Treacherous

"What are you gonna be for Halloween Livy?" Marley asked as we brushed the hair of her American Girl Dolls. We were sitting in her hospital room waiting for the nurse to give her one last check up before she was released to go home. She wasn't a live in patient, but she spent most of her days there as a safety precaution while her parents worked.

"I think I'm being a tiger. So I can roar!" I growled playfully making her giggle.

"That's cool! I want to be a tiger too!"

"Halloweens tomorrow silly! Don't you already have a costume?"

"Yes but I don't want to be Tinker Bell anymore, I want to be like you!" She pouted and I couldn't
help but smile.

"Aw, but I think you would make a beautiful Tinker Bell!"

"No, I don't look like her."

"That's okay you can use your imagination. Did you know I was Tinker bell when I was little? " It was true, I was a little obsessed with Peter Pan as a kid.
"Really?!" Her whole face brightened up.

"Yep. And how about next year we choose a costume together so we match!"

"Yey! Let's be Belle!"

"Sounds great, remember that." I laughed just as the nurse walked in to the room with Marley's mom. That was my cue to leave, I felt rude intruding on something personal. "I have to go now,
Mar, I'll see you next week, okay?"

She frowned and her eyes widened. "Don't leave Livy."

"I'm so sorry sweetie. How about I come back Monday and you tell me all about Trick or Treating?"

"Okay," she smiled sadly.

"Oh I almost forgot!" I dug through my purse and pulled out the small little pumpkin. I was at the
supermarket and I saw a bunch of them with funny faces painted on. So I bought her the princess one. "Look what I got for you!"

"It's so pretty! I'll call her Serena." She beamed.

"That's a perfect name. I'll leave Serena right here. You can take her home and put her in your room." I said as I placed the pumpkin on the side table.

"Thank you Livy."

"Your so welcome. Have a happy Halloween, see you Monday!"

"Happy Halloween Livy!"

"Wait Olivia, can I speak to you a moment." Marley's mom Janet asked.

"Oh of course." I replied feeling slightly nervous, maybe she was mad that I was spending so much time with her daughter?

She led me out in the hallway. Just when I expected her to start yelling at me, she did the exact opposite by pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you so much." Her voice sounded choked up as if she were about to start crying. "You
have been so kind to my daughter." She specified as she pulled away. "I don't know how to
repay you."

"No please, don't worry. I enjoy spending time with Marley."

"Your all she talks about anymore. She loves you, and I can't thank you enough for giving her
that." She wiped a tear that fell from her eyes.

"There's no need to thank me. She brightens my day. You have an amazing daughter."

"I know." She smiled. "I'll let you go now Olivia. I'm sorry for my forwardness. Just know that
you are welcome to our home any time. Or if you ever wanted to stay with Marley during her check ups, we would love to have you there."

"Thank you. I'd like to be there for her whenever she needs me."

Janet pulled me in for one last hug before pulling away with a laugh. "Go on now, be young, I'm sure your boyfriends waiting for you."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I've never mentioned Elliot to Marley, at least I didn't think I had.

"Oh I'm sorry. Marley always talks about how you are dating a young man named Niall. She gushes about how in love you two are."

"Oh no, Niall's my.. friend."

"Okay dear." She gave me one of those knowing smiles before walking back in to the room.
I just shook my head before going to find said asshole. We were supposed to leave about a half an hour ago but we usually end up staying longer anyway. I knew he wouldn't mind, even if it was nearing 6:00 on the Friday before Halloween. Niall is extremely dedicated to this place and it makes me wonder why, but I'm always too afraid to ask. If he wanted me to know he would have told me by now. He even made a deal with his coach for him and Louis to skip soccer practice every Friday so that they could come here. That was very risky on his part, to jeopardize his captain position.

........


Halloween morning I was delightfully woken up to Niall in a chain saw mask with a plastic knife in his hand. I screamed bloody murder, making Buddha bark like crazy, and try to attack Niall. That almost made the fear worth it, her growling, chewing on his pant leg, while he tried to shake her off.

Later that day Ronnie came over and we had a Halloween Town marathon, along with caramel popcorn and ghost shaped cookies that her mom baked. The women was a saint in the kitchen. Trick or Treaters started coming around noon, and Liam and Niall were getting a kick out of scaring the shit out of them. Niall in his chain saw mask and Liam dressed as some Goblin creature. I was sure we would be the house everyone made note to skip the next year.

After dinner, Ronnie and I went up to my room to get ready for the night. Louis was having a huge Halloween Bash that night. He has it every year it's sort of a tradition.

