Treacherous

"How are you so sure they'll pick us?" I narrowed my eyes at Niall's suspiciously.

"They just will Olive. Would you drop it?"

"She's right though man, everyone wants to volunteer here." Louis added. Britney was too invested in one of the complimentary magazines to care, not that she would. She had been freaking out the whole car ride to the hospital, whining about catching diseases. I thought Niall was going to crack the steering wheel from how hard he had clutched it.

Niall seemed to panic slightly as if he were thinking up a response. He had been insistent that we do all of our volunteer work at UCLA's medical center. He was very secretive about his reasonings, along with how he was so sure they would pick our group amongst the many seniors that wanted to earn their service here.

"Let's just say, I have a great relationship with one of the nurses." He winked in my direction causing Louis to laugh and me to fake gag. Of course Niall's still an ass, I thought he had some genuine connection at the hospital. Obviously it was that he was a little too friendly with their staff.
We were currently in one of the waiting rooms until we could speak to a doctor.

"Niall James. For what do I owe this great pleasure?" A slightly greying man in a lab coat rounded the corner. He had a big friendly smile plastered on his face.

At this Niall's head whirled around to him and he shot up from the seat, practically attacking the doctor in a man hug.

"Good to see you Wess."

"You too kid. I hope your doing good."

"Course. All is great." Niall looked back at us before answering quickly. He seemed to remember that we were all watching curiously. "Uh, Wess is an old friend of my dads." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. If I didn't despise him I would think that he looked cute in that moment.

"Dr. Kenneth Wess." He corrected playfully. "So I hear you kids are looking to volunteer. We always get a lot of requests but I can pull some strings. I'm one of the head Oncologists, so I can have you guys help out in the cancer wing. Would that be all right with you?"
Niall smiled smugly at us, so he did have an actual connection, other than some bimbo nurse who had a fetish for younger boys. Though I didn't doubt that that part wasn't some what true. Who knew what Niall did on his free time. Or who he did, rather.

"That's perfect. Dr. Wess." I told him gratefully.

"I was only joking dear, you can call me Ken, whatever you prefer." He smiled warmly. I felt my cheeks heating up, he was probably in his mid forties but he was extremely good looking, like one of those hot dads that you see on TV shows. "You guys can start next week."

"Perfect. Now can we get out of here before I catch cancer." Britney sneered, looking around in
disgust. Dr. Wess, or Ken, looked taken aback by her rudeness, while the rest of us shot her nasty glares. If I wasn't so pissed by her comment I would have laughed my ass off at how dumb this bitch was. Catch Cancer? Maybe we can get her held back a few grades and then I won't have to work with her anymore. Even Niall was shockingly more civil to be grouped with.

"I'm sorry you feel that way Miss. But I can assure you Cancer is not contagious, and you will be perfectly safe. We would not allow you to volunteer here if other wise." Ken answered, I could here the disbelief in his tone.

"Whatever." She flipped her hair and walked out the exit. We apologized for her and thanked him for his kindness before following out to the car. Maybe I could convince Niall to drive off without her. From how angry he looked I probably could.

……………...


I was in the middle of taping Streamers around the walls of the dining room when I heard the tiny padding of paws.

"No Buddha! No. Drop it!" I yelled at the pug, who somehow managed her way on the dinning room table and was about to devour a plate of chocolate cookies that I left out for the boys. She raised her head, looking nervous when she knew she was caught. Smart Doggy. I took cautious steps towards her, knowing that if she got a hold of chocolate she would have diarrhea for days. I was not ready to handle that.

Liam and I had adopted her last Easter when our parents couldn't make it home. She made that disappointing day a whole lot brighter. Little did we know what an adorable little terror she would be.

Just as I was about to reach her she snagged a cookie, leaped off the table and made a break for it. God Dammit.

"Buddha!" I yelled as I ran after her. Party streamers would have to wait.

By the time I reached her it was too late the cookie was gone and she was hiding underneath the ladder Liam was standing on. She knew he would protect her.

"What did my Bu-Bu do?" Liam asked in his baby voice. Yes he just said bu-bu. He thinks its a cute nickname, no matter how many times I've told him otherwise.

"She took a cookie." I told him, knowing that he wouldn't care, he's constantly feeding her human food which is why I make him clean up any accidents she has around the house.

"Oh lighten up Liv. You should probably take her over to Ronnie's now anyway." When ever we have parties she stays the night at Ronnie's. Mrs. Clark, adored her. The woman's also another one whose guilty of feeding Buddha junk food. The dogs going to blow up if people don't start listening to me.

