My bully's boyfriend
Alone
My aunt left and now it was just Niall and I at my place. Alone.
"So, you feeling any better? Want me to make you anything?" Niall asked as I sat on the couch and flipped on the television.
"Why are you being so nice? To me?" I asked, curiously.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" he said, annoyance present in his tone.
'Nothing, I'm not hungry." I said quickly. returning my attention back to the T.V.. I heard him walk away and opening up the fridge in the kitchen.
Being the curious person I am, I stood up and followed him to where he was. When I saw him, I didn't realize that he was shirtless. "What are you doing?" I asked as he pulled out a bag of carrots and potatoes.
"Making soup." he said in a tone that mde him sound like he didn't care.
"I told you, I'm not hungry." I said.
"I know, but, I'm hungry. You can have some when you are." he said confidently, bending down to the bottom cupboard to look for a pot. I didn't realize that I was staring at his back as his loud chuckle made me come back to reality. "Like what you see?" he said, still looking for a pot for his soup.
Shit.
I was getting hot under the collar (Okay, maybe not because I'm wearing a singlet, but I'm getting hotter and hotter by the second). I awkwardly coughed and left the kitchen. I head upstairs into my room and locked the door to get changed. I had a quick shower before I changed into another pair of sweatpants and a jumper that says "AWESOME" on it. I dried my hair and headed back downstairs and saw Niall watching a soccer game.
"FUCK! COME ON!" he shouts at the TV, sitting at the edge of his seat.
"You're very interested in this game, you just turned it 10 minutes ago." I said, leaning against the hallway frame. He seemed to ignore me and continued to watch the game. I head to the kitchen to see what he was cooking. He eventually found a pot, I see sitting on one of the elements on the stove. I examine the kitchen and see that he's left his potato and carrot peelings all over the cutting board. I wanted to see what was in the pot, so I lifted the lid to it and instantly got burnt by the heatness that was on the lid. The lid slammed against the pot, falling back on it perfectly.
"SHIT!" I cussed out. I held my hand, hoping the stinging would go away. In a few seconds, Niall came running into the kitchen.
"What happened?" he nearly yelled, looking at my hand I was clasping in my other one.
"N-nothing.' I said, trying to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm with a strong grip.
"Let me go." I said breaking free from his grip. But I didn't get far before he grabbed me again.
"Tell me." he gritted through his teeth, grabbing my burnt hand, looking over my hand. "Did you burn yourself?" he asked in a harsh voice, his accent clear in his voice.
"Y-yes." I stuttered. "Just let me put it under cold water, I can handle it." I said, pulling away but failing.
"I'm not letting you go. Why? Because, first, you're sick, Louise asked me to look after you. Second, you just burnt yourself. It's clear that you can't go somewhere without doing something to yourself." he said, taking me to the sink.
"It's not that bad, it's just red. The burn will go down soon." I pointed out, looking at my red hand.
"I. Don't. Care. End of story." After this, he turned on the cold water which made me flinch. He snickered at me but kept the water running on my hand until I told him I couldn't feel the stinging anymore. He took my hand out from under the water and dried it with the hand towel.
After he had finished nursing me, he turned to the pot and opened the lid with the oven mitten. Smart. I mentally face palm myself for not using the mitten. "You're smart." he said sarcastically as he stirred his soup.
"Thanks," I replied.
"No worries," he smirked.
"What type of soup you cooking?" I asked, rocking back and fourth on my heels.
"Chicken." he said as he closed the pot. "Just let it sit there for a while, just don't...touch it." he said and walked off back to the living room. I'm dumb sometimes, or I just don't use my head properly, only in school. I got tired of standing, so I went and sat at the dinner table. I was bored. I don't really stay off school often. Actually never. NO! I'm going to have to ruin my perfect attendance record. Argh! If only Niall didn't take me to the carnival yesterday.
Suddenly, my nose started running. It's like liquid boogers that want to race out of your nose. I smile at the statement I made about my runny nose and grab a tissue from the tissue box that wasn't far from where I was sitting. I'm so stupid in things like these but I'm fine in school and grades.
Feeling myself heat up, I head back upstairs and into my bedroom. I plop onto my bed, hoping not be woken up for a while.