Ronnie was going as a Zebra and I was a Tiger. I thought the idea was adorable until I saw the costume she pulled out, expecting me to wear. I really should learn by now to not trust my best friend with picking out my clothes.

"Ron." I groaned, examining myself in the mirror. "I look like a hussy!"

"You look hot! It's Halloween Liv. We have an excuse to be slutty tonight, better make use of it."

"Elliot's going to kill me." I sighed, twisting from side to side, the material was literally skin tight, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"He's miles away. What he doesn't know wont kill him."

"What if he want's a picture or something!"

"Ew, I don't need to know that kind of stuff."

"You know what I mean you freak!"

She rolled her eyes. "Just tell him you didn't take any. No more excuses."

Miya, Kendal, and Eleanor barged through the door in that moment. Kendal was a bunny, Miya was a mouse and Eleanor was a black panther. "Damn, ladies, we look hot." Kendal bit her lip making us all laugh.

"We literally look like we just walked out of mean girls." I muttered.

"That's the point be-yotch." Ronnie did her best Regina George impression, which was pretty
spot on.

.....

The door opened and Zayn and Niall stood in it's way, blocking our entrance. Zayn was a cop, and Niall was a fire fighter, the kind where they only wore pants and suspenders, leaving his whole torso out for show. I tried not to oggle, but who was I kidding.

They were both smirking down at us. "Code of entrance ladies."

I rolled my eye's, while Ronnie muttered something along the lines of beat it dick heads/ stop blocking my path to the alcohol.

"Wrong answer Ron." Zayn told her, placing a hand on her hip. "Our lips are lonely, and we're going to need two of you to fix that if you wanna come in." He teased puckering up.

"My pleasure," Ronnie said, pulling Zayn's face down to hers and giving him a sloppy kiss.

"My turn." Niall said grabbing at me. He better not be serious.

"Stop it Niall. I have a boyfriend."

"Aw come on, it's just a harmless kiss." I could tell he already had his fair share of beer.

"I'll do it." Kendall stepped forward, pushing me out of the way and repeating Ronnie's actions, this time with Niall. He was quick to respond to her, pulling her into him. What was that aching feeling? Please tell me it was disgust, and not jealousy. I've seen Niall make out with ton's of girls, and I mean like hundreds, but not since...not since he first kissed me. Or maybe it's because it was one of my best friends and not just some bimbo. Kendal was great, and fun, and gorgeous, and very single, all the things I wasn't.

I looked away from them, and walked into the house behind Ronnie and Zayn. My excited mood, quickly turned somber after that. What the fuck?

You have a boyfriend Ronnie and Niall's a pig. That won't be the last time you see him with a
girl. Your an idiot for ever letting him touch you.

I immediately walked to the makeshift bar where I found Liam , decked out in a full batman costume. The boy is too obsessed for his own good. My attitude shifted, seeing my brother who was busy mixing two drinks.I skipped up to him.

"Hey bro, that for me?"

Liam looked up startled but his eyes immediately narrowed when he took in my current attire.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Don't even start." I groaned.

"Someone needs to teach Ronnie the proper use of clothing."

I rolled my eyes. "So the drink... whose it for?"

"Huh? Oh just, you know, me?"

"Can I have it?"

I felt a large arm wrap around my shoulders. "I'll make you one." Harry offered. I looked away from Liam, who took the chance to scurry off. Ignoring my twins weirdness I looked to Harry. He was dressed as a sexy doctor, and he looked very sexy indeed.The buttons on his lab coat were undone, exposing his perfect abs and tattoos. Do these boys even know the effects they have on girls?

"Thanks Har." I grinned. He started mixing different bottles before handing me a red solo cup. I took a large sip, feeling the burn on the way down. The drink was more than two thirds liquor but I wasn't complaining.

"You look amazing, Liv." Harry commented, eyes raking down my body.

"Your looking pretty good too Dr. Styles."

He gave me a lopsided smile, his dimples showing, the kind of smile that could make girls faint
on the spot. "Do you need a check up?" He asked putting on the stethoscope that hung around his neck. He placed it over my heart and feigned shock. "Livy, your heart is beating for me to
take you to the dance floor. Immediately."

I barked out a most likely obnoxious laugh. "How long did it take you to come up with that one?"

"I looked up doctor pick up lines before I came." He admitted. "Might as well put this costume to good use eh? So what do you think, dance with me?"

"Sure, why not." I smiled.

