My heart pounded so hard I could feel my ribs moving as all the memories I thought I had lost hit me.
F L A S H B A C K
I exited the door to go skipping into the neighbor hood, the ice blue packaging in my hands.
Today was the day where I got to I give Annabeth Chase the birthday present I had bought a few months back. The one I had pleaded my Mom to get at the store, because I thought it suited her so well.
But today was not only Annabeth's birthday, but mine as well. Which meant we would be able to spend the whole day together without our parents coming to annoy us.
Of course, I had the choice between spending my birthday with my best friend, and my parents alongside Amy. Annabeth was a million times better. And I think Annabeth thought the same thing.
Other than Annabeth, I didn't have any friends, but she was just enough for me.
I rubbed my temples, feeling the mental bombardments seemed to attack my brain as people passed by.
'Why do people have to think so horribly loud?', I thought to myself, trying to shield myself from the attacks.
Annabeth was the only person who’s thoughts didn’t blare into my brain constantly. Her thoughts were quieter, and I didn’t always hear them.
I still hadn't brought myself to tell her I could hear what people said in their heads.
What if she called me a freak? What if she wouldn't want to hang out with me if I told her?
I was interrupted by the sound of a door closing and a blond little seven year-old walking our of it.
Her eyes were a stormy gray that darted around and looked like they were processing hundreds of things at once.
Annabeth Chase, my best friend.
She squealed when she saw me and sprinted to me, with her hair bouncing in the wind behind her.
I hid the ice blue package I had in my hand behind my back as I greeted her.
“Hey! Happy birthday!!” we exclaimed at the same time, before giggling at our twinness (A/N: Is that even a word?).
I looked at her hand, which, identically to me, was hidden behind her back.
“Wat'cha hiding?” we asked in unison.
Annabeth had apparently seen my hand.
“Nothing,” we replied simultaneously.
I cleared my throat responsively.
“Okay,” I said, “How about you show me what you're hiding, and then I'll show you mine?”
”No, I’ll think I’ll let you go first,” she said, her voice sweet.
I placed my free hand on my hip, replying in that same sugary voice,
“Oh no, darling, I insist! You must!” I told her.
“Truly? Don’t you want to reveal your secret first?” Annabeth teased.
“I-Secret-Uh-No,“ I stuttered, shook for a second. I quickly recovered saying, “Oh, no, you go, you absolutely should show me! I simply cannot wait another minute!”
Annabeth giggled. If she noticed my slip-up, she didn’t say anything about it.
”Ready?” She asked.
Nodding vigorously, I watched with excitement as Annabeth removed her hand from behind her back. Her hand uncurled to reveal a package carefully wrapped in gorgeous paper, bold brown and gray lines imprinted on it.
“For you!” she exclaimed happily, handing me the gift.
I gawked at her.
“You didn't have to!” I said, taking it in my free hand.
“I took both our eye color for the wrapping, and I think they go really well together!” Annabeth said proudly. “And of course I had to get you something, you’re my best friend forever!!” She added.
“It looks amazing, thank you so much! I'm actually scared of ripping it!” I laughed.
She shrugged.
“It doesn't matter if you rip it.” she said smiling.
I smiled back and thanked her again, before putting my own present at my feet. I unfolded the wrapping paper delicately.
It revealed the same box as the one in my hands at the present day.
E N D O F F L A S H B A C K :
I blinked very hard as I took the necklace with my shaky hands. It was as beautiful as it was the day Annabeth had given it to me.
I slipped it around my neck and continued to rummage in the backpack.
Where was the friendship bracelet I had given her that same day?
Did Annabeth still have hers?
I sighed in relief as I found a small bracelet.
Looking at the half-heart and the little elves and owls that adorned the jewelry, I smiled at the memories of Annabeth Chase.
I’m not sure if I’m hallucinating or something, but according what my notepad says, I’m done with Chapter 3 at 27k words??
Say it with me: D O N E.
This means that we have officially reached the 1/3 mark of book 2!
I’M 1/3 OF THE WAY DONE, I CAN’T EVEN, WHAT?
I have sent it off to the alpha testers for now, but expect to hear from me soon about the early release date for Patreon/Kofi and, of course, for everyone else too!
Meloetta: are you ok??
Champeon: ...Yeah! Yeah I just. Thought I saw something? I guess I didn’t?? Weird!
Fist: yes! Ok! We’re ready!
Warp: Ah heading off then?
