Nothing like us

Melissa is a player who's only interest is to break boys' heart like they broke hers.. But what happens when she meets a punk guy who is dying to know her secrets?


19. Chapter 18

"Do you want to talk?" He says putting his hand on my hair and gently stroking my back. I recompose and step out of his hold.

I sigh, not knowing where to start. I feel a bit embarrassed that I cried in front of him, but I honestly wouldn't change it. It's nice to have someone that is allowed to see you like this once and awhile.

"I had this boyfriend, we were together for a long time. He made me forget things." I start and then take a moment to just think about what happened between us.

"His name was David. He was a really good student and all. I kind of was too." Niall just grabs my hand reassuring me.

"David's friends weren't all that great though. They didn't really like me, so they decided to screw things up for us." I start and my voice breaks. Niall just closes his eyes, not wanting to see me right now.

"One of them came to my house at night, when my mom was working, and well..."

"He rap-.." Niall tries to speak but stops mid sentence. I nod, knowing what he was about to say.

"They went back to him, David that is. Telling him that they found me... Well cheating on him with another guy." At this point I was just whispering the words, not really wanting to hear them myself. Niall held my hand tighter.

"He believed them in the end, breaking up with me, calling me a whore and such." I couldn't even cry anymore. I had so many restless, terrible, horrible nights thinking about this over and over, that when I tell it to Niall, it seems like a fucked up fairy tale.

"Are they in this school?" Niall says gritting his teeth.

"I begged my mother to change, so we did." I reply, my voice low. He opened his mouth to speak but I wanted to tell him everything.

"That's when it kind of happened." I say.

"What?" He says calmly.

"I became the fuck up that I am now." I say with a neutral expression.


"No, we both know it's true Niall, I just wanted you to know when it happened and why. It's not the only reason, but it's the main cause anyway."

He looks at me confused.

"One thing at a time." I breath, not wanting to dwell on my father's parting.

"I decided that I'd hurt people before they hurt me."

"Melissa you don't have to do that anymore."

"It's not that easy." I too tired to even yell.

"I'm too screwed up Niall. I'm too fucked up for someone like you. You're different and I don't want to end up hurting you. But look what happened, I did! I'm a fuck up and always will be." I sigh running my hand through my hair and shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't care." He boldly states. I just smile at his idiocy.

"You say that now, but I assure you, you'll end up resenting the decision you're trying to make Niall." He gets up, turning me to face him.

"Melissa, I won't. Listen you may have screwed up, but that's why I'm here. I want to be with you to help you." He says seriously.

I don't get it, I don't understand why he's here. I don't deserve him.

He sure as hell doesn't deserve someone like me.

"Through all the shit, I'll be here." He says confidently. I just smile at him, I've never really had someone like Niall before.

"You promise?" I weakly say. Fuck it sounded pathetic but I couldn't stop myself from blurting it out.

"Yes." He pulls me in a hug, then kissing me gently.

He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me tightly next to him, he's been pretty silent as we walk to his car. We had strayed quite a lot.

"Does anyone else know?" He asks innocently.

"Only Harry."

He groans at the sound of his name and chuckle.

"Don't worry about him Niall."

"I'm not worried, it's just tha-"

"There's nothing between us, he's my best friend and that's it." I assure him, he decides to drop the subject considering I've spilled enough shit today.

We get in the car and he squeezes my thigh, not with bad intentions but just showing affection.

"Niall?" I say stepping out of the car and in his driveway.


"Do you want to come in?" I plead.

"Melissa.. I don't know if that's really the right thing to do.."

"What? No. I don't mean to do that... Never mind." I say walking towards my house. I hear him jog up next to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I'll stay." He smiles and I open the front door. Again, my mom was never really home on Fridays so I didn't hesitate for a second to head upstairs with Niall.

I show him to my room, and then head over to the bathroom to get changed.

"Want some sweats?" I ask him.

"You have guy clothes in your room?" He laughs as I throw him a pair.

"They're Harr-.." I stop myself but it's probably too late.


"Niall I promise there is nothi-"

"It's fine Melissa, really it's fine." He says and I can't really tell if he is lying or not, but I don't want to push it.

I come out of the bathroom wearing some sweats and a tank. I feel a bit awkward wearing this in front of Niall.

"You look beautiful." He assures me, pulling in between his legs. I smile down at him.

"I'm exhausted." I breathe.

"Same." He says scooting up to the start of the mattress.

"Let's get some sleep shall we?" I quietly say, laying down next to Niall.

He wraps his arm around me and I try to conceal the stupid smile that is plastered on my face. I rest my head on his chest.

"No!" I yell, breaking the lamp as I try and get as far away from this maniac as possible. All I see is his eyes and lips under the robbers mask that he has on.

"Aren't you just the perfect little whore?" He has a smug smile on his face and I fall back terrorized. I try and get back up but I'm immobilized. I'm too scared to do shit.

"Why?!" I yell trying to get him off of me. Why is this happening!? What did I do?!

"You know what? You're just a fucking bitch, so I'm going to treat you like one!" He shouts and rips my t-shirt off of me.

"Please don't." I meekly whisper, tears falling down my cheeks.

"No!" I yell, sweaty, waking up from that fucking nightmare. I used to have it every night after the incident, now I only have it a few times a month. My mother is never around to fucking hear it anyways.

She wasn't around to help me then, she isn't around to help me now.

"Fuck!" I shout again, just as loud. My heart is beating incredibly fast and I take in short quick breaths. I run my hand over my forehead that's covered in little sweat droplets.

"Melissa!" Niall shoots up from the bed. I forgot he was here for a second.

"Are you ok!?" He says worriedly.

"Yeah. Yeah." I try to talk but I can hardly breath. He takes me into his arms, holding me, trying to calm me down and it surprisingly works.

"What happened?" He says into my hair, not letting go. He draws little patterns on my back, soothing me.

"It was a nightmare. A nightmare about.. That." I feel disgusted saying it. If it wasn't enough having experienced it, I must relieve it so fucking often

"Melissa. God I'm so sorry." He says.

"It's fine, I shouldn't fucking be so weak." I huff.

"Stop being so hard on yourself!" Niall says raising his tone.

"You're fine the way that you are." He says soothingly holding me closer.

I look at him for a second. Not really knowing what I should say, not really understanding what I did to deserve Niall.

Fuck I didn't deserve that damn experience.

But I've hurt so many fucking people.

I've screwed so much shit up.

But he's here.

"Niall." I say quietly.

"Yeah?" He says, smiling.

"Niall.... I think I love you."

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