Frat Boy Niall part 4. 
Nialls POV:
"I watched her intently as she walked up to the door of the house. As she walked up the stairs, her long brown hair bounced slightly with her steps. Even from behind she was beautiful. I watched as she fiddled for her keys, then unlocked the large, white door. She turned, and glanced at me, which confirmed my last thought on her beauty. As I turned and opened my car door and slid in onto the black leather seats, I began to wonder if I was into deep, and that I needed to run while I still could. I didn’t want her to get hurt. I made the rule to never get close to any girl that it was far too dangerous, and I would forever hate myself if she got hurt. As I started speeding off into the moonlight which illuminated the road in front of me and reflected off the shiny hood of my car, i drove with a heavy heart, Worrying about the future and worring about Liam, who can’t keep his mouth shut and almost told her. My heart was aching for her. I don’t know what has come over me the past two days.  I have two options. Leave, or stay and do everything I can to protect her, even if its risking everything. 
I slowly eased off the back of the door back to my feet, and I began to walk tirdy up the large staircase to my room. I opened the door and sat my keys on my dresser, closing the door behind me. I slid off the evenings outfit onto the floor, and slid a large old tshirt over my head, then proceeding to turn back my sheets and climb in. I stared in deep thought into the darkness of my room, the only light being the subtile glow of the moon between my closed blinds. The disappointment In Liam’s eyes flashed in my memory as I drifted off into unconsciousness feeling as if I had done something wrong.
I was jolted awake by the ear splitting pierce of the beeping from mu alarm. It was Monday morning, and I had class in an hour. I sluggishly carried my still half asleep self to the hallway, where I opened Miranda’s room door, to see her safe in her bed. I always did that, if we left a party or something at a different time just to make sure she made it home okay. It never crossed my mind what I’d actually so if I didn’t find her in there, and I wasn’t looking to find out. I then made my way to the bathroom, opening the cold wooden door and instantly shivering when the pads of my feet touched the cool tile. I then closed the door, locking it. I started the shower as I slowly started to strip my clothes off the same way before my shower yesterday, same thing, except so much had changed since then. I glanced at myself in the mirror, dark circles slowly beginning to form under my forest green eyes and letting my hair cascade down my shoulders as I stepped into the sweltering humidity of the shower.

