My bully's boyfriend
WTF
shiz ! i said i was going to update, but I didn't! IM SO SORRY ! If you see me, you can punch me, im so sorry. anyways, i hope you like this one, and tell me what you think. heheheeeee
"Hey bitch!" Said the fake blonde who I was face to face with.
"H-Hey, Hayley." I stuttered.
"Where's your little friend, not here to help you, huh?" She said, giggling with her friends that were standing on either side of her. I made a disgusted face at their high pitched giggles before walking away. After I took a few steps away from the group, I heard heels clicking against the ground, hard and fast. I turned around and was hit with something hard in the stomach. I hunched over in pain, before being slapped in the face by the person in front of me.
"You slut!" I yelled at the girl in front of me, trying to stand up straight. Oops.
"What did you say?" Another voice said, coming closer.
"N-nothing." I said, finally getting my grip together to stand up for myself in front of these useless, pieces of shit for once.
"Oh, so the bitch is gonna start lying now?!" Hayley scoffed. She came up to me, and slapped my cheek hard and pushed me to the ground. My head whipped to the side so fast, it made me dizzy and the fall... It killed me. I felt the pain in my bandaged hand, so when I fell on it, I automatically lifted my it, but deeply scratched my elbow as my hand left the ground. My eyes started to become teary, making my vision blurry and the feeling of my left hand was unbearable but, I'm not letting my tears fall just yet. I looked back at them, the two brunettes standing not far from their leader who was just seconds away of giving me another slap.
"You watch your mouth, you little slut." Hayley glared at me, then continuing with "You..." she said, with her finger pointing right at me, "Are gon-" she was cut off because I was being lifted by someone. And that someone was Niall.
My heart was beating fast. What was he doing here? Was he there that whole time? If he was, how long was he standing there? Was he there, letting Hayley torture me? All these questions were running through my head which made my head ache.
Before I could process what was happening, I was shoved into a car before the door slammed loudly, making my head even ache more.
"FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM HER." Niall yelled across to the girls that were stood there - well, more to Hayley. After that, he came over to the driver's side of the car and hopped in, turning on the ingition after slamming the door. He exited out the parking lot quite quickly.
I looked over to him, his gaze fixed onto the road in front of him. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gears to his left. While I was staring at him, he stole a quick glance my way and smirked, looking back to the road.
"What are you staring at?" he asked, the smirk still plastered on his face.
"Wha-Nothing. N-Nothing." I said quickly, tucking a strand behind my ear and looking down. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Was I blushing because he'd caught me staring at him?
I realized that the height of his car was different. "Your car."
"Yeah, what about it?" he shrugged.
"What happened to the range rover?" I asked. He frowned at my question.
"Felt like I needed a change. How's your hand?"
"It hurts. But my elbow hurts more." I said, looking over at it. Even though I was wearing a jumper, it managed to scrape through it and to my skin. He just kept quiet, looking out the window with an angry emotion. He's always angry when something happens to me. Then I remembered what he said the night before, that I was his. And I assume what was his, was his and will probably never get hurt. But in this case, I was always hurt.
"I'll take a look at it. Just stay here." he said, as he pulled into a petrol station. He turned off the car, and stepped out, closing the door after him. I watched him walk in, towards the cashier guy and talking to him for a short time before he followed the guy behind the counter to the other side of the store.
He came out and walked around to my side. He opened the door and motioned for me to give him my arm. Was he really going to help me here? At a petrol station?
"You know we can do this at my house." I said uneasily, looking at him. He didn't seem to budge, in fact he pulled my elbow closer to him, making my yelp. He pulled up the sleeve carefully, revealing the deep scratch. Just like he did with the wound on my hand, he opened the alcohol wipes and wiped the wound. After it was cleaned, he but a large band-aid on it, making sure it was stuck on properly.
He got up and walked away after finishing taking care of my elbow, depositing the rubbish into the rubbish can and returning back to the car. He got in, started the car and drove in the direction of my house.
