We walked out of the church and I hoped Elisha wouldn't take too long. I sat on the church stairs; Niall couldn't hurt me in front of all these people. I held my arms, they hurt more than I thought they would. Every time I moved them they ached. I wanted to take my cardigan off and show the world what he had done but I couldn't. He sat down next to me.

"Go away." I said before he had the chance to say anything.

"We need to talk about last night." I stayed where I was, not showing him any sort of emotion. "Look, I didn't mean to grab you that hard. I just, I like you." I looked at the sky. He liked me?

"You have a funny way of showing it. I'm not going to be able to show my arms for weeks and I have work. It gets hot in there and I won't be able to take off my jacket." He snickered,

"I'm sure you have plenty of makeup."

"I don't know why you think this is funny. You bruised my arms, you made me say things I would never ever want to say and now you think it's funny? What kind of human being does that? I really wish someone would put you in your place. If my brother found out about--" He grabbed my wrist, another bruise for tomorrow. I looked at my wrist and then at him. "Go ahead, keep squeezing." I laughed as he let go,

"Don't you say a word to anyone about this." He didn't look angry, he looked desperate again. He turned away and Elisha came bouncing over to us.

"Hi guys! Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go." Niall stood up and walked to the car as El and I talked.

When El dropped me off I thanked her and ran inside, almost hoping my wrist had a bruise on it. I took off my cardigan....no such luck. If I had the bruise I could definitely show El. It was so small it wouldn't be a big deal. She'd yell at him and then maybe he'd stay away. Someone knocked on my door as I changed into some sweats. It was a good day for a jog. "Come in."

"Hello Ada." I couldn't breathe but I hid it as I took my earrings out.

"Who let you in?" I stayed calmly.

"Liam. He said I could come in as he left for Zac's house." I glared at him.

"It's Zayn."

He stood behind me as I struggled while taking off my necklace. He brushed my hair to the side and did it for me. I looked into the mirror, looking at his reflection. What was up with him? He looked so fragile yet so mean when he spoke. He set my pearls down on the dresser in front of me and placed my hair back where it was.

"I think you should cut your hair shorter. I can get to your neck easier that way." What did that even mean? And then he kissed my neck. I felt chills on my arm but I didn't move. He slid his hands down my arms and rubbed the spots where he had bruised my skin. Was this his way of saying sorry? I had kissed boys before so why was I so freaked out when he kissed me?

He moved his hands down further and wrapped them around my waist. I moved my neck around, giving him more access. I closed my eyes, letting him feel my body from behind me. I turned around quickly, realizing this wasn't like the dream I had the night before--this was real life. I pushed him away,

"What the hell do you think your doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You liked it." He didn't smile, he just wanted more.

"You need to leave. Now." He didn't budge, he only came closer. He cupped my face into his palms and kissed me on the lips. I didn't kiss him back. I tried to move but he held me tightly. Pulling me closer until I could feel his, you know, his...man parts. I like it though, I really do. I kissed him back and he picked me up carrying me to my bed. My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and I ran my hands through his blonde hair. I didn't want him to slam me against my bed, my back already hurt from when he slammed me against the wall. I clenched, hoping he wouldn't. When he didn't I loosened up. He gently laid me down as if he was a completely different person. When he touched me, of course in a loving way, he touched me soft and tenderly. What was I doing? I pushed him away again.

"Stop! I'm serious now. Please stop." He kissed my neck and kept going down to my chest and then to my breasts. "I'll scream if you don't get off of me right now!" He didn't move, he just continued. He began unbuttoning my shirt until he could see my bra.

"Lace is so sexy. You're so sexy." He laughed and his warm breath gave me more chills.

"Get off Niall! I kicked. I knew what I'd have to say. I whispered harshly "Get the fuck off of me now you disgusting pig!" He sat up, straddling me. He smiled and buttoned my shirt.

"You're too cute." He got off of me and I laid there in confusion. "I'll see you later Ada."

And he was off.