Therapy || Sequel of the Dare *Completed*

Niall's back and he is in trouble.

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14. Chapter Fourteen

I am shaken awake. “What?” I ask groggily and Marcel smiles at me. “We are here babe.” He says and I smile and close my eyes again. “Carry me?” I ask my eyes still closed. I feel a strong pair of arms pick me up bridal style and pull me from the car. “She is so lazy.” I hear Harry say and my arms tighten around Marcel. “You’re okay.” He whispers in my ear. I open my eyes and Niall is standing there with a cigarette in his hand. “Niall,” Marcel growls and Niall rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry Nora; please help me relieve myself from drinking and smoking so I don’t get locked up.” He says sarcastically and Marcel sets me down and I walk up to him and slap him. He stares down at me, his intense blue eyes boring into my green ones. “I will see you tomorrow not but until then, stay out of my sight.” I say, turning on my heel and going inside.

 

Marcel’s POV

“You make me sick.” I say to Niall and he rolls his eyes. “I have more respect for her than you do, considering the fact that I never fucked her.” He says and I start charging at him but Harry puts his hand on my chest. “Don’t.” He warns and I look at Niall. “At least I have the decency to take care of her in this relationship than you ever did in yours.” I say and then I look at Harry. “You better hope I don’t kill him while he sleeps.” I say, walking off.

Nora’s POV

I wake up the next morning to the birds chirping. There is a knock at my door and I sigh and go and answer it. “Hello headmistress Mandy.” I say and she smiles slightly. “Good news, you have a new roommate.” She says coldly. Great, I think to myself sarcastically. “Ms. Beals, right here.” Mandy says and a small, petite redhead with freckles scattering her cheeks and innocent brown eyes. “Hi I am Sam.” She says and she walks past me. I smile at Mandy and she walks off and I close the door. “Alright, here are some things you need to know.” I say, turning to her and she is sitting on my bed. “What are you doing?” I ask and she looks up at me. “Sitting on your bed,” she says and I laugh. “Your bed is over there.” I say, pointing to the unoccupied mattress on the other side of the room. “Okay.” She says, getting up and walking over to it. She sits down on it and I sigh. “Alright, so at night, after hours, a guy comes in for therapy, don’t disturb us.” I say and she smirks. “Therapy, I get it.” She says, winking and I roll my eyes. “No.” I say, shaking my head and she smirks and I get up and go take a shower.

I go to my door and open it, revealing Marcel. “Niall is out here too, he has to stay with me, we have our classes together.” He says and I nod. I pick my bag up from the floor and walk out of the door, closing it. I turn and kiss Marcel. “Hey.” He says smirking and I smile. “Hi.” I say and Niall clears his throat. I step away from Marcel and he smiles down at me and I grab his hand and he intertwines our fingers. “Are you ready to go?” Niall asks impatiently.

After classes Marcel takes me to my dorm room while Niall stands and waits. “I love you.” He says, planting a kiss on my lips. “I love you too.” I say, kissing him again. He pulls away from me and he looks at Niall. He walks past Niall and Niall pushes off the wall and walks up to me. “Shall we?” He asks sarcastically and I throw open the door and he goes inside and I walk in, closing the door. “Well hello there.” Niall says and I see Sam on her side of the room, getting dressed. “Ah!” She shouts, covering herself. “Niall, sit on my bed.” I order and he puts up his hands and retreats. “Sorry Sam.” I say and she glares at me. “I am leaving.” She says, pulling her shirt on and leaving. I pull up my spin desk chair and plop down in it. “So when was the last time you drank?” I ask, slowly spinning. “Last night.” He says and I stare at him, as I spin. “Did Harry let you?” I ask and he nods. “Last time you did drugs?” I ask and he thinks. “Maybe two weeks ago?” He says uncertainly. “Good, we are making some progress. Last time you had sex?” I ask and he smirks. “Yesterday,” he says and I nod. “When was the last time you had sex Nora?” He asks, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “That’s none of your business.” I say and he laughs. “How is this any of your business then?” He asks and I glare at him. “I am supposed to be helping you for God knows what reason.” I say and he laughs. “Answer my question.” He demands, grabbing my thigh. I gasp and he squeezes it, trailing his fingers to the inside of my leg. “You have gotten pretty ballsy, haven’t you Horan?” I mutter my breathing heavy. “No, I just know how to push your buttons.” He says and I grab his wrist and pull his hand from my leg. “Do you plan on doing more drugs?” I ask and he shrugs. “Not really sure yet,” he says, leaning back. “Niall, for you to get back out of my life, you need to stay off drugs, stop drinking and stop fucking girls.” I say and his face goes soft. “You want me out of your life?” He asks quietly and I look into his bright blue eyes which hold some other emotion that is quickly washed away with his usual blank eyed stare. “Yes, you are nothing but trouble.” I say, looking away from him. I hear the bed creak and I look at him and he is getting up. “Well don’t let me inconvenience you and your perfect life.” He says and I jump up running to stand in front of the door. “Niall, what is your problem?! You made it clear in high school that you didn’t want a relationship so I just left you.” I say and he stares at the wall beside us. “Just move Nora.” He says, his eyes meeting mine again and there are tears gliding down his cheeks. I stare up at him; my hand slowly reaches up, wiping away his tears. “Nora, move.” He says quietly and I snake my hand at the nape of his neck and pull his face toward mine. “No.” I whisper and then I press my lips to his. Memories and feelings start rushing back.

Authors Note

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