As I sat slouched in my chair in English, my mind blocked out my professors high pitched voice that was going on and on about British literature and next weeks extra credit. My mind wandered aimlessly at thoughts of Niall, and why I hadn’t heard from him today. It also ventured over to Liam, who I hadn’t heard from either. Fuck. Was I really going to give up Liam for a guy who’s probably has no feelings for me and I barley know? I questioned myself. I’ve known Liam forever. And he had always been there for me. So I knew Liam would never skip out of my life. But after last night…my thoughts on that was beginning to change. I had never seen Liam so drunk before, and its still leaving me bothered. Still. I had no idea what it was about Niall. My mind flashed back to last night. All the things he said while high, him kissing me on the hood of his car, and the way his eyes trailed my body as I walked to the door. It was all so…intoxicating. I started to bite my lip as I thought about Niall. The bell ringing startled me, causing me to shoot up in my seat.
During the short walk to my car, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reached back and slowly slid my phone out, trying not to drop it but also juggle it with my car keys, books, notebook, and my purse. It was from Niall. My eyes trailed across the words “be ready at 6.45 xx.” I heard it in his accent, just thinking about it made me smile to myself. which made me feel guilty about Liam. As I opened the sleek dark door handle of my car, I slowly lowered my books into the passenger side, then myself on to the almost-too-hot-to-sit on leather seats. I slightly lunged up, trying to escape the burn on the back of my bare thighs. As I drove back to the sorority house, I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was only 3. I plopped back on my bed and dozed off once again, waking up to Miranda, like the other morning, shaking my shoulder. “Can you stop doing that.” I grunted, looking up at her pissed off that this she felt was her only effective way of waking me up. I clicked the button on my phone to see that it was 5:45. I had just enough time to get ready. “What are you doing tonight?” Miranda asked, as I waltzed over to my closet and began pairing tops with bottoms. “No idea,” I replied my gaze never leaving the multiple tops I was flipping through. “Niall texted me saying be ready at 6:45.” I also added. Out of curiosity and before I could even process my thoughts to catch up with my mouth, I asked Miranda about Liam. “Have you heard anything or has Lauren said anything?” “Nothing, except that he wasn’t in class today. I assume he’s just hung over. You saw how drunk he was last night. It’s all going to be okay with Liam, you both have been through worse,” she encouraged. “Don’t let over thinking the situation ruin your night with Niall.” She commented, while laying a pair of light wash denim shorts on the bed, my gray vans, and a black vneck. I turned to look at her reassuringly, and I know she could see the worry in my eyes. “It’s going to be okay. Have fun tonight.” She said almost singing it as she danced out of my room leaving me to get changed.
It was 6:45 right on the dot when I heard a loud knock at my rooms door. Expecting it to be Miranda, I flung open the door to make an entrance in my outfit she had chosen arms flailing in the air and everything, only to see Niall; who got a big kick out of it. I felt my cheeks burn crimson and as he noticed my embarrassment he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Ready?” He asked, nodding my head I followed him out and down the tall staircase and out the big door. We walked down to his car, which was still running with the keys in it. We climbed in, and bucked our seatbelts. “Where are we going?” I asked curiously. He stayed quiet, ignoring me even though I know he heard me clear as day. I decided I’d give in to what he wanted and shut up and just let him take me wherever he had planned. We pulled onto the highway once again, and just like the past few times he has driven me, he was floored 80, but it felt so smooth you would have never guessed. He had on a plain white tshirt, jeans, and a solid white pair of supras, topped off with a gray zip up jacket, and his blue mavericks snapback. He must have been in deep thought, because as I watched him, he started biting his bottom lip. Which made my heart go crazy at the sight. I guess he saw me staring out of the corner of his eyes, because he took his eyes off the road for a second, to look at me, smirk, and cock his eyebrow up. I felt a smile creep across my face, his beauty being overwhelming and I couldn’t help myself. Niall exited off the highway, turning into a parking lot. I glanced up from my lap to see that we were at the Santa Monica Pier. Niall turned the key, and pulling it making the car go silent. He got out of the car, as I followed his moves. He walked over to me and laced his fingers in mine. This startled me, because I couldn’t imagine Niall holding ANYONES hand, much less my own. He must have saw the look on my face because he let out a small laugh, but not letting go as we walked down the pier to the ticket booth. Niall purchased a book of tickets, then we began to walk down the pier more, getting a better look at what it all had to offer. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool sending goosebumps up my arms. I shivered, which made Niall slide his jacket off, and offer it to me. I graciously accepted. Why was he acting so sweet and so normal? It’s like it wasn’t even Niall. Like it was a totally different person and I really couldn’t understand what was going on. Niall pulled me to a stop infront of a game booth, letting go of my hand to retrieve his wallet, and paying the small teenage boy who worked it. The game was to throw the baseball at the stack of milk bottles. I knew from experience that most of these games were rigged because one of the bottles was glued down. It was common sense. Cutting my thoughts off Niall threw a baseball sending the milk bottles crashing to the floor below. He pointed to one of the stuffed prizes. “Close your eyes.” Niall demanded. I obeyed, hands covering my eyes. “Alright, open.” He said softly, presenting me with a carebear, which I didn’t even know existed anymore. The CareBear was green, and had a little four leaf clover on his belly. I smiled really big at this, realizing the clover and green because he was irish. “GOD Niall, you’re so strong,” I mocked in a high pitched voice, and I laced my arm around his bicep. He laughed sheepishly at this, “Just enjoy the damn bear, you are in fact the only girl I have ever done that for,” he commented, his voice beaming with pride. I started running, only to see Niall with a confused face and start running after me. I kept running on the pier all the way to the ferris wheel, where Niall joined me. His arms slinked around my waist, and resting his chin on my head. When our turn came we climbed into the cart, and the ride began to move forward. I layed my head on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around me, kissing my head. The ferris wheel came to a stop at the top. Niall moved his arm away from me, and scooted to the side of the cart to turn and look at me. He studied me up and down. “How do you feel about going to Ireland this weekend.” Asked, but sounded more like a demand. “What?” I replied, bewildered and not sure if he was serious. “My parent’s could send their jet here. And we could go just for the weekend, and stay till Sunday since you don’t have class on Friday.” He pulled me in close to his chest, his chest smelling of Abercrombie and fitch once again, as his large hand  reached over and pulled my thigh, so my whole body was closer to him. “I want you to go away with me.” He murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending all my nerves on fire. He proceeded to sprinkle my neck and collarbone with kisses and love bites. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I was also curious. Curious to finally get closer to him and try to solve what it was.
Niall’s POV.
I wasn’t planning on asking her to go to Ireland. But she shouldn’t have looked so fucking adorable and doing cute shit fucking with my feelings. But now that I’ve asked, I can’t back out. And Fear slowly started to creep into my thoughts and over me as I was terrified and picturing all the things that might go wrong and happen in Ireland if we run into the wrong people by accident. Avoiding them here with her  with me is bad enough. I struggled not to think what Liam would do to try to stop her from going if he finds out. I can’t keep him out of touch with her forever. I looked down at her, nuzzled to my chest. What have I gotten myself 

Frat Boy Niall part 4. 