Meloetta: Yes! We got places to go!
Warp: well then I wish you the best. Maybe I’ll see you again at some point.
=The duo has departed=
His ass was lucky I waited until the next morning before storming over to his house and confronting him about how he had left me hanging the night before. Niall had never done that. Not once in the three years that we had been hooking up did he ever turn me down. I didn’t even think I would have wanted him to stay when I had first let him into my apartment, but with the way the night had gone, I more than expected it. I knew how he looked at me when he wanted me, how he touched me and talked to me, and he had been giving me all the signs. What was so different now? Why didn’t he want me?
My car screeched to a halt outside his drive and I let out a huff as my wedge sandals slapped to the warm pavement. Brushing my slightly wind blown hair off my face as I made my way up his driveway, I stepped up to his door and rang the doorbell. Dave answered and I barely gave him time to move out of the way before I hastily pushed my body past him. “Where is he?” I asked, Dave knitting his brow as he closed the door behind me.
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“Well, good morning to you too…”
Rolling my eyes, I peeked back at him over my shoulder. “Where’s Niall, smartass…”
“He’s probably upstairs.” I heard a voice speak up from the kitchen and I flung my glare over to see Isaac promptly getting some fruits and protein powder ready in a blender. He peered over at me, his one brow raised slightly.
“Oh, you would know wouldn’t you,” I shot back sarcastically, “Like a fucking Sherlock Holmes over there.”
Furrowing his brow, he let out a scoffing chuckle as he looked down and tossed chunks of banana into the blender. I shook off his mocking tone as I threw my bag into an empty chair that was pulled out from the dining table and frantically began to make my way through the kitchen. I passed right by John who just happened to be coming down the the small flight of stairs as I was going up. My clunky sandals clanked loudly against the hardwood floors, barely hushing out the sounds of garbled whispers from the guys and I heaved out an irritated groan as I rounded the corner of the hallway to Niall’s room, tearing off my thin bomber jacket and letting it fall to a heap at my heels.
“Niall!” I called out as I stepped into his empty room, my head wildly whipping around as I searched for him, “Niall!”
Narrowing my eyes, I flicked them over to his closed bathroom door as I heard the faint hum of running water seeping out from under it. It sounded like a shower running. His shower. Pressing my lips in a tight line, I rushed towards the bathroom that was attached to his room and barged right in through the door.
“Niall!” I yelled out as I shuffled into the middle of the steam filled bathroom, impetuously crossing my arms over my chest after flinging the door shut behind me. I could see him clear as day through the glass shower walls and he jumped under the jets of the hot water as he heard the slam of the door mixed with my shrilled voice yelling out to him. Sliding the shower open, he peeked his head out, his brows furrowing as big drops of water ran down his face.
“Sybil?”
I stepped closer towards him, Niall reaching over to shut off the water before running his hands through his sopping wet hair and I quickly grabbed at the shower door to prevent him from closing it. “Why didn’t you fuck me?”
I watched his bright blue eyes dart fast with mine as a puzzled look pulled over his drenched face. “What?”
My heart was practically pounding in my chest, so much so that it was making my cheeks feel like they were on fire and I struggled to fight off the angry chatter of my teeth, scraping them over my peeling bottom lip. Shaking my head, I let my eyes curiously slip down the span of his naked dripping wet body – the sight of him always captivating me – before meeting his stare again. “Last night,” I reminded him, “I asked you to stay, to...to sleep with me and you said no. Why? Did you not want to?”
Niall’s eyes drifted off of mine for a moment, his brows furrowed so deep that wrinkles had formed across his forehead and he swung up a hand to rub some drips of water off the front of his face. “No, Sybs, I...,” he paused, his tongue licking over his wet bottom lip as he fixated his eyes back on mine, “I always want to fuck you–”
“Then why didn’t you fuck me last night?!”
He pushed out a heavy sigh. “Babe, can I, like...get a towel and then we can talk–”
“No,” I cut him off, my hand gripping harder onto the door as I stood right in front of him, blocking the way, “I want to know why you didn’t want to sleep with me last night.”
“ ‘Cause,” he finally yelled back, his eyes shooting over the top of my head as he peeked into the huge mirrored wall that sat above his double bathroom sink. He slowly brought his stare back to mine, taking in a breath to settle himself. “I didn’t think I was-...that I should...what we had talked about, Sybs, like, I didn’t want you to think I was just usin’ you.’
