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?


12. Chapter 11

Niall's POV

I just look at her confused.

"The hell are you doing here?" I say stepping a bit back so she won't collapse on me.

"What are YOU doing here?" She laughs.

She was obviously drunk.

"This is my house Melissa." She looks at me a bit confused.

"Can I come in?" She pleads. I just shake my head.

"No. Why would I let you in after all the crap you've done?" I say firmly.

I see her eyes start to water.

"Niall Sorry. Can I please come in?" She slurs the last few words.

I can't really say no to her.

I just sigh rubbing my forehead and letting her inside.

"Do you need a glass of water?" I question.

"Yeah." She says laying down on the couch. I run into the kitchen and hastily get some water. I keep questioning why I'm letting her inside and moreover why the hell I am doing things for her but I can't really help it.

"Thanks Niall." She smiles innocently. I just nod and begin to wonder what made her become this. I wonder what type of person she would be if she didn't care what others thought, if she let down her guard for a moment.

"Can I take a shower?" She randomly states.

I just look at her confused.

"A shower?"

"Yeah, I smell like alcohol." She says slurring every word. She was obviously still wasted.

"Uh... Sure.." I say simply.

"I don't know where it is." She laughs after she got up and randomly walked around my house.

I show her to the door and she immediately starts taking off her clothes. As much as I want to look I turn away.

"Whoa! Change inside, jeez!" I say facing my back to her.

"Haha, you're cute Niall." She laughs and steps into the bathroom.

I go back to the living room, trying to figure out why I have Melissa, the fucking worst person on the planet in my house, in my damn shower!

I sigh rubbing my face before I hear a loud noise coming from the shower. I immediately jump and run to the bathroom praying she has something on her body.

"Shit!" She cusses as I open the door.

"Are you okay?" I ask pulling the curtain back. She actually still had her t-shirt and panties on?

"I can't stay up." She says using my arm to pull herself up.

"Melissa stop-" I say before she pulls me under the shower.

She just laughs pulling me closer to her.

"Niall, I'm sorry." She says into my chest. I was completely soaked at this point.

"That's not going to solve things." I say, holding my hands down to the sides. She wraps her arms around my waist.

"I fucked up." She says.

"I fuck everything up. But this time I really screwed things up."

I just sigh looking down at her. She just hides herself in my chest.

"I didn't mean that. I don't know why I said those things. You and I both know I didn't mean that."

"Then you should grow up and stop saying bullshit." I interrupt. She just holds me closer.

"I've done a lot of shit in the past. You don't know how many people I've screwed over, how much shit I've caused." She begins to sob and I hold back the want to hold her.

"I hate boys, I always have." She begins to start muttering and I hold her closer. Wanting her to finish her conversation.

"I didn't care about hurting them." She says quietly.

"But I cared about you."

She finally looks up at me. I quickly look to the side but I could see her frown.

"I'm so sorry Niall." She says again and I stop her, pulling her closer to me and kissing her gently on her forehead. As much as don't want to fall for her. I can't let her suffer like this.

She just looked up to me and smiled. I smiled back to her, stepping out of the shower.

"I'm tired." Melissa sighed.

"Come on, you can sleep here for now. When you're more sober you can head home." I said quietly, wrapping a towel around her.

I walk into my bedroom, tossing her one of my clean t-shirts and heading out to let her change.

Melissa's POV

I woke up with the worst fucking hangover.

Jesus how much did I drink last night? I rubbed my forehead and looked down as I felt someone's arm wrap around my waist.

God no don't tell me I-.


I'm in Niall's bed?

"Niall?" I say subconsciously. He just groans and pulls me tighter to him. I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god it's him out of all people.

What the hell happened last night?

I try to think back and all I really remember is stumbling out the bar trying to head home.

I laid my head back down and stared at the ceiling, hoping to remember what the hell went down yesterday.

Fuck I'm not doing that anymore. No more getting wasted to the point that I can't even remember shit.

God I thought I was through with him. I don't want to go back.

I already screwed everything up and I don't need to mess shit up again. I try getting out of bed without waking him up.

Am I wearing his damn t-shirt too?

I groan getting my clothes from yesterday on.

I don't get what is wrong with me. I never rebound back to guys. It's a one time thing. There is no second chance and there sure a hell is no spending the night at each other's houses.

I look back at him and feel a bit sad that I'm leaving him. I don't understand why I should care. I've done this before.

I groan and without noticing I bump a lamp over, causing it to fall and shatter on its way down.

"Fuck." I cuss.

I can't believe this has happened. I can't believe I'm actually having feeling for this guy. I don't need this shit, I don't need any of this crap. I have enough to fucking worry about and this will just add to the pile.

I can't.

I can't after he left me.

I can't have that type of attachment to another person anymore.

I walk out the door and head back to my house to change. I have to go to school, even if an hour late. I can't miss that stupid music class or else I won't get my credits.

I walk in to my second period class and just slump down. My hangover hasn't subsided and I can't stop thinking about Niall.

I don't really pay attention to the rest of the lesson as I just space out wondering how the hell I am going to get my mind off of him.

Niall's POV

I wake up trying to feel for Melissa, telling her we're probably going to be an hour late.

"Hey we-"

"The hell?" She's not here?

I bet she's probably just outside the door. I get up, putting on a t-shirt and some different pants and head downstairs.

"Melissa?" I call, trying to see where she had gone.

Did she just leave me?

All I see is that one of my mom's old lamps is broken and that my mom is going to kill me.

I sigh, running my hand through my hair and decide to just get ready for school. I'd only be an hour and a half late anyways. Plus I have to do that music class.

I quickly get ready and grab my guitar heading out the door.

Melissa's POV

Last period finally finishes and I walk out, hoping that the music class won't be nearly as boring as my previous classes.

I walk around aimlessy and realize I never asked where it was.

I just huffed and decided I would just skip it.

"Hey, you lost?" A girl asks me.

"Where's the music class?" I ask, not bothering to answer her.

"I'm going there too! Want to come along?" She smiles.

"No, just tell me." I say, not wanting to be around this perky cheerleader type girl.

"I don't remeber the class room's number, so I'll just show you." She seemed unaffected, still keeping her cheery persona. I just groaned and decided to follow her.

"I'm Jamie by the way, and you?" She said looking over to me.

I just sighed. I don't know how she didn't already know my name by now. Everyone likes to gossip at these times.


"Here we are!" She says opening the door.

I walk in and hear someone playing guitar. I look over and there is one of the last people I want to see right now.

Niall immediately stops playing and just shoots me a glare.

AN so here is the chapter and by the way happy new year!! Comment what you think <3

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...