Nialls POV:

"I watched her intently as she walked up to the door of the house. As she walked up the stairs, her long brown hair bounced slightly with her steps. Even from behind she was beautiful. I watched as she fiddled for her keys, then unlocked the large, white door. She turned, and glanced at me, which confirmed my last thought on her beauty. As I turned and opened my car door and slid in onto the black leather seats, I began to wonder if I was into deep, and that I needed to run while I still could. I didn’t want her to get hurt. I made the rule to never get close to any girl that it was far too dangerous, and I would forever hate myself if she got hurt. As I started speeding off into the moonlight which illuminated the road in front of me and reflected off the shiny hood of my car, i drove with a heavy heart, Worrying about the future and worring about Liam, who can’t keep his mouth shut and almost told her. My heart was aching for her. I don’t know what has come over me the past two days.  I have two options. Leave, or stay and do everything I can to protect her, even if its risking everything.

I slowly eased off the back of the door back to my feet, and I began to walk tirdy up the large staircase to my room. I opened the door and sat my keys on my dresser, closing the door behind me. I slid off the evenings outfit onto the floor, and slid a large old tshirt over my head, then proceeding to turn back my sheets and climb in. I stared in deep thought into the darkness of my room, the only light being the subtile glow of the moon between my closed blinds. The disappointment In Liam’s eyes flashed in my memory as I drifted off into unconsciousness feeling as if I had done something wrong.

I was jolted awake by the ear splitting pierce of the beeping from mu alarm. It was Monday morning, and I had class in an hour. I sluggishly carried my still half asleep self to the hallway, where I opened Miranda’s room door, to see her safe in her bed. I always did that, if we left a party or something at a different time just to make sure she made it home okay. It never crossed my mind what I’d actually so if I didn’t find her in there, and I wasn’t looking to find out. I then made my way to the bathroom, opening the cold wooden door and instantly shivering when the pads of my feet touched the cool tile. I then closed the door, locking it. I started the shower as I slowly started to strip my clothes off the same way before my shower yesterday, same thing, except so much had changed since then. I glanced at myself in the mirror, dark circles slowly beginning to form under my forest green eyes and letting my hair cascade down my shoulders as I stepped into the sweltering humidity of the shower.

As I sat slouched in my chair in English, my mind blocked out my professors high pitched voice that was going on and on about British literature and next weeks extra credit. My mind wandered aimlessly at thoughts of Niall, and why I hadn’t heard from him today. It also ventured over to Liam, who I hadn’t heard from either. Fuck. Was I really going to give up Liam for a guy who’s probably has no feelings for me and I barley know? I questioned myself. I’ve known Liam forever. And he had always been there for me. So I knew Liam would never skip out of my life. But after last night…my thoughts on that was beginning to change. I had never seen Liam so drunk before, and its still leaving me bothered. Still. I had no idea what it was about Niall. My mind flashed back to last night. All the things he said while high, him kissing me on the hood of his car, and the way his eyes trailed my body as I walked to the door. It was all so…intoxicating. I started to bite my lip as I thought about Niall. The bell ringing startled me, causing me to shoot up in my seat.

During the short walk to my car, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I reached back and slowly slid my phone out, trying not to drop it but also juggle it with my car keys, books, notebook, and my purse. It was from Niall. My eyes trailed across the words “be ready at 6.45 xx.” I heard it in his accent, just thinking about it made me smile to myself. which made me feel guilty about Liam. As I opened the sleek dark door handle of my car, I slowly lowered my books into the passenger side, then myself on to the almost-too-hot-to-sit on leather seats. I slightly lunged up, trying to escape the burn on the back of my bare thighs. As I drove back to the sorority house, I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was only 3. I plopped back on my bed and dozed off once again, waking up to Miranda, like the other morning, shaking my shoulder. “Can you stop doing that.” I grunted, looking up at her pissed off that this she felt was her only effective way of waking me up. I clicked the button on my phone to see that it was 5:45. I had just enough time to get ready. “What are you doing tonight?” Miranda asked, as I waltzed over to my closet and began pairing tops with bottoms. “No idea,” I replied my gaze never leaving the multiple tops I was flipping through. “Niall texted me saying be ready at 6:45.” I also added. Out of curiosity and before I could even process my thoughts to catch up with my mouth, I asked Miranda about Liam. “Have you heard anything or has Lauren said anything?” “Nothing, except that he wasn’t in class today. I assume he’s just hung over. You saw how drunk he was last night. It’s all going to be okay with Liam, you both have been through worse,” she encouraged. “Don’t let over thinking the situation ruin your night with Niall.” She commented, while laying a pair of light wash denim shorts on the bed, my gray vans, and a black vneck. I turned to look at her reassuringly, and I know she could see the worry in my eyes. “It’s going to be okay. Have fun tonight.” She said almost singing it as she danced out of my room leaving me to get changed.