“So, we’re just not gonna have sex anymore?” I asked him, my lips parting gently.
“I-...I didn’t mean–”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“What?”
I leaned closer towards him, my lungs expanding as I pulled in a deep breath, the clean and heated scent of him making my eyes lightly flutter. “I want you to fuck me,” I repeated in a low whisper, my eyes heavily transfixed on his.
“Right...right now?”
Tucking my lip in my mouth, I slowly turned around and stepped across his bathroom. Standing in front of the long marble countertop sink, I peeked up at him through the mirror as I popped the button of my cut off jean shorts, my breaths quickening with each jittery movement my fingers made. Unzipping my shorts, I curled my thumbs into the waistband, grabbing ahold of the hem on my panties as well, and eased them both down my legs to let them pool around my feet.
Throwing my glance over my shoulder, I caught his wide eyed stare as I placed my flattened palms on the counter, pushing my bared ass out just enough to wiggle slightly at him. “Yes, Niall,” I said, my voice soft on my rolling tongue, “Right now.”
“Jesus…”
Biting at my lip, my chin tucked down into the hunch of my shoulder as I stared at him, the proposition of me standing in front of him fully exposed in the way that I was, already making his soaking wet body react. I could see the subtle muscles in his stomach tense with every twitch of his cock, the skin growing taut and rushing with a bright pink hue as he began to swell right before me. Sliding a hand over my curved backside, I cupped around the thick of my ass cheek, pulling at the plumped skin to teasingly spread myself open a bit for him.
He carefully stepped out of the shower, my eyes following his as he skimmed them down the curves of my body, my heart skipping a beat with every pause of his stare. His big hand came over his front to gently tug at himself – once then twice – nice long strokes that garnered a muffled groan as his palm rubbed over the head. My eyes fluttered with every step closer he got, the dark that was oozing into his pupils almost covering every fleck of blue and gold. His naked body had beads of water running down over each tensed muscle, every single dip and valley, every cut and soft arch. Inhaling deeply as he finally approached me, I pushed my palm back to the sink and felt my body go stiff as his splayed hands pressed right to the skin of my hips, a drawn out relieved burst of air pushing past my lips as he ran them up my sides and down the span of my arched back.
Slowly turning my face forward, I caught his stare in the mirror, a slight smirk on his face as he wrapped his large hands around the front of my hips and jerked me towards him, my back smacking against his chest. It forced the air from my lungs and he quirked a brow, reaching up to brush my hair away from my neck as he leaned his face down to rest his lips at my ear, his dark half lidded eyes heavily fixated on mine. I could feel his breath pulsing out against the delicate skin of my neck and I swallowed hard as my fingers started to claw into the cold marble of the countertop.
“How bad d’ya want me?” he whispered, nudging his nose under my jaw before dipping his mouth down further to suck at the tender flesh. My eyes rolled closed as my head tipped back just a bit, giving into the feeling of his mouth on my skin and his hardened length pressed right up against my backside. I bowed my back to push myself into him even more, my hand flying up to rake into the back of his damp hair, tightly fisting at the ends.
“So bad...I need you...s-so bad.”
He was blistering hot against me, his feverish lips sucking and teeth nipping as he just barely rocked his hips into me. His hands slid down just enough to let his fingertips brush across my folds and my body shivered in reaction as he slipped them back up to rest at my hips again, grabbing firmly at the bones to yank my bottom towards him. I couldn’t help but squeak out a moan and he chuckled under his breath before swirling his crotch against me one last time, peeling his body away and dragging his hands down the backs of my thighs.
Flicking my eyes open, I peeked over my shoulder to see him crouching down behind me, his big hands rubbing deep at the back of my thighs before pushing up to the round of my ass and groping roughly. Shooting his eyes up to mine, I watched a devilish little smirk curl at his top lip. “Naughty girl, eh?” he muttered against my skin, leaning in and sinking his teeth right into the meaty part of my bum cheek, the action making me gasp in a sharp breath.
He laughed out at me as his hand dropped to clasp around my ankle, gently helping me weave my one foot out of my shorts and push my knee up onto the countertop. I naturally leaned forward a bit from the angle, a whimper slipping past my lips as I felt his hot mouth clasp itself to my center, no warning, no work up, just his lips curling around my slick folds and his tongue flicking along my slit.