I had finished off my drink and Harry made me another before leading me to the dance floor, which was just Louis' large living room with the furniture pushed against the walls. There was already a huge crowd, just as there always was. Everyone seemed extra sexual with their dancing tonight being it was halloween and everyone was half naked. Harry pulled me against him, and we started grinding to the beat along with the crowd. It was fun, and strictly platonic, though the bulge digging in my lower back showed that Harry may have been enjoying it a little too much. It must have been the alcohol that gave me the courage to let go and just dance with my friend. I was still angry with Elliot and to be honest, it was thrilling to know how pissed he would be if he saw me.

The song was just changing when Harry was shoved away from me. I turned around and my eyes widened at Niall's murderous face.

"What the fuck?" Harry spat at him.

"Liam will kill you Styles, get the fuck away from her."

"We were just dancing." I snapped at Niall. "Why the do you even care?" This was the second
time he's interrupted me having fun at a party, and to be honest it pissed me off.

"Yeah Niall, why do you care?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Because, I do. Now get the fuck out of here Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes before giving me an apologetic look. "I'll see you later Liv."

"Your such an ass." I glared at Niall, when Harry was gone. I was just about to follow after him but Niall pulled me back.

"If your going to dance with one of Liam's friends it's going to be me." He growled.

"And if your going to make out with one of my friends it's going to be me." I snapped, before my eye's widened realizing what the fuck I had just said. The smirk that grew on Niall's face made me want to dig a whole and burry myself in it. Thank god for the dark lighting considering I must have been the color of a stop sign.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you Olive?" He put a hand to his ear, bending over slightly.

"I didn't... what? I did not mean that. I have to go."

"Not so fast." He took my palm and placed it on his chest. His bare, muscled chest. His hungry
eyes devoured my body in the way that only he can. "You look so fucking hot tonight."

"Do you have a fetish for Tigers or something?" I joked, trying not to show how his words
effected me.

His lips twitched slightly, fighting back a smile. "Only if your the tiger."

"That was a bit cheesy, I thought you were better than that Ni."

He let his grin break free. "Play beer pong with me?"

I hesitantly took his extended hand and followed him to the pong tables. Two junior guys on the soccer team were just celebrating their victory, but one look from Niall and they scurried out of there like their asses were on fire.

Niall's P.O.V:

Olive and I played game after game of beer pong. The girl was really fucking good and we just kept winning.

Of course with the continuos playing, that meant more and more drinking. Something she's always had a problem with is being a light weight.

I can't even tell you how hard it was to keep my hands off of her in that costume. It was practically impossible, which was why I took every chance I could to brush against her.
My favorite thing about a drunk Olive is that she is less resistant when it comes to me. She
would smile more and just relax.

"Make this in Horan." Olive slurred patting me on the shoulder.

It was my turn to shoot, and if I made it in we would win yet another game. Though, I could care less about that, when Liv reached a certain level of intoxication she had started jumping on me with hugs each time I made a cup. My brain had to be significantly lacking in blood as it began to rush downward, if you know what I mean. I lined up my shot and watched as the ball sunk swiftly in to the cup.

Olive cheered, throwing her arms up in victory before wrapping them around my neck in a hug.

She jumped up and down in a happy dance, oblivious to the effect she was having on me. I tried to control my groan as she brushed against the situation in my pants.

To my dissapointment she pulled away, moving on to tell off the two sohpmore guys we had just creamed. Both of whom were horny little perverts that hadn't taken their eye's off her body the entire time. Was there such thing as death by ping pong ball?
Now Olive has always been the type to gloat when she wins, she's basically the Monica Geller
from friends.

However when she began tripping over herself, and mumbling one too many cuss words for her
normal vocabulary, I knew it was time she get home. The two sophs looked stunned beyond belief.

I rolled my eyes and wrapped an arm around her. "Olive, let's get you home, yeah?"

"What?! No way we're on a roll here Ni! Whose next to get slayyyyed."
She reached for a random solo cup filled to the rim with beer. Before she could take a sip, I quickly snatched it away from her, who knows what the hell was in that cup.

"Come on i'll make you some icecream at home."

She perked up at this. "Cookie dough."

"Sure." I kissed the top of her head, before leading her towards the front door, only to be
stopped.

It was some blonde chick I had been dancing with earlier, she was dressed as Miley Cyrus(aka
naked minus the bootie shorts and crop top) sure she was hot, but I was more into brunettes.
Or rather this one brunette.

"Niall." The girl purred, rubbing an arm on my bicep. Typical move, it probably would have worked on me, if I didn't have a wasted Olive in my arms.