"Okay," I sighed and bent down to grab her. She came running into my arms once she realized I wasn't angry anymore.

"Hurry back, we have a lot more decorating to do."

"Remind me again why Niall's not helping?" I asked aggravatedly as Liam and Louis finished hanging the 'Happy Birthday' sign on the wall. His real birthday wasn't until the next day so there was no reason why he couldn't be busting his ass as well.

"Because he's a lazy son of a bitch!" Harry yelled while he and Zayn brought one of the kegs to the kitchen.

Niall had left around twelve in the afternoon, saying he would be back in time to be 'surprised'. He made sure to request decorations and green solo cups before leaving. I was ready to laugh at the asshole, that was until Liam grabbed his keys and told me we were going to Party World for decorations. I didn't understand because usually he would just roll his eyes or something. But
Liam seemed really intent on making this a great birthday for Niall.

So here we are dressing up the house with tacky party decorations. We even managed to find green solo cups.

"Well you can count on me dragging his hung over ass out of bed tomorrow morning to clean all this shit up." Just that thought alone made me smile. I imagined myself drinking a nice cup of coffee while watching a still half drunk Niall miserably clean the house. That would make the whole night worth it.

I heard them all mutter agreements as I walked towards the door.

……………


"I am not wearing this." I told Ronnie while I examined myself in the mirror. I hadn't worn such a revealing dress since before I started dating Elliot.

"You look hot. You have the body of a model yet you hide it behind your ugly sweaters."

"They are not ugly." I defended.

"Sure honey. But your still wearing this and I plan to get you smashed tonight, so be prepared."

"I'm only having a few beers." I warned her. I knew this would happen. Now that Elliot was away she was going to try and get me drunk and to wear slutty clothing.

"Your drinking whatever I tell you to drink. That asshole has been holding you down for too long. Not anymore. I'll even do my own homework for a whole week."

"Two weeks." I challenged, knowing she wouldn't accept. She cringed at the thought and I knew I had her.

"Fine. Deal." She nodded to my surprise. I gaped at her in shock. "You wear this dress and drink as much as I say and I do my own work for two weeks."

"That means no copying someone else. You do it your self. You do math." I warned her.

"I know what it means." She scoffed. "Now, let's do hair and make up!" She clapped excitedly.
When we finally made it down the stairs the party was in full swing and Niall had already arrived, faking his 'surprise'. I could hear it from my room, I wanted to laugh at how dumb he was sometimes.

Ronnie and I had spent a lot of time arguing about my outfit. I really didn't want to wear the dress, it wasn't that I didn't like it. It was cute and i'll admit not that slutty, but it was tight and red. If Elliot were to see me he would be pissed. I had to avoid any pictures throughout the night.

I was dragged to the kitchen by Ronnie, where we found Niall, Harry and Liam already setting up a new keg, everyone had blown through one in the first half hour. It was going to be a long night.
Niall was the first to look up and notice us. I watched as his eyes shamelessly roamed my body, he even licked his lips. I shocked myself by not wanting to gag, I didn't even snap at him for looking at me. I felt extremely uncomfortable and revealed, but a small part of me, and I mean small, was proud that he had that reaction because of me. What girl wouldn't be? I could even feel Harry looking at me which boosted my confidence a bit.

When Liam looked up his eyes narrowed. "What the hell are you wearing?" Probably the only thing Liam liked about Elliot was the way I began dressing more reserved for him. I would never wear a body con dress around Elliot. To parties, I either wore jeans and a blouse or a dress that flared out and covered my chest. Now that I had the tight dress on I realized how much I missed dressing my age.

"A dress." I replied sarcastically.

"Change. Right now." Liam was pissed as he looked between Niall and Harry who were still eyeing me.

"Relax, Liv looks great." Harry commented earning him a punch in the arm.

"See Harry thinks she looks great, I think she looks hot, and drool boy," she motioned to Niall, "is practically eye fucking her." Ronnie intervened, how she thought that was helpful, I don't know.
"So don't get all ' I'm her big brother even though I'm only eight minutes older' protectiveon her right now." She walked to the alcohol cabinet which Liam keeps locked during parties. Ronnie easily typed in the code and snatched a bottle of Patron. "It's time for shot's with the birthday boy." She smiled, giving me a wink. I internally groaned, knowing this wasn't ending well for me. I
realized now how shitty my end of the deal was.