My eyes pinched shut as I struggled to gulp in a decent breath, one of my hands slapping to the mirror from his eagerness to taste me, the rough force pushing my body against the counter. He hummed out as he licked me, slurping around my clit and flicking his tongue over it. Garbled cries were stressing from my throat, my thighs shaking as the warmth quickly began to settle in my lower belly. His big palms sat at both sides of my bum, holding me open and pulling at the skin as he pushed his mouth harder against me, lapping at the wetness that was leaking from my opening, his slippery tongue dipping in to eat at me even more.
My head lagged forward as I gasped for breaths, desperately trying to roll my hips towards his mouth, wanting him to make me come so bad. “Fuck...yes…” I choked out, my words muffled against my arm, “Oh my God…”
He sucked at my folds, his calloused fingers digging into the soft skin of my ass as he licked across my slit and up to my back entrance. I pushed out a moan, my forehead banging against the mirror as I gave up trying to hold myself up any longer and I felt his hot mouth suck its way down to my clit again, his tongue swirling before clamping around it.
The air squeezed itself from my lungs as I felt myself begin to come, my body tensing up as the heated sparks started to ripple through from my pulsating core. “Yes...oh God, yes…please-”
My eyes shot open as his warm lips popped off my sensitive little bud and I threw my head up in displeasure as I watched him stand up behind me, his face glistening with my juices as he grabbed ahold of my hips and guided his throbbing length right to my opening. His eyes flicked to mine through the mirror right as he sunk himself inside me, my mouth falling slack in breathless silence as his swollen thickness filled me to the brim.
Sliding his hand up the arch of my back, he twisted his fingers into the mess of my hair as his hips slammed against my bum, fucking into me with steady deep thrusts. My nails scraped down the cold mirror, my mouth hanging open as he stared at me; his slim hips going wild as he pushed himself inside me, his fingers tugging even harder at my hair. I could see the water dripping down the sides of his face, his skin patched red and firming with each heavy thrust.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, resting the tip of his tongue between his pink parted lips. My hazy stare watched as he glanced down at my bottom, his hand yanking at the skin to get a better look at his cock disappearing inside me before he flicked his eyes back to mine. “You look…fuckin’ gorgoeus when I’m all...inside you…”
Whining out, my eyes fluttered closed as he dipped his hips down and thrust up hard; rubbing the curve of his cock right against my special spot. My head wobbled over, but his grip in my hair held me up, forcing me to open my eyes and dizzily catch his stare. The air around us was dense and steamy; the mirror starting to sweat with condensation that matched the wetness pooling on my clammy skin. I could barely breathe; my lungs stressing its need to capture any air that I was willing to give, but Niall...Niall was fucking his way through me and I needed every bit of my strength to keep up with him.
I was melting into the feeling of him, the stretch and heaviness he was filling me with, the heat his body was giving to mine. The sweat that was building between our skin with each meet of his thrusts, everything linked together was all-consuming, frantic and absolutely incredible. “Fuck,” I moaned out, my voice broken with staggered breaths, “Yes...please…fuck me, yes…”
Untangling his fingers from my hair, his half lidded eyes swam over my face as I dropped my hand and eased myself up, pushing my back to his front. I gasped as his mouth attached to the side of my neck, his hips rocking even harder into mine as his hands slid over to the front of my body and up the curves of my waist.
My chest rose high as he licked across my throat, my head tipping back to rest on his broad shoulder. His fingers crept up under the material of my top, my sticky skin trembling under his touch as he cupped my breasts with both hands, squeezing gently as he nibbled down my neck to the dip of my collarbone. I hissed in a sharp breath as his teeth grazed over the bone.
“Oh my...God.”
The small weakened whimper etched out of my throat as I turned my face towards his, eager to find his mouth with mine. My nose nudged the side of his cheek and I felt him bury his cock deep inside me with a heavy grunt before he lifted his head and turned his face, finally meeting his lips to mine. My eyes pinched shut as I sucked in a jagged breath, my lips opening to let his tongue slip against mine as he brought a hand up to cup around my cheek. I could taste myself in his mouth; the heated bitterness of my almost orgasm, the sweetness of my pooling sweat and the warmth of his greedy breath.
My mind began to feel frazzled, my insides swirling with the intensity that sparked down to my bones, sending shockwaves up to the prickles of my skin. I shook against him, the response making him hold onto me that much tighter as he continued to dip and thrust his hips. I broke my lips away from his, scared that I was going to faint or blackout if I didn’t try and settle myself, and took in a deep and calming breath.