I couldn't have been bothered to remember her name earlier. When I promised to find her later in the night, it had just been words I said to get rid of her. If I ended up running in to her, then so be it. Now with a change of situation, I just wanted her to get the hell away from me.

"Uh hey.."

"Lauren."

"Right, Lauren, now's not a good time." I gave her an apologetic smile.

"Why your on babysitting duty? Can't one of her friends handle her." She sneered, giving Olive
a disgusted look. My defenses immediately kicked in but before I could utter anything, Olive was jabbing the girl in the chest with her pointer finger.

"Listen Ms. Hussy-No-Pants, why don't you take your snarky comments and shove them up
your hairy-"

Alright!" I cut in, not wanting to know where she was taking that sentence. "Time to get home." I told Olive, shoving her out the door with me, not sparing Lane a second glance.

She practically stumbled down the porch and managed to fall twice on the lawn. I eventually got tired of preventing her from toppling over and just held her bridle style in my arms. The Payne's house wasn't that far from Louis' probably a ten minute walk at most. However dealing with a black out level drunk, who had non stop begged for mcnuggets the whole way, made it a bit more difficult than necessary.

When we got back to the house Olive went straight for the kitchen. I followed after her, wishing she would just get to bed before she hurt herself.

"Niall there's nothing to eat!" She complained, searching through the pantry. I laughed and
wrapped my arms around her from behind, peering in to the cabinet over her shoulder.

"Olive, it's stock filled with food."

"There's no nuggies in here." She pouted.

"I'll get you McDonalds tomorrow. Just go to bed now." I gently shut the cabinet. She turned to face me and leaned against the pantry doors, clearly too drunk to support herself. Her wobbly
heels not helping at all.

I bent down, unbuckling each shoe before carefully slipping them off her feet. Her toes looked red from being squished all night so I lightly massaged each foot for a moment. My fingers brushed against her ankle, what I would have given to travel up her calves to her thighs.

With I sigh I stood up, momentarily shocked by the look she was giving me. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, but what got me was the look in her eyes. She was starring at me with what could only be desire mixed with wonder and maybe a hint of fear.

My breath caught in my throat as her hand reached up to my forehead, softly brushing the hair from my face. Fire burned from her touch to my skin.

I took a step foward until our bodies were pressed together, pushing her further into the cabinet. Both her hands ran through my hair and I almost moaned at that slight touch.

"Olive," I breathed, my head dipping lower.

"Just do it Niall."

That was all I needed to crush my lips against hers. Who was I to object to a ladies wishes?

Our mouths moved desperately together, the way they always seemed to every time we kissed. It was like I went into this frenzy, where I had to take in every inch of her. It's not like I knew when she would let me kiss her again. I made the most of what I could get.

I probably shouldn't have let it happen, I knew how wasted she was. Though it's not like I had much self control when it came to her, besides I had my fair share of alcohol throughout the night. My head wasn't exactly clear.

"Upstairs." She whispered into my mouth. Again, who was I to deny her?

I hitched her legs around my waste before, practically running up the stairs to her bedroom.
I threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her. She tugged on the suspenders around my chest until they fell to the sides. Her fingers traced over my chest, her eyes following the pattern. My focus stayed on her face, she was gorgeous, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Even growing up just looking at her would do weird things to my stomach, a feeling I didn't understand at the time, I still don't.

When I grew impatient, I dipped my head until I was kissing along her neck.

"Niall," She moaned, now fisting my hair. Her moaning my name did it, I reached behind her and tugged the zipper to her costume down with one pull. Her back arched off the bed, telling me to take it off, something I had no objections to.

I groaned as I peeled the skin tight material off of her body, the bulge in my pants probably doubling in size. She had no bra on and only a pair of thin panties. It wasn't the first time I've seen a girl in her underwear, believe me there have been plenty. It wasn't even the first time I had seen Olive naked, and I still felt like I had the wind knocked out of me.

How are you supposed to act when you have the girl you've been pining for, under you, basically naked? Well since in my situation she's drunk and in a relationship, I should probably run out of her room as fast as I can. But I've never been one to do the right thing, especially if it feels so wrong.

I kissed all over her body, paying specific attention to her perfect breasts. I finally made my way down to her core after a few impatient words from Olive. I teasingly rubbed my fingers down the lacy fabric of her panties, before slipping them down her quivering legs.

My palms traced up her inner thighs, I had never felt such soft skin. They ran over her stomach until my face was hovering above hers.

She was panting heavily. "Is this okay with you?" I asked in a soft voice. I didn't want to push her to go too far, but god I wanted her.