It was 6:45 right on the dot when I heard a loud knock at my rooms door. Expecting it to be Miranda, I flung open the door to make an entrance in my outfit she had chosen arms flailing in the air and everything, only to see Niall; who got a big kick out of it. I felt my cheeks burn crimson and as he noticed my embarrassment he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Ready?” He asked, nodding my head I followed him out and down the tall staircase and out the big door. We walked down to his car, which was still running with the keys in it. We climbed in, and bucked our seatbelts. “Where are we going?” I asked curiously. He stayed quiet, ignoring me even though I know he heard me clear as day. I decided I’d give in to what he wanted and shut up and just let him take me wherever he had planned. We pulled onto the highway once again, and just like the past few times he has driven me, he was floored 80, but it felt so smooth you would have never guessed. He had on a plain white tshirt, jeans, and a solid white pair of supras, topped off with a gray zip up jacket, and his blue mavericks snapback. He must have been in deep thought, because as I watched him, he started biting his bottom lip. Which made my heart go crazy at the sight. I guess he saw me staring out of the corner of his eyes, because he took his eyes off the road for a second, to look at me, smirk, and cock his eyebrow up. I felt a smile creep across my face, his beauty being overwhelming and I couldn’t help myself. Niall exited off the highway, turning into a parking lot. I glanced up from my lap to see that we were at the Santa Monica Pier. Niall turned the key, and pulling it making the car go silent. He got out of the car, as I followed his moves. He walked over to me and laced his fingers in mine. This startled me, because I couldn’t imagine Niall holding ANYONES hand, much less my own. He must have saw the look on my face because he let out a small laugh, but not letting go as we walked down the pier to the ticket booth. Niall purchased a book of tickets, then we began to walk down the pier more, getting a better look at what it all had to offer. The air was warm, but the breeze was cool sending goosebumps up my arms. I shivered, which made Niall slide his jacket off, and offer it to me. I graciously accepted. Why was he acting so sweet and so normal? It’s like it wasn’t even Niall. Like it was a totally different person and I really couldn’t understand what was going on. Niall pulled me to a stop infront of a game booth, letting go of my hand to retrieve his wallet, and paying the small teenage boy who worked it. The game was to throw the baseball at the stack of milk bottles. I knew from experience that most of these games were rigged because one of the bottles was glued down. It was common sense. Cutting my thoughts off Niall threw a baseball sending the milk bottles crashing to the floor below. He pointed to one of the stuffed prizes. “Close your eyes.” Niall demanded. I obeyed, hands covering my eyes. “Alright, open.” He said softly, presenting me with a carebear, which I didn’t even know existed anymore. The CareBear was green, and had a little four leaf clover on his belly. I smiled really big at this, realizing the clover and green because he was irish. “GOD Niall, you’re so strong,” I mocked in a high pitched voice, and I laced my arm around his bicep. He laughed sheepishly at this, “Just enjoy the damn bear, you are in fact the only girl I have ever done that for,” he commented, his voice beaming with pride. I started running, only to see Niall with a confused face and start running after me. I kept running on the pier all the way to the ferris wheel, where Niall joined me. His arms slinked around my waist, and resting his chin on my head. When our turn came we climbed into the cart, and the ride began to move forward. I layed my head on his shoulder, and his arm wrapped around me, kissing my head. The ferris wheel came to a stop at the top. Niall moved his arm away from me, and scooted to the side of the cart to turn and look at me. He studied me up and down. “How do you feel about going to Ireland this weekend.” Asked, but sounded more like a demand. “What?” I replied, bewildered and not sure if he was serious. “My parent’s could send their jet here. And we could go just for the weekend, and stay till Sunday since you don’t have class on Friday.” He pulled me in close to his chest, his chest smelling of Abercrombie and fitch once again, as his large hand  reached over and pulled my thigh, so my whole body was closer to him. “I want you to go away with me.” He murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending all my nerves on fire. He proceeded to sprinkle my neck and collarbone with kisses and love bites. I knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I was also curious. Curious to finally get closer to him and try to solve what it was.

Niall’s POV.

I wasn’t planning on asking her to go to Ireland. But she shouldn’t have looked so fucking adorable and doing cute shit fucking with my feelings. But now that I’ve asked, I can’t back out. And Fear slowly started to creep into my thoughts and over me as I was terrified and picturing all the things that might go wrong and happen in Ireland if we run into the wrong people by accident. Avoiding them here with her  with me is bad enough. I struggled not to think what Liam would do to try to stop her from going if he finds out. I can’t keep him out of touch with her forever. I looked down at her, nuzzled to my chest. What have I gotten myself 

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