My eyelids fluttered as I turned my face a little bit away from the intoxicating heat of his breath, his forehead pressing against my temple. My lungs rapidly expanded, my heart pounding in my chest and I slowly peeled my eyes open right as he turned his face to look at me through the mirror.
Feeling the itching crawl of my orgasm starting to make its way into my belly with each perfectly deep pull of Niall’s cock along my swollen inner walls, I licked at my lips as I reached up and gently grabbed ahold of his hand that was still wrapped around my cheek. His eyes grew heavy, watching every single one of my movements as I slowly brought his fingers to my mouth, taking the first two between my lips and gently swirling my tongue around them. He didn’t say a word; just watched me with his perfect little mouth hanging open, his damp hair a disheveled mess and his wet bare chest heaving against my back.
Sucking over the tips of his two fingers, my eyes fluttered for a moment before I slowly slipped them from my mouth and brought his hand down the front of my body, carefully placing his two slicked fingers right on my clit. I caught his stare, watching the corner of his mouth tug up as he finally got the hint and without a second of hesitation began to twirl his fingers over my sensitive bud, the feeling making my body coil up and jolt in reaction.
His other arm wrapped around the small of my waist, holding me up as my thigh banged into the edge of the counter top. I threw my hand up to grip into the back of his hair, my head leaning into the side of his as he fucked into me even harder, circling his fingers in my wetness as his eyes stayed heavily glued to mine.
I gasped for breath with each thrust, tiny cries spilling from my mouth as I felt him start to do that new little move of his and a smirk slid across his sweat coated face as he slowly nodded his head, urging me to relax and give into him. “C’mon, baby...let it go for me, know ya wanna...”
Puffing out a half smile, my eyes slid closed for a moment, relishing in every single utter sensation I was feeling. “Oh my God, fuck, just like that....yes...yes right there,” I moaned out, my voice rising the faster his cock rubbed against my special spot, “...yes, fuck me…don’t stop...yes...”
Gulping in a sharp breath, my eyes flung open as I felt the burning heat of my release soar through me; my toes curling as I dropped my mouth in hushed silence, my body convulsing against Niall as my fingernails scraped instinctively at his scalp. The room grew stagnant; the air thick as the heat engulfed us, my center pulsing around his thickness and each perfect thrust sending more waves of pleasure through my vibrating body. I choked out a held breath, his name echoing loud off the bathroom walls as I succumbed entirely to my release; letting it overtake me in the way that only Niall could pull from me.
I could feel his thrusts start to pick up again, becoming more erratic as his grip on me tightened. His fingers dug harshly into the side of my waist as his touch fell from between my legs, his hand planting itself on the counter under the bend of my knee and I gathered my breaths as best I could, loosening my grip in his hair. Slipping my hand down to cup around his neck, I caught his stare as he buried himself as far into me as he could, my eyes fluttering from the intensity.
“Please...please, Niall...” I mouthed to him, pleading with him to give me everything he had. I wanted it, I wanted it all from him. Biting at my lip, I nuzzled the side of my damp face into his, taking in a deep breath and letting his musty scent fill my senses as I watched his darkened eyes roll back and his brow begin to furrow.
Clenching myself down around him, he sucked in a sharp breath and I felt his frantic hips go still, his rigid cock twitching against my swollen inner walls as he finally released himself inside me. It was hot and thick, his white load seeping from my core and down my thigh with each slowing drag of his cock inside me as he pulsed with his orgasm, working himself through.
He held me into him, his heart thumping like a thousand galloping horses against my back and I let my fingers caress through his damp hair as he tried to come down, eagerly gathering his breaths. Turning my head, I closed my eyes and nudged his jaw with my nose, feeling him let out a deep sigh before he slowly turned his face towards mine. He caught my lips with his, my head tilting just a bit as he gently kissed me. I swept my tongue into his mouth, welcoming the warmth of his breath this time as I let a smile tug at my lips.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I pulled away slightly, my fingers carding up through his hair. I opened my eyes and met his stare, the bright blue and gold flecks once again staring back at me. I gave him a tiny giggle before pressing another kiss to his mouth.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I mumbled softly.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, I turned my head and dropped my hand from his hair, staring at him through the mirror. He locked eyes with me, our bodies still connected by our orgasms and sweat and neither of us had yet to move at all. It was deathly silent, apart from Niall’s ragged breaths and the pounding of my heart, and I slowly let my eyes trace over the rugged features of his face and down the slopes of his lean body that was still encasing mine.
