Niall lept on me and kissed me hungrily. I had to admit, I hadn't expected him to be this crazy. Before I could blink, Niall had all of his clothes off. He also had mine off in a split second. He was still hungrily kissing my neck while he started to massage my boobs.
Next think I know, his whole length was slammed into me.
I screamed, "NIALL!"
But he didn't slow. I felt him twitch and then his fluids mixed with mine. I arched my back in pleasure. Niall seemed completely oblivious that I was actually a person. He was acting as if I was his sex toy. But I didn't mind, it kinda turned me on.
While he was slamming into me, my mouth felt lonely. I grabbed Niall's head and yanked it to mine. I kissed passionately while Niall thrusted harder into me. I was sitting on him and he bounced me up and down on his penis and kissed me at the same time.
We both let out constant moans. After about half and hour, I started to hurt and obviously so did Niall. We both stopped and layed next to each other panting.
After a while Niall said, "So can you tell me what's wrong now?"
"Niall…" I began and rolled on my side so I was facing him. "I just can't..." I said sadly.
He lept up off the bed, and with a flash he had his clothes back on. "FINE!" he yelled. "I'LL BE AT NANDOS IF YOU DECIDE TO TELL ME!" With that he stormed out of the house and slammed the door.
I began to cry, more than I had ever cried before. I didn't try to find Niall because I knew that even if I found him, I wouldn't be able to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to get hurt, more than he already was. it would be a worse hurt. Physical hurt. I just couldn't tell him.
I didn't hear Niall come in, but he obviously did becuase he was tehre int he morning. He didn't say a single word to me the whole morning. When we arrived at the studio, Josh was there again.
"Oh shit." I muttered under my breath. Niall ignored me, it surprised me how sensitive he was being and I had to admit, I kinda liked it.
When the boys all went into the sound booth, Josh shuffled over to me. "Hey babe," he said grossly.
"Don't talk to me," I said firmly, not looking at him.
"Oh come on sugar. Give me some lovin," he said and placed his hand on my boob.
I moved and tried to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist and placed it on his penis instead. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he just rubbed my hand harder and harder on his groin.
I squirmed and squealed, but he wouldn't stop. He stoop up and threw me against the wall. I winced at the pain.
"Stop it!" I said to Josh firmly.
"Make me bitch!" He said and rubbed himself against me. "Kiss me!" He said louder. He began to hump me against the wall and harassed my boobs at the same time.
He was moaning and i could feel his huge bulge digging into my leg.
"Niall!" I screamed.
To my luck, someone had left the door of the sound proof room open just a crack. The boys had heard my cries for help. Niall came running out, the rest of the boys on his heel.
Niall shoved me aside and punched Josh in the face. His head banged against the wall, then I saw the tables turn as Josh punched Niall and he collapsed on the floor. I screamed as I saw his face bloody and swollen.
I tried to run to his side, but Josh punched me in the face. The last thing I saw was NIall staggering to my side, Paul tackling Josh on the ground, and the other boys rushing to my side. i passed out.
**
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was because I didn't want to open my eyes. The light was too bright, but I decided from the crunchy bed and the nightie I was wearing that I was in the hospital.
When I finally opened my eyes I saw Niall. Sitting on a chair, head over his knees and his hands clamped together, resting on his legs. There were a bunch of flowers on the side table next to him: White Lilies. My favourite. He was clearly distressed.
"Niall?" I said sleepily.
"Natalie! Oh god Natalie! I though I had lost you!" Niall said happy, but still worried.
"I just hit my head Niall," I said.
"You were in a coma!" Niall yelled and began to cry. "Two weeks Natalie! I waited two weeks for you!"
I could tell he really hasn't left my side for the whole time. He had a mass of stubble on his chin, almost like a beard and he stunk of sweat. He was still crying, head down on the bed.
I took his hand and stroked his head and saying, "It's ok now Niall. I'm here. I will always be here." He stood up and hugged me hard. "What happened to Josh?" I asked.
"Oh don't worry about him." Louis said as he and the other boys came walking into the room. "He won't be out for a while, where he's going," he winked at me.
The other boys laughed, while Niall was still crying into the bed.
"Oi Niall!" Harry said, "We're going to get Nandos for Natalie and if you don't stop cryiing we won't get you any!"
Niall shot up holding my hand. "Let's go!" He yelled and we just laughed.
**
The car ride back to our apartment was quiet until Niall spoke.
"Natalie, I'm sorry that I didn't realize sooner what was up," he began.
"Niall, it wasn't your fault! You can't blame yourself for this," I replied with exhaustion. Niall shot me a worried glance and pulled the car onto the curb. "What are you-" I tried to say.
Before I could finish, Niall grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I winced and my lip was still badly bruised. Niall could obviously tell that I was in pain because he pulled out of the kiss. He didn't say anything, just looked at my face. My purple eye, my broken nose, my cut lip.
"I'm so… so sorry Natalie," he said with guilt and sorrow in his voice.
"Stop blaming yourself Niall!" I exclaimed. Niall tried to protest, but I cut him off. "Can we just go home now? I just want to rest." Niall nodded solemnly and pulled off the curb.
I fell asleep in the car and Niall carried me inside to my bed. There I slept for about four hours. When I woke up, I suddenly felt sick. I rushed to the toilet and vomited in it. Niall came running in with a wet flannel and he dallied my head while holding my hair back.
"Feel any better?" He asked.
"Niall?" I asked looking up, tears streaming down my face from the vomiting.
"What is is Natalie?" Niall replied.
"How long has it been since we had sex?" I carried on.
"About three weeks… why?" He asked suspiciously.
"Niall," I began. "I think I'm pregnant."

Notes

Sorry it took a while to update. Should I keep going? Not really motivated to keep going right now