After a moment she nodded and leaned up to reconnect our lips. I groaned into her mouth, my hand slipping between us and down our bodies. I ran one finger down her slit before slipping it inside her. Her breath caught before she let out a small moan, the sound made my heart flutter.

I continued to push them in and our of her, rubbing in small circles. Her hips were grinding against my hand. She was so wet, it was driving me crazy. I was sure she could feel how hard I was against her leg, it was practically bulging through my pants.

Her fingernails dug into my shoulder blade and she let out a loud moan. Our foreheads pressed together, her being too caught up in ecstasy to keep up with the kiss.

I slipped another finger inside of her, feeling her tightness around them. "Niall!" She cried out.

Her breathing picked up, and her grip on my shoulders tightened. I knew she was close so I picked up the pace until her finger nails scraped down my back, and she let out the sexiest moan I had ever heard from a girl. As pathetic as it was I almost came in my boxers just from that.

She went limp on the bed. Her eye's shut as she panted. They fluttered opening, revealing the most breathtaking shade of brown. If you looked close enough you could make out the swirls of honey gold in them.

"Your so beautiful." I told her.

She shocked me by gripping the back of my neck, pulling me until our lips met. I responded like it were a natural instinct. I gripped one of her thighs, pulling it up against my hip as our lips moved together perfectly.

Her hands ran along the waist band of my pants. Chills erupted at the soft touch. She slowly slid them down my legs until I kicked them off the rest of the way. Only the cotton material of my boxers between us, I rocked my hips against her. We both moaned at the contact. She made a move to remove them, that was when I heard the ruckus coming from down stairs.

That crazy dog, Buddha was barking like crazy. I almost thought it was an intruder that was until I heard the unmistakable drunk shouting of my best friend.

Olive and I sprung apart, giving eachother looks of horror as we heard the footsteps heading up the steps.

I quickly grabbed my pants and slipped them up while Olive ran to her dresser throwing on sweat pants and a tee. She just slipped it over her head when the door burst open.

Liam stumbled in, a stupid grin on his face as Harry attempted to hold him upright.

"Livy!" Liam cheered, attacking his sister in a hug. "I missed you sissy." He was leaning most of his weight on her and I knew it was a struggle to keep him up, so I gripped his shoulder pulling him off of her.

"Ni," Liam smiled at me, resting his head against mine. "Your my bestie you know that."
I laughed, feeling guilty for what had just occured moments before.

"And your mine."

"Good, Is the room spinning?"

"Okay time for bed." I told him, dragging him out of the room. I looked at Harry who was starring at Olive, a curious expression on his face. I didn't want to leave him in there alone with her.

"Give me a hand Styles?"

"Huh?" He mumbled distractedly looking away from her. "Oh right, yeah sure." He hurried to
Liam's other side and helped me get him to his bed.

"Women suck." Liam pouted as he collapsed on the matress. "Why do we even bother." He
muttered closing his eyes. I wondered what the hell happened to him, I would have to find out tomorrow.

Harry and I walked out of Liam's room, shutting the door behind us. I looked to Olives room, I wanted to go talk to her but Harry was curious as it was.

"What were you doing in her room?" He asked me, I expected some kind of confrontation. I knew how Harry felt about her, practically every guy has gone through a stage of crushing on her, some more serious than others.

"She was drunk so I brought her home." I replied nonchalantly. Making my way to my room. He followed after me to my annoyance.

"I'm not an idiot Horan."

"What are you saying?" I snapped, turning around to glare at him.

"You got with her, don't fucking lie either, you have red all over your lips, Livy was wearing red lipstick. Your just lucky Liam was too gone to notice." I wiped a finger along my mouth and sure
enough a slight red stain came off.

"Your gonna tell him now?" There was no point in denying it, the evidence was on my face. I could have played it off as it being from another girl, but maybe he would back off if he knew we had a thing.

"No, why would I do that? He'd kill you."

"Well thanks then."

He nodded. "Just make sure you know what your doing. I don't want to see her get hurt."

"I know."

"Good, well, night man." He turned to walk away.

"Wait Har.." I called after him, "We cool?" I asked when he turned around. He gave me a half smile holding out his fist.

"We're cool." I grinned pounding it with mine.
"Alright, night then." I told him walking in to my room.

Notes

Sorry this took FOREVER! It was really long so I hope that makes up for it.

I started writing this like a week before Halloween but I just couldn't get it right. I hope you liked it..let me know what you thought!!

Thank you so much for reading!