His hand peeled its grip from my waist and I felt the air get thrust from my lungs as he slowly dragged it up the front of my body, my head just barely tipping back to his shoulder as he softly wrapped his fingers around my throat, his thumb roughly tracing over the length of my jaw. My eyes fluttered heavily from his harsh touch and he kept his eyes on me, watching my reaction to him as he squeezed gently, just enough to cut off my breaths for a split second.
I struggled to swallow as he let the tip of his tongue press out of the corner of his mouth, turning his face just enough to press his lips to my ear. “I always wanna fuck you,” he breathed out, his fingers easing their grip on my neck.
Sucking in a shaky breath, I huffed out a giggle. He smiled, dropping his hand to his side as he stared at me through the mirror. “Wanna hang out today?”
Shooting my stare away from his, I reached up to try and fix the flyaways of my messy hair. “I should, um, probably go,” I mumbled, slowly turning my face to look over at him. His eyes darted with mine for a moment before he rolled his lips into his mouth.
A wicked rush floated over my used body as he yanked his hips back, finally pulling himself from me. I slowly slipped my leg down from the counter, timidly peeking over at him as he stepped back to grab a towel off the rack, using it to finally dry himself off. “Yeah…um, okay, cool.”
Pressing my lips into a line, I bent over to pull my shorts back on, peering down as I clasped the button. I glanced up into the mirror, swiping a bit of my smeared makeup from under my eye before spinning around to face him again. Tipping my head to the side, I watched him for a second as he rubbed the towel over his body and wrapped it around his slim hips, tucking the corner in at the top.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face and I quickly stepped over to him, placing my hand at his chest as I leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to his lips. “Thanks, Niall. Really. You’re the best.”
He raised his brows at me, his mouth turning down at the corners. I grazed my thumb over his jaw before stepping away from him, walking towards his bathroom door. “Hey!”
Gripping the handle, I flicked my head around to look at him. “Yeah?”
“You wanna go out later then?”
I gave him a smile, my teeth scraping across my bottom lip as I nodded my head. “Sure. Call me.”
“Sybs, I’m afraid you don’t really get the fundamentals of golf.”
I rolled my eyes in exaggerated haste at his comment. “Um, besides the fact that you're literally hitting tiny balls into tiny holes, I totally get that it’s the most boring sport in the world, Niall and really...that’s all I need to know,” I teased him, my eyes glancing down at my fingers as they fiddled with the straw in my drink. We had decided to head out to a club later that night, Niall calling me only a few hours after I had left his house and practically begging me to go out with him. Of course, I was going to, I didn’t have any other plans anyway, but really, I would always drop everything to spend time with him. So, there we were sitting up at the bar at some club, drinking our fancy cocktails and having a delightful chat about golf. Typical.
He gave me a snort, flicking his eyes over to me. “Ya know, I think if you actually played a game, you might like it.” This was always Niall’s subtle way of trying to get me to go play golf with him, we had been having this same conversation for the last three years, it never ending in his favor.
“Niall,” I started, shifting my eyes to the corners to peer at him, “You know our deal. If you let me play with your ass a little bit, then I will let you take me to play a game...round...segment, whatever, of golf with you at your chosen destination.”
“You’re not stickin’ a damn finger in me asshole, Sybs.”
I tossed my head back in a laugh. “You’d like it, I promise,” I assured him, picking up my glass to take a sip from the straw.
He shook his head, “I highly doubt that.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I set my drink back down before spinning around on the stool, propping my elbows up on the bar behind me. “Can’t knock it ‘til you try it, Ni.”
He raised his brows. “Same goes for golf.”
“Mmm,” I hummed out, pinching my one eye up in thought as I held my palms out, pushing them up and down in the air as to symbolize a scale of justice, “I don’t know...finger in Niall’s ass or...golf, hmmm, that’s a tough one...”
He flicked his eyes up to the ceiling and I spit out a laugh, shaking my head. “Prude,” I grumbled out at his reaction.
“Freak.”
Licking at my lips, I shot my eyes over to the middle of the club, the spacious area filled with tons of people dancing. Flicking my face back to him, I tucked my chin against my hunched shoulder as he peeked over at me through the corners of his eyes, just finishing taking a sip of his beer. I bit at my lip, my eyelashes batting at him. Knowing that look all too well, he huffed out a grin, lagging his head over to look at me. “Nothin’s goin’ in me ass, Sybs,” he muttered under his breath.
