~A/n the song for this chapter is Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.
*warning: unpleasant scenes*
Oh my god.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
I felt a lump form in my throat. I tried so hard to fight back tears once his words really hit me. I've known Bobby since I could crawl. How did he just suddenly die?
"Did Bobby have a heart condition?" I asked.
"If he did, none of us knew anything about it," Niall weeped.
He cried into my shoulder some more as I ran a reassuring hand up and down his back and whispered "It's going to be okay" in his ear. His tattooed arms were snaked around my waist, holding me close to his warm body.
I told him to calm down and have a drink after wiping away his tears with my hands, and he complied. I've known him for only about a week and a half, but I have never seen him this upset. Heck, I've never seen anyone this upset.
By the end of the night, Niall had drunk way too many beers and was wasted like a teenager at his first high school party. And when I say wasted, I mean he was totally wasted. He even had trouble walking back to a motel room that was literally twenty seconds away. But it was okay. I was pretty drunk, too. Maybe not as much as Niall was, but I was still pretty drunk. When we finally decided to go back it was well, I didn't really know what time it actually was.
"You know," he slurred, "I met this guy once. He was also a hunter. He helped me with a case with a rabid demon."
"A rabid demon?" I asked in confusion. "I never knew those existed."
"Neither did I," Niall said. "But anyway, there we were, staring into its black eyes. It had foam at its mouth and it was baring its teeth. It was about to jump on us, but an angel came out of nowhere and helped us. That is how I met Remiel."
"Liam," I corrected. "He likes the name Liam better."
We continued walking back to our room, and just as we neared the door, I tripped over my own feet and almost landed face-first on the ground. Niall held me up, though. In his state, I don't know how. I guess training all those years really did pay off. When I got back on my feet Niall and I looked at each other and laughed. We laughed to the point where my stomach was in pain. We calmed down after about thirty seconds. Yes, we laughed for thirty seconds just because I almost planted my face in the cement.
"You know," Niall said slowly, "I wasn't leading you on in the morning."
"You weren't?" I asked in confusion.
"I wasn't. And I wasn't doing it before either."
My heart began to beat faster in my rib cage. Was he serious, or was this the alcohol talking? I couldn't get a chance to think about what he just said or apologize to him because the next thing that happened was unexpected.
He kissed me. Niall Horan kissed me. He made me lean my back on the wooden wall of the motel as he moved his lips with mine sloppily. His hands were everywhere. And by everywhere I meant my hair, my arms, my back, my neck, my legs, and even my ass. My head was woozy and I didn't know if it was because of Niall or because of all the booze in my system. Niall blindly lead us into our room and pushed me on the bed. He crawled on top of me and began to strip me down.
"Should we do this?" I asked. Though I really didn't care. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
"Who the hell cares?" Niall said.
When he was done with my clothes he began to take his own off as well. Then he continued what he started. It all seemed so weird but felt amazing. I was too wasted to care, and I was pretty sure Niall was too. I was so damn drunk that I couldn't tell the emotions I was having. But it felt so great to have him inside me. Damn it, I wouldn't remember all that happened tomorrow.
Boy were we going to regret this in the morning.
I woke up in the morning feeling like total crap. My head was throbbing and I felt uneasiness in my stomach. The sunlight spilled into the room through the window and irritated my eyes. I felt sore downstairs. The sheets against my bare body made me wonder why I was nude.
I heard a moan from the bathroom and the toilet being flushed. I slowly put on my underwear and a t-shirt over my head and got up to see what was going on. I saw Niall in his boxers kneeling on the tiled floor with his head over the toilet. He gagged and vomited. This stirred something in my stomach and I felt sick. I ran to the garbage can in the main room and threw up everything out of my system. My stomach was basically excreting everything from my body. I felt weak and ill.
I was hungover, great.
When I was sure nothing was left in my stomach, I stood up and dragged my feet to the bed. Soon Niall came out of the bathroom and plopped on the other bed. We both let out a groan in unison.
"Someone has to go get some medicine," I said after a moment of silence.
"Which one of us?" Niall murmured.
"Rock paper scissor?" I suggested.
"Okay," he agreed.
We did it, and Niall beat my paper with his scissors. I groaned and got up to dress. It took longer than usual since I felt like crap. But thankfully when I got to the pharmacy there were no customers at the cash register. There was only one other customer, which was some man looking in the toothpaste section.
I searched for the medicine Niall and I so desperately needed. It took a while since I wasn't really used to the set up here. Once I found it I slowly walked over to the cash register.
But something was off.
The guy I saw earlier was following me. At least it felt like it. I thought I was being watched. Surely it wasn't a demon. Demons let off a sulfury smell. I didn't smell sulfur. I looked back and saw the man dodge behind an aisle. I warily continued to the register. If he followed me outside I would confront him.
When I bought the medicine and got back to our room, Niall was watching television, but this time he was fully clothed. He wore his clothes from last night. Speaking of which...
"I got it," I said.
"Great," Niall replied, totally lost in the program. He was watching Hawaii Five-O, one of my favorite shows.
"Um, Niall," I started. "Do you remember what happened last night? Because I remember you getting that call about your dad and going to the bar. Then I wake up naked.
"Strange, that's all I remember too," he said.
"Wait, you woke up naked too?"
We slowly looked at each other in realization, and we both had eyes as wide as a deer's in headlights.
