So I took a shower with Niall Horan. Just to be clear, nothing sexual happened. I actually had all of my clothes on, he just forced me to clean his filthy hot body. And I had to admit that I actually enjoyed it, even though I was trying really hard for him not to notice. I refused to wash his manly parts, I accidentally told him I didn’t want to touch them ‘yet’. He was of course thrilled by that fact and told me that we would get to that later. Ugh, he’s such a disgusting little boy, who I keep on getting more and more attracted to. Did I want to? No. Does it constantly happen? Yes.

After his very awkward shower he sent me away, told me to go rest up and get myself fed. It was good for him that I wasn’t allowed to hurt him, because boy did I want to. He was treating me like a freaking sex object and I hated it. Sure I kind of wanted to touch his penis, but only after I got to know him, or something like that. Plus I couldn’t help but hate the fact that he faked his way free of the facility, or office as we call it. He really fooled Simon into thinking that he was putting his emotions back on. He was just trying to get out, and who knew what he would do if he was free to do anything.

I was sitting in the big living room, where he had most of his guitars and all of his movies. I had chosen a classic to watch, Dirty Dancing. I was hoping that if he saw that I was watching this cheesy movie, he would leave me alone. But as usual my normal luck didn’t give me a break so he soon joined me with a big coffee mug. I looked at him with a skeptic stare before I turned my attention back to the TV.

“So is there any blood in that coffee of yours?” He snorted with fake laughter and kept his eyes on the TV. I glanced at him to see if I was going to get another reaction from him, but I didn’t. We just kept on watching the movie, and about halfway through he spoke up. Breaking the awkward silence.

“There actually is some blood in this coffee.” His tone was nonchalant and it annoyed me. “They stocked my mini fridge underneath the sink with blood.” I scoffed and leaned away from him just a tiny bit more.

“Well apparently being a blood sucking creature requires actual blood. And since you have no willing human nearby, you will have to do with blood bags.” He laughed a small laugh and then grabbed the DVD remote. The bastard pressed pause and then turned to look at me, only making me more and more angry with his stupid face.

“I think that if I’m supposed to NOT want to kill you, you should act decent. Because right now I really want to rip your throat out.” He faked smiled as I looked at him before returned his normal glare. “Got it sunshine?” I simply bit the inside of my lip to keep my snide remark from leaving my lips, a move he noticed and seemed to like. His face turned into a devilish smirk and he scooted closer after putting the coffee mug on the table.

“I suggest you stop right there.” My voice was slow and I was trying not to show him too much anger, or fear or lust. Even though his motion didn’t stop, I tried hopelessly to move away from him.

“So how’s the avoiding going for you? I can hear that you’re angry…” He dragged out the word and moved closer. “Afraid…” Yet another dragged out word and his lips were almost by my ear. My heartbeat was picking up and I swallowed back what I tried to tell myself was only fear. “And lust…” His voice made me shiver as he spoke the last few words, and my arms were full with goose bumps.

I foolishly tried to move but his hands were on me in an instant. He was holding me on the couch, not allowing me to leave. No words were said in a long time as he pressed his lips against my ear. His breathing was even, no signs of him being too excited, which made me feel kind of bad. Somehow I wanted to be able to make him pant, to make him scream my name as I rode him like a magnificent mustang. Then with a flash I remembered who was pressing me down onto the couch, it was the man who I pushed a little too hard. I broke him and in the beginning all he wanted to do was kill me. What if he planned to do it still? That he was going to get near me, make me lose my guard and then strike?

“Niall please.” I knew that there was no way I was going to get him off me by offending him. And on top of that I didn’t have the strength in my voice to sound mean. I was physically exhausted from just having him that close. He leaned away from me just barely and looked down at me with his blue orbs. I knew that if he kissed me I would’ve gone with it, and it would’ve ended with us having sex. As if he read my thoughts he looked at me with a slightly frightened expression and the next second he was gone. His mug still on the table. His perfume still in the air. And the movie still on pause. Just like my life.

Notes

So it's always like one or two weeks between the updates, but at least I still update! Woop!

It's kind of short but I felt like the chapter should end there! Tell me what you think! I need at least two comments to update again ;)