I rolled my eyes at his comment, reaching over to playfully slap at his shoulder. “Shut up,” I shot back, “I was just gonna ask you to dance with me...God.”
Fastly shaking his head, he clicked his tongue in his mouth. “You know I don’t dance, Sybs.”
“Jesus, do you do anything?” I teased, pushing up from my stool and peering down as I straightened my form fitting dress, “Fine, whatever, I’m gonna go dance by myself then.”
Twisting his body around on his stool to face me, he gave me a wink. “Good, I’ll sit here and watch ya.”
“Ooh, a little foreplay, huh?” I asked, my chin coyly tucking against my shoulder.
Cocking his jaw to the side, he quickly peeked around before reaching out to grab at my hip and yank my body in between his spread legs, his thumb rubbing at the front of my hipbone as he stared up at me. “Maybe if there wasn’t a couple hundred people around…”
Lazily slinging a hand up to cup around his jaw, I let it slip down to cradle at the side of his neck, my fingertips caressing along the curve of it. I lightly bit at my lip as my head tipped to the side, watching my thumb slowly inch over the jut of his Adam’s apple. Flicking my eyes up to his heavy lidded stare, I saw the blue begin to fold into the dark and I sweetly smiled down at him; gently squeezing the full of my hand around the front his thick neck, his flesh aptly warm and the uneven line of his scruff prickling my soft skin. He swallowed hard against my palm as we locked lustful eyes, his fingers abruptly curling into the material of my dress before he rolled his eyes and shook his hand off my body with a huff. “Jesus, go dance, will ya?”
I snorted out a laugh, stumbling back as I began to make my way over towards the dancefloor. He kept his eyes on me, a dumb little grin plastered on his face as he held his pint glass in his big hand and never once let his stare drift away.
I couldn’t deny that I was a huge drunk dancer, the more alcohol in my system, the crazier I was gonna get on the dancefloor. I was having a good time letting myself get into the beat of the music and showing off to Niall, swaying my hips and raising my hands in the air as I tipped my head back. Niall would break my attempts of seduction though, forcing me to laugh every so often when he’d dramatically make fun of whatever killer move I had decided to throw out there.
It had been a good ten minutes of me dancing up a storm before I noticed Niall was desperately trying to signal something at me. Narrowing my eyes, I reached up to swipe a bit of sweat off my forehead, realizing he was trying to tell me that he needed to pee and I made sure to nod my head at him as he stood up and headed off to the restrooms. Spinning around, my eyes fell closed as I felt myself get further into the heavy pulse of the people and the music and before I knew what was happening, I had a guy pressed up to the front of my body, his arm slung around my waist as he began to dance with me.
I gave in to his little advance, nothing wrong with a bit of dancing and he was rather cute, so I didn’t see any harm in it. Flinging my arms up over his shoulders, his hand sat at the top of my bum as I grinded into him, letting the beat of the music move me. I started to feel the guy’s hand creep a bit further down and I reached behind me to try and pull his hand away, his grip getting tighter as he tugged me harder into him.
I kept dancing with him in spite of the advance, really no damage was being done, but I tried my best to not let his hand slip down anymore than it already was. Before I knew what was happening, I heard a deep rasp push out into my ear and a firm grip on my elbow. “Hey...Sybs, c’mon.”
Flinging my head towards the sound, I saw Niall standing next to me, his hand wrapped gently around my arm. “Niall!” I exclaimed, my voice loud to make sure he heard me over the music, “I’m dancing! Wanna dance with us?” I reached up and slipped my fingers down the side of his face, Niall pulling away from my touch slightly as he grabbed at my hand.
“No, I don’t,” he said back to me, curling his fingers in mine, “but let’s go get ya another drink, yeah?”
I shook my head, yanking my hand from his and slinging it back up around the guy’s shoulders. “No, I’m fine. I’m just dancing.”
Niall huffed out a frustrated breath. “Sybil, c’mon, I think you should come with me.” I felt Niall’s fingers curl around the far side of my waist, his strength trying to inch me towards him.
I shot my eyes down to his hand before looking back up at him, knitting my brows. “Niall, what are you doing?”
“Dude, we’re dancing here!” The guy interjected.
“Yeah, well, I think she’s done dancin’ for now.”
“Niall!” I blurt out.