Niall and I were under the sheets together last night after getting drunk. So that's why I felt sore down there. My heart beat a bit faster against my chest at the thought of it.
"Um, let's pretend that never happened," I quickly said.
"No problem," came the fast reply.
Niall and I took our medicine then and I decided to watch television with him, but I went to lay down on the other bed. Of course, in the middle of watching it I fell asleep. It was no surprise; I already watched this episode so I knew what would happen. I remember reading on the bottle that drowsiness was a side effect of taking the medicine. When I woke up I felt so much better. Strange, my hangovers usually lasted an entire day if they were as bad as the last one. I just shrugged it off and rose from the bed. I saw that Niall was asleep also, and the thought came crashing back.
Last night I had sex with Niall. I wondered how that happened. I tried to remember what happened after Niall cried in to my shoulder, but only got bits and pieces. I remember drinking, him talking nonsense. I also kind of remembered what happened right outside the room. I almost fell and he caught me. We started laughing and he said something. But what was it? It definitely wasn't "Are you okay?" It wasn't a question at all. When I remembered my heart skipped a beat for a millisecond. He told me that he wasn't leading me on yesterday morning. But what about the other times? Did he mention anything about that? Maybe I was just imagining that part?
I still couldn't get the thought that we had it last night out of my mind. But then we were drunk, so it really didn't mean a thing. Right?
All of a sudden I realized how hungry I was. My stomach growled loudly. I wanted to go to the diner to get breakfast but I didn't want to go without Niall. I'm pretty sure he was hungry too, so I waited until he woke up. Thankfully it didn't take long. He woke up a few minutes later and the first thing he said when he saw me was "I'm starving."
We went to the diner after packing our stuff and had a quick breakfast. Niall and I ordered the same thing: blueberry pancakes with maple syrup and a cup of coffee. Niall also ordered a bowl of cereal, which is what I decided against.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him.
"Way better than earlier," Niall replied, stretching out the a in way.
"Don't you find it strange?"
We ate our breakfast in silence. Niall looked upset. I guessed he was thinking about Bobby. I was sad about it also. Bobby was like family. It didn't register in my mind that he was gone. His life just suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. Just like Adam's. I began to think that maybe a demon killed him. But that couldn't be, could it?
When we left the diner we decided to hit the road. But...
"Hey!" Niall exclaimed. It startled m, thinking that he was talking to me. But then I saw a man leaning hiss back against Niall's Riviera. He wore jeans and a denim jacket over a white shirt. His hair as styled up in a small quiff and he had caramel skin. "Get away from my car!" Niall told him.
"Whoa, easy there fella," the stranger replied, putting his hands up in defense. "I just came here to check out the artifact you're carrying."
"Who the hell are you?" Niall questioned. The irritation was very obvious in his voice.
"I'm Raphael, nice to meet your acquaintance."
"Raphael? As in the archangel Raphael?"
"The one and only."
"Well, then leave," Niall spat. "I already have problems, and I don't need you to be another one."
"But I'm here to help!" Raphael stated.
"Yeah? And how are you planning on doing that?" Niall interrogated.
"With the help from me, you'll be able to deliver that book of yours to Remiel more safely- well, Liam."
"But there's one problem: I don't trust you."
"You trust Liam."
"He earned his trust through the years."
"So why don't we start now?"
Niall let out an annoyed breath and ran a hand through his thick blond hair. It was obvious that he was really annoyed. I didn't see how getting help from an angel was bad. Weren't they supposed to be helpful? With the mission and the recent news about Bobby, I would've been glad to get Raphael's help if I were him.
"No," Niall said. "I have too much on my shoulders right now. I'm not going to babysit your feathery ass."
"Who said anything about babysitting?" Raphael asked with a smirk playing on his lips.
I saw Niall glare at him menacingly before letting out a low growl.
"No," he repeated. "That's my final word."
"As you wish," the angel said, and disappeared into thin air. Whoa.
Niall stalked away to the driver's seat and I got into the seat next to him. When I asked him why he didn't take Raphael's offer, he said it's because angels are bad.
"What? That can't be!" I exclaimed. "Demons are bad. I can see that. But how are angels bad?"
"Not all of them are," Niall explained. "Though come to think of it, finding Liam was pure luck. Yeah, maybe it took a few years for me to finally trust him, but it wasn't in vain. Most angels are tricky and mind-twisting. They can confuse you and trick you into doing things you think are harmless but in reality are not. Especially archangels. They are manipulative in so many ways that it is hard to keep up. It's really hard to bring an angel of any kind into this mission. Of course, Liam is an exception."
This was all so new to me. I always thought that angels were supposed to be the good ones. I always knew that demons were bad news, but this was something I never expected. Well, this took an unexpected turn.
It was time to leave town. As soon as Niall hit that gas pedal I realized something.
"Niall," I said nervously. "That box only had demon wardings, right? It didn't have any angel wardings?"
"No," he confirmed. "Why do you a-"
Niall stepped on the breaks so suddenly I was scared my head would collide with the front glass. Thankfully it didn't.
He got out of the car and quickly made his way to the back of the car with me right behind him. When he opened it and checked for the box containing the most important book in the world, he screamed.
The box was missing.
A/n dun duN DUNNNNN.
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So, Bobby suddenly dies and the box disappears along with the box. *Gasps around the room* Why do you think Bobby suddenly dropped dead? And most importantly, WHO STOLE THE BOX AND WHY????? Comment what you think!
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