Carter is a foster child that never gets along with anyone. She's a loner and has secrets not even her brother knows about her. What happens when the jock, Niall Horan, starts to take a liking for Carter?


29. Exhausted?

Carter's POV

"Carter!" Isaac came in for a hug but I quickly grabbed Niall's arm and backed up behind him.

"Leave me alone, Isaac." I sounded weak and as terrified as I was.

"C'mon, you can't give a hug to an old friend?" He smirks and grabs for me but is immediately denied by Niall.

"I don't know who you are, but if you lay a finger on her, I WILL make sure you pay." Niall growled.

"Niall, it's okay." I whispered before stepping in front of him. "What are you doing here?" I asked Isaac who stood with his pathetic smile.

"Can't I just visit an old friend?"

"I am not a friend to you."

"Oh that's right." He stood for a moment, "I was more than that to you at one point wasn't I?"

My voice was shaky, "When I said I never wanted to see you again I meant it."

"Really? I see you haven't been getting along well without me sweetheart." He grabbed for my cut arm and dug his nails into me.

"You son of a bitch!" Niall screamed and immediately began to punch him in the face. "You never touch her!" He screamed as he continued beating Isaac. "Niall! Stop!" I shrieked and pulled him off of Isaac. "Stop being childish!" I grabbed Niall. "Stop the childish fighting!"

"He was hurting you!" Niall yelled.

"I could've handled it."

"But I couldn't watch it, Carter. I can't handle you getting hurt." Niall was almost to tears. I stare at him for a moment before grabbing his hand, "Look at me. I'm okay. I'm not hurt. I'm right here."

Around two in the morning we were allowed to head back home. Apparently a few guys were robbing house but luckily Niall's house didn't lose anything but a little change that was lying around; my house was untouched as well. When we arrived back to his house, the halls were littered but not too bad. "Let's just worry about it in the morning." Niall was exhausted when he spoke. "We need to talk." I replied. "Carter, really, I can't handle being yelled at right now; I'm tired."

"I'm not going to yell at you. I just want to talk to you. Not even five minutes."

Niall turned to face me and peered down at me to show he was listening.

"I'm not mad at you. I just want you to know that you don't have to defend me from Isaac. He's the past, and I want to keep it that way. Okay?" Niall closed his eyes and nodded, "Okay."

"C'mon. Let's go to bed." I tugged his hand and he smiled. I began walking towards his bedroom when I felt him softly grab my bum. I turned and glared at him; Niall raised his hands in innocence, "it wasn't me!"

"Mmhmm." I crack a smile and open up the bedroom door. The room was untouched except for when we were in there. "Okay, maybe I'm not that exhausted." Niall turned me back to him and lightly shoved me onto the bed and kissed me softly on the neck, "but I am." I replied and pushed him off with a smile. "You're not teasing me, are you?" He asked.

"Not at all." I pulled the covers over myself and rolled to my side of the bed. Niall sighed, "sometimes you're really hard to get along with, Carter." I smiled to myself knowing that I won this little game.

The next morning I woke up to something poking me against the back which I soon found to be Niall. I stifled my laughter and went to the shower room the clean up. The hot water steamed the mirrors and tile. I pulled off the t-shirt, that was Niall's, and began throwing my hair up into a bun. I suddenly felt a pair of arms slither their way around my bare skin. 

"Good morning, baby." Niall groggily said up against the skin of my neck. I turned to face him so he could pull me into a soft hug. Niall's hands slid down my back until

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