"So, you feeling any better? Want me to make you anything?" Niall asked as I sat on the couch and flipped on the television.
"Why are you being so nice? To me?" I asked, curiously.
"Why do you ask so many questions?" he said, annoyance present in his tone.
'Nothing, I'm not hungry." I said quickly. returning my attention back to the T.V.. I heard him walk away and opening up the fridge in the kitchen.
Being the curious person I am, I stood up and followed him to where he was. When I saw him, I didn't realize that he was shirtless. "What are you doing?" I asked as he pulled out a bag of carrots and potatoes.
"Making soup." he said in a tone that mde him sound like he didn't care.
"I told you, I'm not hungry." I said.
"I know, but, I'm hungry. You can have some when you are." he said confidently, bending down to the bottom cupboard to look for a pot. I didn't realize that I was staring at his back as his loud chuckle made me come back to reality. "Like what you see?" he said, still looking for a pot for his soup.
Shit.
I was getting hot under the collar (Okay, maybe not because I'm wearing a singlet, but I'm getting hotter and hotter by the second). I awkwardly coughed and left the kitchen. I head upstairs into my room and locked the door to get changed. I had a quick shower before I changed into another pair of sweatpants and a jumper that says "AWESOME" on it. I dried my hair and headed back downstairs and saw Niall watching a soccer game.
"FUCK! COME ON!" he shouts at the TV, sitting at the edge of his seat.
"You're very interested in this game, you just turned it 10 minutes ago." I said, leaning against the hallway frame. He seemed to ignore me and continued to watch the game. I head to the kitchen to see what he was cooking. He eventually found a pot, I see sitting on one of the elements on the stove. I examine the kitchen and see that he's left his potato and carrot peelings all over the cutting board. I wanted to see what was in the pot, so I lifted the lid to it and instantly got burnt by the heatness that was on the lid. The lid slammed against the pot, falling back on it perfectly.
"SHIT!" I cussed out. I held my hand, hoping the stinging would go away. In a few seconds, Niall came running into the kitchen.
"What happened?" he nearly yelled, looking at my hand I was clasping in my other one.
"N-nothing.' I said, trying to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm with a strong grip.
"Let me go." I said breaking free from his grip. But I didn't get far before he grabbed me again.
"Tell me." he gritted through his teeth, grabbing my burnt hand, looking over my hand. "Did you burn yourself?" he asked in a harsh voice, his accent clear in his voice.
"Y-yes." I stuttered. "Just let me put it under cold water, I can handle it." I said, pulling away but failing.
"I'm not letting you go. Why? Because, first, you're sick, Louise asked me to look after you. Second, you just burnt yourself. It's clear that you can't go somewhere without doing something to yourself." he said, taking me to the sink.
"It's not that bad, it's just red. The burn will go down soon." I pointed out, looking at my red hand.
"I. Don't. Care. End of story." After this, he turned on the cold water which made me flinch. He snickered at me but kept the water running on my hand until I told him I couldn't feel the stinging anymore. He took my hand out from under the water and dried it with the hand towel.
After he had finished nursing me, he turned to the pot and opened the lid with the oven mitten. Smart. I mentally face palm myself for not using the mitten. "You're smart." he said sarcastically as he stirred his soup.
"Thanks," I replied.
"No worries," he smirked.
"What type of soup you cooking?" I asked, rocking back and fourth on my heels.
"Chicken." he said as he closed the pot. "Just let it sit there for a while, just don't...touch it." he said and walked off back to the living room. I'm dumb sometimes, or I just don't use my head properly, only in school. I got tired of standing, so I went and sat at the dinner table. I was bored. I don't really stay off school often. Actually never. NO! I'm going to have to ruin my perfect attendance record. Argh! If only Niall didn't take me to the carnival yesterday.
Suddenly, my nose started running. It's like liquid boogers that want to race out of your nose. I smile at the statement I made about my runny nose and grab a tissue from the tissue box that wasn't far from where I was sitting. I'm so stupid in things like these but I'm fine in school and grades.
Feeling myself heat up, I head back upstairs and into my bedroom. I plop onto my bed, hoping not be woken up for a while.
Notes
another chapter ;)im happy.
i'm doing my health assignment, and im sneaking an update in between..
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goodnight and i hope to update again tomorrow :)
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8/12/14