“I think she can make that choice for herself–”
“Listen, you fuckin’ prick,” Niall bellowed out, my eyes going wide at his outburst as he glared right in the guy’s face, “I was balls deep in this girl this mornin’, she’s done dancin’ when I say she’s done dancin’.”
Pushing out a gasp, I stripped my hands away from the guy and harshly grabbed Niall’s arm, quickly yanking him right off the dancefloor. Pulling him over to a secluded corner, I forced him to face me as I ripped my grasp from his arm. “What the hell? What the fuck was that?” I spit out at him, furrowing my brow.
“I should ask you the same!”
“Like hell you should!” I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest, “Niall, you don’t own me just because you stick your dick inside of me. That doesn’t give you any right to tell me what to do.” I rolled my eyes, thrusting my fingers into the front of my hair as I let out a low groan.
“Do you even know that guy?” he asked me, tipping his head to the side to try and catch my stare.
“No, I don’t know him, we were just dancing, Niall,” I said to him, rolling my stare over to meet his, “We’re at a club, I was just having fun!”
He furrowed his brow. “Fun?”
“Yes, fun,” I shot back, “I asked you to dance and you told me no, which seems to be your favorite word these days…” My voice trailed off as I dropped my stare, letting it slip from the toes of my shoes over to the wall that we were standing next to.
Niall let out a huff. “So let me get this straight...you get pissed when I don’t fuck you and you get pissed when I’m just tryin’ to protect you–”
I shot my eyes back to his. “Niall, I’m not pissed that you are trying to protect me, I’m pissed because you don’t have the right to do that, okay, I’m not your girlfriend!”
The quiet that settled between us made the hairs on my neck stand up and the sweat that had gathered sent a chill down my spine. He darted his eyes with mine, the dim light of the club making it hard to fully see just how deeply he was staring at me. He blew a heavy breath past his lips, his hands resting on his hips and I watched as he tipped his head down for a moment before slowly peering back up at me. “So, you have to be my girlfriend for me to want to protect you? You are my friend, Sybil...and, yes, a girl,” I rolled my eyes at his words, “I’m not just going to let some fuckin’ guy put his hands all over you when you clearly don’t want it.”
“That’s not up for you to decide, Niall and we both know that’s not what you were doing,” I told him, shaking my head, “I can handle myself. I do pretty damn well when you’re not around.”
“I’m not saying you can’t, but Jesus, I fuckin’ care about you, Sybs–”
“Don’t fucking play that card with me,” I spit out, cutting him off with a huff.
His brows furrowed even deeper. “What?”
I let out a groan, running my hands up through my loose hair. “Just...you can’t do this, okay? Fuck...you can’t turn into some jealous boyfriend every time you get around me and then pretend it’s because you’re my friend.”
“I’m not actin’ like your damn boyfriend, Sybil,” he scoffed, shaking his head, “I’m actin’ like a fuckin’ friend. Because that’s what we are and that’s what friends do, I just don’t wanna see ya get hurt.”
I tossed my arms over my chest, dropping my stare. “You could’ve fooled me,” I muttered.
Niall peered at me through the corners of his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” I paused, flicking my eyes back up to his as I swallowed hard, “It means... I just...I thought you were a lot cooler than this, Niall, that after three fucking years, that we’d be above all this shit!”
I watched his jaw clench as he rolled his tongue in his mouth. “Yeah, well, I thought you were actually fuckin’ sane and after three years, we wouldn’t be havin’ a petty fuckin’ argument in the middle of a club like some fuckin’ psycho couple.”
“Yeah, well, we’re not a couple, Niall,” I sneered under my breath, the words biting off my tongue a lot worse than I intended. His eyes narrowed at me as his lips slowly parted and I wasn’t sure if he was going to yell back at me or just continue to stare in silence, but either way I had had enough.
Breathing out a scoff, I tipped my head back as I pressed my eyes closed. “This...this is just pointless,” I spit out, bringing my face back down to catch his stare, “I’m not gonna do this...I’m-...just leave me the fuck alone, okay?”
I dropped my arms in a huff, pushing past him as I walked away. “Sybil! Seriously?” I heard him call out after me, “Sybs, c’mon, where are you–...I drove ya here for Christ’s sake!”
Shaking my head, I spun around to glance at him, stumbling backwards towards the dance floor as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ll find a way home, Niall, I always do,” I yelled back, loud enough so that I knew he would hear, “Just leave me alone.”