Niall came to stand next to me against the kitchen Island, where Ronnie was pouring our fourth round of shots, we had attracted a large group after the first round, people were crowding the kitchen waiting for their own. Niall wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I could feel his breath against my ear.

"Does the boyfriend know your wearing this?" He asked, huskily. A shiver ran down my spine, I blamed it on the three shots of Patron I had just taken.

"What do you think?" I glared at him and shrugged his arm off, trying to seem unaffected.

"I think, he would throw a shit fit if he got a look at you. But the kid is too much of a pussy. So no need to worry."

"He is not." I snapped.

"Oh please, the guys too afraid of ruining his pretty boy face to ever get in a fight."

I rolled my eyes and decided to ignore him, there was no getting anywhere with Niall.
……….


"No I can't! I've had too much. " I giggled as Ronnie handed me yet another beer.

"You promised." She whined. "Your doing my homework every day if you don't drink this." I sighed and took it from her with a pout.

"This is the last one, I don't want to be too drunk." I warned her although I was already slurring over my words. I put the cup to my lips and practically drank half in one sip. I couldn't explain the adrenaline I was feeling, it was like I was finally letting loose after being holed up for so long. I lost track a while ago of how much I had drank. Elliot's stupid rhyme, 'liquor before beer your in the clear, beer before liquor never been sicker', was definitely the last thing on my mind. I always had an amazing alcohol tolerance despite my small size. Apparently that had not changed despite my lack of binge drinking lately. I was grateful for that, otherwise I would have been over the toilet a while ago.

I was currently dancing with Kendal and now Ronnie. Kendal was definitely enjoying my new found attitude, she was such a party girl.

Niall was in the middle of the makeshift dance floor having the time of his life. He had about five girls grinding on him at once. Britney and Jamie were amongst those, I had the urge to kick them out of my house but resisted, since it was Niall's birthday. They were both throwing themselves at him, desperately wanting to be his 'birthday fuck' as he called it all week. It made me sick.
I started grinding with some junior named Peter. We talked briefly before he pulled me against him and began dancing with me. I'm sure If I wasn't so drunk I would have pushed away from him, but I was enjoying myself. There's no harm in dancing. I found myself getting into it and running my fingers through his hair, when he was abruptly yanked away from me. I was drunk so it took a moment to process but I was not expecting to see Niall holding Peter by his collar, looking ready to kill. "Get the fuck away from her." He growled and threw Peter to the ground. Who was quick to scurry away towards the opposite end of the house.
Poor Peter.

Niall turned his glare on me, which I attempted to reciprocate but I ended up giggling. He stalked towards me and roughly grabbed my hips. "You'll dance with that tool but not me?" He growled.

"You were pretty preoccupied." I shrugged. His glare turned into a smirk after I said that.

"So you were watching me?"

"Unfortunately for everyone your nauseating display was pretty hard to miss."

"Or you were jealous." He raised an eyebrow while I scoffed at him.

"In your dreams Horan."

"Oh believe me Olive. You've starred in plenty of my dreams." He muttered, pulling me closer. I surprised myself by letting him.

"Like what?"

His eyes widened at my response, probably expecting a sassy comeback. He definitely didn't think I would play along, neither did I for that matter, Alcohol really affected people. He let out a cough when he composed himself.

"Well for starters, you would be in this color," he ran his fingers down my torso, over the thin red material. "Only a lot more skin would be showing."

"You don't say?" I fluttered my eyelashes as I slightly pulled my dress sleeve to the side, revealing my red bra strap. Niall's eyes darkened, visibly. I was only doing it to mess with him, thats what I kept telling myself at least, but something in his look made my body heat up.

"Tell me Niall, What happens after that?" I went on, rubbing a finger over his chest. He leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against mine.

"I could show you." He breathed, his voice husky, filled with lust. My heart was pounding in my chest and it was almost as if I wanted to kiss Niall. Sober me would have been disgusted and pushed him away. But drunk me, alway seemed to bring out my attraction to him.
His lips had just barely brushed mine when Elliot's face flashed in my mind. I felt my stomach drop as I pulled away from Niall.

"Don't touch me." I snapped at him not waiting for his reaction as I scurried into the kitchen. I found Miya and Ronnie playing a game of flip cup with a few of our other friends.

"Give me a cup." I demanded, as I joined them. Ronnie furrowed her eyebrows.

