We're all together at Harry's house having lunch. I'm sitting between Liam and Niall, when Liam starts to rub his hand up my thigh. I start to squirm; Niall notices. "I.... Uh... I need to be excused for a moment!" I jump out of my seat and run to the other room. My face flushes a bright shade of red from embarrassment; I try to take deep breaths to make it fade. I hope to god Niall didn't see any of that. He would be so hurt. I begin to collect myself when a hand grasps my shoulder,
"You alright, S?" Niall whispers comfortingly into my ear.
"Y..yeah. I'm fine now. Thanks babe." I sheepishly grin back at him.
He heads back to the table, but I pull him back by the belt loops in his pants, "Niall... I need to tell you something important... And I need you not to say anything to anyone."
I'm tense after hearing those words... This must be truly important if she's warning me so intensely. I watch her lips as the words fall out,
"Liam..." She trails off biting her lips. I can see how hesitant she is, "Liam has... Feelings towards me." My heart drops into my stomach; my emotions storm over my mind. I mindlessly rage into the kitchen with Stela behind trying to keep up with me.
"YOU BRITISH SWINE!!" I roar, my Irish accent getting thicker with each word. The boys faces go pale as I yell these offensive slurs. Stela slaps me hard across the face,
"What happened to not saying anything!?" She hissed through gritted teeth in my ear. By the time I went to explain myself she had already rushed out the door, all her belongings in hand except her phone.
*20 minutes later at home*
I rush into my kitchen to find the one thing that cures all my problems: alcohol. I grab the first thing I can find which just happens to be vodka. I fill a wine glass to the brim with it. Fuck. What is going to happen now? My anxiety overwhelms me. Quickly, I find myself as drunk as ever, stumbling wherever I step. I ... Need... To.. Talk to Niall... No I don't... Yes...
I search around everywhere for my phone; it's nowhere to be found. Where could I have left it? I try to think but my thoughts are clouded by alcohol. ... Maybe I just need to sit down....
It feels like only minutes have gone by, but when I look at the clock it's now 9 at night. I sink my head into my hands and start to whimper..
"Don't do that! Don't cry," Niall's familiar voice seeps into my ears. I think I'm hallucinating until I look up and see him.
"You left this at Harry's. I came here to return it. You're drunk... Put that glass down." He grabs it from my hand and pours the liquid problem solver down the drain..
"I'm so sorry... I never wanted you to see me like this.." I croak, the tears spilling down my face.
"Don't be sorry; I'm sorry. Liam's gets everything he wants. It's his natural gift. I don't want to lose you to him. I let my emotions get the best of me... But enough about me. Let's get you in bed." He helps me off the ground, supporting my weight with the left side his body. Niall guides me to my room and helps me crawl into bed. "Tomorrow morning I'll be back over to help you clean yourself up." He kisses me endearingly on the forehead. I'm laying in the middle of my bed, and he's sitting on the edge, his back towards me. "You can't do this again... I don't like seeing you so helpless and vulnerable." He turns around and fragilely brushes my hair off my face with his hands. "Goodnight Stela, I'll see you in the morning." I can tell he isn't going to kiss me goodnight, so I prop myself up and smash my lips onto his and sloppily kiss him. He abruptly pulls back, "S, I'm not going to take advantage of a girl who's clearly not in the right state of mind. Go to sleep."
Niall's been gone for at least and hour when I hear a knock on my door.
I feel so stupid showing up uninvited. I feel like I need to apologize for all of this. I was being stupid. I just wanted to look cool. I knock on the door. No one answers; I test the handle to find it's unlocked. I slide inside. "Hello?? Hello?" I call out. No response. I check her room; she's in bed... Asleep?
"Niall? Is that you?" I hear her moan.
"Ahhh yes.. It is.." I fake an Irish accent to the best of my ability.
"Come here baby. I missed you. Why didn't you wanna stay the night before? What changed your mind?"
"I didn't know if you wanted me to stay.." I fake, she seems drunk, "are you okay?"
"I'm so drunk baby thanks for helping me to bed I would have never made it here by myself."
I lean onto her in her bed and passionately press my lips to hers,
"Anything for you.." I kiss her again, she responds kissing me strongly back.
"How about I thank you? With a little treat." She sits up to the best of her drunken ability and starts to unbutton my shirt. The room's pitch black; thank god because if it wasn't I would be caught red handed.
"Alright. No more words. Just you and me." I smoothly undress her out of her oversized plain white t-shirt. She is so beautiful, I want her. I hungrily press my lips against hers, pawing at her exposed breasts. She moans against me, making blood rush between my thighs. She rubs her tiny hands against my length, causing me to muffle a groan in my throat. I slip my hands under her panties, feeling her warm core. She gasps as I plunge two fingers into her, whimpering as I curl my fingers and increase my speed. By now her panties are off, and I duck my head down toward her. I flick my tongue against her warmth below and she groans. "Niall, when did you get so good at this?" She moans with all her strength, pressing me into her. I snicker mentally. I can feel her about to climax, but I want to keep this going as long as possible. I get up and prop myself above her. While kissing her neck, I insert my length into her, feeling her body pulse with every movement. Her nails dig into my back; it hurts but it feels so good. I push myself further into her, a moan escaping her plump, pouty lips every time. "I ... I'm about to ..." Her body finishes her thought for her.