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"Louise?" I called for my aunt as I entered the house.
"Yes?" she called back. I ran to the direction of her voice, she was in the kitchen.
"LOUISE!" I screamed and ran to her, hugging her from behind. I had miss my aunt while she was away.
"Ro-ooh." she said, surprised. "Hey Rosie, how you've been?" she said as I let her go so I could hug her properly.
"Good." I said, as she eyed my hand. She looked up at me and raised her eyebrow, silently asking what had happened to it.
"Some glass fell and I tripped picking up the pieces. But, uh, don't worry, Niall helped me with it." I said, pulling the sleeve over my hand.
She looked behind me. "Thank-you Niall. Don't know what would have happened if she left it to herself."
I looked behind me, seeing that Niall had helped himself to a seat at the dining table as he looked back at me. I turned back to Louise and told her that I was going to get changed.
I walked past him, and headed up the stairs. I walked to my room, closed my door, and got out of my clothes. I head to the toilet and notice there was something on my underwear.
You have got to be kidding me - I thought. I sighed, before finishing my business and slipping off the undergarments then moving into the shower, scrubbing myself all over. After washing my hair, I turned off the shower and walked out, heading to my closet and chose some lace undergarments, socks, sweatpants and a hoodie.
I walk downstairs and head to the lounge room. Only Niall was there, watching TV. Alone.
"Hey, where did Louise go?" I asked him as I sat down on the couch next to the one he was sitting on.
"She said she had to do some shopping." He said, taking a brief glance at me, before looking back to the TV. After a few minutes of sitting there, watching Jamie Oliver cook one of his dishes, Niall comes over and sits on top of me.
"OW!" I yelped out loud, but soon turned into a laugh. Niall laughed with me. "What. Are you doing?" I asked, as he made himself comfortable.
"Sitting." he says nonchalantly.
I didn't really feel uncomfortable while he was sitting on me.
After a few more minutes of silence, he turns to me, looking at me. I looked up at him and asked what was wrong.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Hey bitch!" Said the fake blonde who I was face to face with.
"H-Hey, Hayley." I stuttered.
"Where's your little friend, not here to help you, huh?" She said, giggling with her friends that were standing on either side of her. I made a disgusted face at their high pitched giggles before walking away. After I took a few steps away from the group, I heard heels clicking against the ground, hard and fast. I turned around and was hit with something hard in the stomach. I hunched over in pain, before being slapped in the face by the person in front of me.
"You slut!" I yelled at the girl in front of me, trying to stand up straight. Oops.
"What did you say?" Another voice said, coming closer.
"N-nothing." I said, finally getting my grip together to stand up for myself in front of these useless, pieces of shit for once.
"Oh, so the bitch is gonna start lying now?!" Hayley scoffed. She came up to me, and slapped my cheek hard and pushed me to the ground. My head whipped to the side so fast, it made me dizzy and the fall... It killed me. I felt the pain in my bandaged hand, so when I fell on it, I automatically lifted my it, but deeply scratched my elbow as my hand left the ground. My eyes started to become teary, making my vision blurry and the feeling of my left hand was unbearable but, I'm not letting my tears fall just yet. I looked back at them, the two brunettes standing not far from their leader who was just seconds away of giving me another slap.
"You watch your mouth, you little slut." Hayley glared at me, then continuing with "You..." she said, with her finger pointing right at me, "Are gon-" she was cut off because I was being lifted by someone. And that someone was Niall.
My heart was beating fast. What was he doing here? Was he there that whole time? If he was, how long was he standing there? Was he there, letting Hayley torture me? All these questions were running through my head which made my head ache.
Before I could process what was happening, I was shoved into a car before the door slammed loudly, making my head even ache more.
"FUCKING STAY AWAY FROM HER." Niall yelled across to the girls that were stood there - well, more to Hayley. After that, he came over to the driver's side of the car and hopped in, turning on the ingition after slamming the door. He exited out the parking lot quite quickly.