"But I thought you said-"

"I don't care what I said. You were right. I'm getting wasted." And that's what I did. I played two rounds of flip cup then moved on to beer pong. Before I knew it I was three sheets to the wind, as I danced with a bunch of people.

I was making up silly moves with Miya. She was doing 'the sprinkler', when she accidentally spilled her cup filled with beer all over me. I shrieked from the freezing liquid seeping through my thin dress.

I started giggling once it sinked in. "It's so cold." I looked up at Miya. She was too drunk to actually feel guilty so she was laughing with me.

"Shit I'm so sorry!" She laughed, attempting to dry it with her hands.

"I need to change!" I yelled to her over the music. I left her to dance with other people and stumbled up the stairs to my room. I peeled off the dress and threw it somewhere on my floor, I normally had OCD about that, but I was drunk enough not to care. I pulled out a pair of pajamas deciding not to go downstairs again. It was already two in the morning, though the party would probably go on for a few more hours.

The world was spinning as I walked across the hallway to the bathroom. I was only wearing my bra and thong, either I was too wasted to realize, or I was banking on people actually following our no upstairs rule. I almost lost my balance as I got into the shower. I somehow managed to wash my body and I was just rinsing out my hair when the bathroom door opened.

"Get the hell out!" I yelled at... Of course Niall as he rushed to the toilet. Need I point out, my shower had a glass door instead of a curtain.

"Not right now Olive." He shooed me off and let out a huge sigh as the sound of him peeing mixed with the running water of the shower.

"Ew!" I squealed looking away from his exposed man parts. "Why couldn't you just go downstairs? Or in yours and Liam's bathroom?" I shut the shower off and went to grab my towel only to realize in my drunken state I forgot one.

"There was a line of ten girls downstairs, like hell I was waiting for that. And I'm pretty sure Zayn and Ronnie are shagging in my bathroom." He informed me as he zipped up his pants. When he looked up he seemed to finally put it together that I was naked because his jaw dropped slightly as he gawked at me. I tried to cover myself as best I could.

"Can you get me a towel please." I begged. A smirk took over his face. Surprisingly he opened the linen closet and took out a towel.

"You should come out here and get it." Of course he's still a jerk.

"Niall." I warned.

"Olive, come get your towel." He taunted waving it around. I huffed in annoyance and flung the shower door open. It must have been the alcohol that gave me the courage to proudly walk out and grab it from him. I quickly wrapped it around myself. Niall's eyes roamed over my body before flicking to something behind me. I followed his train of sight to my beer soaked red bra and panties on the floor. I gulped thinking back to our 'conversation' from earlier.

I was still really intoxicated so I ended up stumbling back slightly until I hit the sink counter. I leaned against it for support. I can't explain why I wasn't rushing out of the bathroom, other than the fact that I was drunk. I honestly just needed to pass out.

"Get out." I told him as I balanced myself.

Niall took two long steps so that he was pressing against me, pushing me further into the sink. I
didn't even push him away… I didn't even want to push him away.

"Your too good for him." Niall told me as he buried his face in my neck. I couldn't find my voice to protest. It was nice to be complimented since Elliot didn't do much of that. "Your too gorgeous for someone like him." He placed a kiss on my neck. I absentmindedly tilted my head to give him better access. "Too full of life to be held back." He looked up as he said that and ran a finger over my lips. "I've wanted you for so long." I could see in his blue eyes how much he meant that. That was why I didn't stop him this time when he brushed his lips against mine.

"Niall stop," I told him weakly.

He didn't stop, only moved his mouth attempting to get a reaction from me but I was frozen. "Olivia," he moaned against my lips. "Please."He never called me Olivia, ever, not since we were six. It was as if something sparked in me, though this time the reaction was not to run away from him. No.. I did something I never pictured myself doing in a million years, not even if we were the last two people on this planet... I knotted my fingers in his hair and kissed him back. He was quick to take control, easily slipping his tongue in my mouth. He kissed me hungrily placing a hand under my bum and lifted me so I was sitting on the counter, his hands roamed my thighs. I mindlessly wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. We both moaned as our groins rubbed against each other and I could feel how very excited he was.

I couldn't tell you what had come over me. It was like I was possessed by Britney and had to touch every inch of Niall. I don't think my actions were processing in my mind.

