


29. The Morning After

Paige's POV


Pounding. A strong pounding headache was my morning wake up call. 
"Damn it." I mumbled as the events of last night slipped through my fingers. 
Then I felt someone beside me. Looking down, I saw a shirtless Niall sprawled across my bed. 
"Niall?" I gasped, nudging him with my foot. 
"Huh?" He muttered, slowly waking up.
"Did we... Uh..." I struggled to get my question out. 
"What? No! Not yet, babe." He bolted awake. Good, I was still a virgin, I wouldn't want to loose myself then wake up the next day with no memory of the experience. 
"You ok, boo?" Niall chuckled, taking in my puzzled face. 
"What happened last night?" I asked. 
"Funny Paige." He rolled his eyes and lay back down beside me. 
"What? I honestly don't remember, shit how much did I drink?" I asked. 
"A lot." Niall frowned, sitting back up again. 
"That explains the headache." I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. 
The darkness behind my eyelids was nice, it gave me a chance to consider what was going on. Then I realized I was in bed with Niall... In bed WITH Niall. 
"Why the fuck are you in my bed?" I blurted out. 
"You really don't remember?" Niall asked sadly. 
He ran a hand through his hair, a habit I noticed he did when he was upset or worried. 
"Oh, uh I came in here cuz you were cold and we were both really tired." Niall shrugged, then he got up and left in his boxer shorts. 
I plopped back onto my pillow and stared at the ceiling fan. 
What just happened? 


Niall's POV


Forgotten? I mean she didn't forget much just one kiss... But still. It was our first kiss. 
I frowned and stumbled down the hall to my room in just the light shining from the windows. My door was only two down, on the other side of Paige's personal bathroom, so the walk wasn't too long or hard to navigate. 
Stepping inside, I switched on the light and put on some clothes. I could care less that I smelled like sweat and McDonalds combined. I could care less that I looked like I was eaten by a bear then spit back out. I could care less that my eyes had dark circles on them from staying up so late. I could care less that I was randomly leaving with no destination in mind. I just wanted Paige. That simple. I was in love with her. 

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