I looked over to him, his gaze fixed onto the road in front of him. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gears to his left. While I was staring at him, he stole a quick glance my way and smirked, looking back to the road.
"What are you staring at?" he asked, the smirk still plastered on his face.
"Wha-Nothing. N-Nothing." I said quickly, tucking a strand behind my ear and looking down. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Was I blushing because he'd caught me staring at him?
I realized that the height of his car was different. "Your car."
"Yeah, what about it?" he shrugged.
"What happened to the range rover?" I asked. He frowned at my question.
"Felt like I needed a change. How's your hand?"
"It hurts. But my elbow hurts more." I said, looking over at it. Even though I was wearing a jumper, it managed to scrape through it and to my skin. He just kept quiet, looking out the window with an angry emotion. He's always angry when something happens to me. Then I remembered what he said the night before, that I was his. And I assume what was his, was his and will probably never get hurt. But in this case, I was always hurt.
"I'll take a look at it. Just stay here." he said, as he pulled into a petrol station. He turned off the car, and stepped out, closing the door after him. I watched him walk in, towards the cashier guy and talking to him for a short time before he followed the guy behind the counter to the other side of the store.
He came out and walked around to my side. He opened the door and motioned for me to give him my arm. Was he really going to help me here? At a petrol station?
"You know we can do this at my house." I said uneasily, looking at him. He didn't seem to budge, in fact he pulled my elbow closer to him, making my yelp. He pulled up the sleeve carefully, revealing the deep scratch. Just like he did with the wound on my hand, he opened the alcohol wipes and wiped the wound. After it was cleaned, he but a large band-aid on it, making sure it was stuck on properly.
He got up and walked away after finishing taking care of my elbow, depositing the rubbish into the rubbish can and returning back to the car. He got in, started the car and drove in the direction of my house.
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"Louise?" I called for my aunt as I entered the house.
"Yes?" she called back. I ran to the direction of her voice, she was in the kitchen.
"LOUISE!" I screamed and ran to her, hugging her from behind. I had miss my aunt while she was away.
"Ro-ooh." she said, surprised. "Hey Rosie, how you've been?" she said as I let her go so I could hug her properly.
"Good." I said, as she eyed my hand. She looked up at me and raised her eyebrow, silently asking what had happened to it.
"Some glass fell and I tripped picking up the pieces. But, uh, don't worry, Niall helped me with it." I said, pulling the sleeve over my hand.
She looked behind me. "Thank-you Niall. Don't know what would have happened if she left it to herself."
I looked behind me, seeing that Niall had helped himself to a seat at the dining table as he looked back at me. I turned back to Louise and told her that I was going to get changed.
I walked past him, and headed up the stairs. I walked to my room, closed my door, and got out of my clothes. I head to the toilet and notice there was something on my underwear.
You have got to be kidding me - I thought. I sighed, before finishing my business and slipping off the undergarments then moving into the shower, scrubbing myself all over. After washing my hair, I turned off the shower and walked out, heading to my closet and chose some lace undergarments, socks, sweatpants and a hoodie.
I walk downstairs and head to the lounge room. Only Niall was there, watching TV. Alone.
"Hey, where did Louise go?" I asked him as I sat down on the couch next to the one he was sitting on.
"She said she had to do some shopping." He said, taking a brief glance at me, before looking back to the TV. After a few minutes of sitting there, watching Jamie Oliver cook one of his dishes, Niall comes over and sits on top of me.
"OW!" I yelped out loud, but soon turned into a laugh. Niall laughed with me. "What. Are you doing?" I asked, as he made himself comfortable.
"Sitting." he says nonchalantly.
I didn't really feel uncomfortable while he was sitting on me.
After a few more minutes of silence, he turns to me, looking at me. I looked up at him and asked what was wrong.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
Notes
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8/12/14