I ripped his shirt over his head and my hands began exploring his toned chest. I didn't know how many times I had discreetly gawked at him while he was walking around shirtless. To actually get to touch his muscles was something else completely. It wasn't that he was more fit than Elliot, but he just seemed stronger, manlier. I loved his patch of chest hair for example. One tug from Niall and my towel fell to the floor, exposing myself to him. I knew the warning bell's should have been going off by this point, but in that moment I couldn't focus on anything other than Niall.

"Your so hot." He growled as he broke our kiss to examine me, his eyes seemed to darken even more than they already were.

I waited in anticipation for what he would do next. His hands continued to rub my thighs getting dangerously close to my aching center. Apparently I was impatient because I gripped his wide biceps and pulled him down to me so our mouths connected once again.

That was when the knocking on the door started. More like pounding.

"Whose in there?! No ones allowed up here." Liam called. Niall and I both froze in horror and turned to the door.

The sound of Liam's hand grabbing the unlocked door knob triggered me out of my coma like state.

"It's me! I'm naked!" I called just before he went to turn it. I wasn't necessarily lying.

"Oh shit, sorry Liv."

"No prob! I was just having a shower. Miya spilt beer all over me!" I laughed nervously.

"Oh gross. Have you seen Niall? I haven't ran into him in a while." I looked at Niall who was looking at me with wide eyes.

"Umm.." I trailed giving Niall the 'HELP ME!' look. He started jerking his hips in a weird motion. "He was twerking?" He glared at me as if I was an idiot and shook his head.

"What?" Liam laughed.

"Yeah, um last I saw him he was dancing with some girl. Twerking specifically. He probably went off with her somewhere. Maybe check the backyard or something." I lied, surprisingly smoothly.

"Okay true, he's probably getting some, the horny asshole." I could picture Liam smiling.

"Yeah, he's a pig." I smirked at Niall who rolled his eyes.

"Do you have a towel on? Can I come in?"

"What? No! I'm.. air drying. Better for your pores."

"Your weird right now. How much did you drink?"

"No, no! I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to bed. Night!" I squeezed between Niall and the counter as I hopped down and grabbed fallen my towel to cover myself.

I could not believe what I had just done.

If Liam hadn't come… I don't even want to think about that.

"Okay, goodnight Liv." Liam slapped the door, before I could hear the sounds of his footsteps fading down the hall. Niall and I both let out relieved sighs. If Liam had caught us it would have been World War III. He would probably react worse than Elliot… holy shit Elliot. I cheated on him!

"Where were we?" Niall breathed as he grabbed my hips. I held the towel tighter around me and glared at him.

"Are you serious right now?" I whispered harshly incase Liam was still in hearing distance.

"Does that answer you?" He asked as he rubbed his hard on against me. Yes, yes it did.

"Liam almost just caught us and you don't even care."

"I'm drunk and i'll care in the morning."

"That was nothing. It never happened. We were drunk and made out a little. We never speak of it
again. Got me?" I jabbed a finger to his chest.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "That was not nothing and you know it."

"Why can't you just go get one of your many waiting girls downstairs? They'll gladly give you the
'Birthday Fuck' you've been raving about all week." I sneered and internally cringed. I had almost become one of Niall's whores. Mother of all that is holy, please help me.

"I don't want them. It's my birthday and I only want you." My stomach fluttered at that. But then I remembered, this was Niall. He knew exactly what to say to girls, he's had plenty of practice. He tried pulling me to him but I shoved him away.

"I have a boyfriend." I reminded him.

"Oh wouldn't that boyfriend love to know what you were just up to." I wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, a nice slap would do the trick.

"Oh wouldn't your best friend love to know you took advantage of his intoxicated sister." I snapped back.

"You wouldn't." He glared.

"Your right I wouldn't. Because this never happened."

"Like hell it never happened." He growled, wrapped his arms around me again, and crushed his lips to mine forcefully. For a moment I found myself kissing back, he was a mind blowing kisser, and something about him was just hypnotizing. But before it got too far again I pushed against his chest with as much force as I could muster. He was caught off guard so he ended up stumbling back a step or two.
"This ends now. I know you don't give a shit about Elliot, but think about Liam." I gave him a deadly look, grabbed my pajamas and walked out the door, leaving behind a stunned Niall.

Notes

I wasn't really too happy with this chapter, but I just wanted to get something up. I had originally planned for it to go differently but when I started writing it, everything kind of changed. I hope it wasn't too horrible, it was mostly a filler.

Thank you again for reading. I know this took long but I finally outlined everything so I should be updating more frequently.