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?


21. Chapter 20

"Liam running your damn mouth will not get you anywhere." I say, trying to wave him off.

"Melissa having your mouth in every guy's pants won't get you anywhere."

"What did you say about Melissa?" Niall remarks and I Liam just rolls his eyes.

"Mel?" I hear someone say behind me and I look back to Harry.

What is this? A fucking reunion?

"God no, stay out of this, both of you." I say pointing to Niall and Harry.

Niall pushes me behind him and I sigh, I don't want to get banned from this fucking place.

Liam gets up, trying to act tougher than he actually is. I have to admit, he's pretty fucking courageous to stand up against Niall and Harry.

"What so you also became friends with the other man whore?" Liam points over to Harry, while Niall just stares Liam down. I know that bringing up Harry would only piss Niall off more but I really just want Liam's ass to get beat at this point.

"Liam, please." I plead. It's the first time I've ever tried being so nice to him.

"What Melissa, you don't want me to go running to your mommy telling her how much of a whore you really are?"

"Listen you pie-" Harry starts but stops after he sees Niall lunging forward toward Liam, punching him.

"Holy shit!" Harry laughs, and I glare at him, not wanting to condone Niall's violent behavior.

I'm already fucking shit up constantly, I don't need Niall to do the same.

"Niall fuck!" I yell pulling him off of Liam.

"Oh that's it." Liam says walking over but Harry steps in front of Niall and I.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He threatens and Liam backs up.

I knew that Liam was scared shitless by Harry.

Harry has stood up for me countless times but Liam just hasn't got the damn message.

Liam's friend just sits there like a damn coward and hold Niall back.

"Please." I beg, pulling him out.

I see everyone staring at us and I decide to get these idiots out of that damn place.

"The hell?!" I yell.

"What? I was defending you."

"It was stupid Niall!" I wave my hands in the air.

"Liam's pissed, I think you both better go." Harry says. I just groan. I bring my hands up to my face,waving goodbye to Harry and then walking to the car.

"Why are you so pissed? That guy was insulting you! What else should I have done?" He says raising his voice.

"I don't need you to do that." I sigh, opening the car door.

"Well you can't stop me from helping you." As pissed as I was. I smiled, remembering that since the first day I met Niall, that's all he has done.

He's always helped, I can't thank him enough for that.

I groan.

"I don't want to screw you up." I say under my breath. I don't want him ending up like me.

Niall's POV

"What?" I say.

"Nothing.." She replies. I place my hand over her thigh.


"Melissa." I push.

"I don't want to screw you up." She finally blurts.

"You won't screw me up Melissa." I say looking at her. Her face had softened a lot since we had entered the car. It was an incredible change. When she was outside around most people, she would keep such a stern face, meanwhile, when on her own, she had such soft facial expressions.

"I probably will Niall. Sooner or later. Look what you've done." She says picking up my knuckles that were red now.

"You won't." I comment again.

"What if I do?" She mutters.

"Melissa, nothing you could do could worsen me. I love you, every little part about you, none of those parts are anything but perfect." I smile.

She looks out the window, her facial expression now neutral.

She looks back at me and I cup her face, brushing my lips against hers.

I kiss her, feeling her soft lips on mine, wanting her incredibly so.

Her stomach growls and she looks down, blushing.

"We never ate did we?" I laugh.

"Shall we?"

"Yes, real quick." I say driving out to the next deli or whatever there is.

Melissa's POV

We finally arrive home and I don't see my mom's car in the driveway.

She's probably already gone for that damn trip.

Niall sees me look out the window, not diverting my gaze.

"Need some company?" He asks.

I smile, as he walks out, pulling my hand childishly and I giggle.

It's nice.

He lets me be carefree. I love him for that.

We walk up to the door and I unlock it, stepping inside. I take off my jacket, plopping down on the couch.

Niall sits beside me and I take my time to admire him. It had been awhile since I had done so.

I bite my lip, remembering his and well our first time.

"You really haven't done it with anyone else?" I say.

He rubs his neck for a second before chuckling. I noticed he does this when he's embarrassed or nervous.

"Yeah. You were my first." He chuckles.

"How many have you, well.. Uh.." He says and I dreaded that he would bring up this question.

I sigh.

"Niall." I say, not wanting to answer him.

He just looks off into the distance.

"You were my first in something." I say.


"I've only really loved you." I say quietly smiling, feeling a bit cheesy.

He holds me, bringing our lips together.

I open my mouth, letting Niall's tongue enter. God how I've craved him in the last few days. I straddle him, pushing my hips onto him.

"Fuck." I moan, grinding my hips lower. I feel his bulge against his jeans and I smirk, grinding down harder, making him moan in pleasure.

He places his hands on my hips, guiding me to the right spot and I work down on him, wanting him to feel how much I feel for him.

He slips his fingers under my t-shirt slowly slipping it off and focus on the movement of his fingers to help fuel my desire.

He cups my breasts and I moan pushing myself closer to him.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I say, stepping off of him, pulling his shirt.

He smirks and I bite my lip.

I slam the door, pushing Niall on the bed.

"I want to do something for you." I smile and he smirks, biting his lip. I first slip off his t-shirt, rubbing my hands over his sculptured abs and tattoos.

I palm the bulge in his jeans and he groans, moving his hips to my hand.

I smirk, unbuttoning his jeans, and slipping them down to his feet.

"Wait, strip down first." He pleads and I happily oblige, slipping my jeans off throwing them to some angle in the room. He rakes his eyes down my body and I climb on top of him, wanting to tease him as much as possible.

I kiss down to his v-lines, sucking on the skin a bit.

"Fuck Melissa." I love the way he curses at times like this.

I kneel down in front of him pulling down his boxers and wrapping my hand over his length, pumping slowly.

He screws his eyes shut and I quicken my pace, wanting to see him come for me.

I pump harder, hearing his stifled moans and he tenses, then relaxing as he finally comes.

I climb in the bed, laying next him, watching his chest rise and fall. He wraps his arms around me and I slowly close my eyes, thinking about earlier today.

I recall my past Saturday nights and shiver for a second, thinking back to drunken nights, sleeping around, and well fights.

I didn't want Niall to fight though. I don't want him getting mixed in with that.

"Hey." Niall says, pulling up his jeans.


"Do you want to go on a date?" I choke a bit. A date? I furrow my brows, not really knowing what to respond.

"A date?" I lift my self up from the bed as Niall throws me my t-shirt.

"Yeah. I mean, we've never had one and I thought it could be nice." He says, pulling a t-shirt on himself and I try to keep my attention towards his face.

"That's stupid." I blurt. He just looks at me and rubs his neck, fuck I didn't mean to say that.

"Have you ever been on a date?" He asks.

I think back to the past few years. Since... Well... David... No...

"No." I answer, considering it's probably faster than telling him a long ass story about David and I's first shit date.

"Never?" He says raising a brow.

"No. Dates are dumb, it's just awkward stares and over-priced food." I believed that thoroughly.

"That's just because you haven't been to a proper one." He keeps insisting on this damn idea.

"It's a waste of time, we can have fun without going to some expensive ass restaurant." I don't budge, I don't want to have a whole crowd staring at me as I sit down and try to act 'formal'.

He rubs his neck again and sighs.

I bite my lip for a second. I've already given him enough shit.

"Fine." I groan.

"Really?" His eyes light up for a second and I shake my head.


"Pick you up at 6?"


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