Troubles (Kissing The Devil)

“Why couldn’t you possibly tell me he sent you a fucking note telling you he wanted me?!” I yell once everybody is out of Niall’s house
He’s pale, well, paler than he uses to be. We’re not alone in the room. The boy with blue eyes and hazel hair is there at Niall’s command. He has orders to not leave the room, not that Niall could ever tame him.
He has this wicked sparkle in his eyes that it’s clearly rebelliousness! And I love it! Niall couldn’t control him even if he tried.
“I know you would react this way!” He says and I frown
“And?” I ask
“And I knew you would want to trade your life for his the moment I told you!” He said, suddenly his voice seeming stronger
“I don’t care! I’m going!” I said, turning around to storm out but a hand grabbed my arm and I couldn’t move.
The guy with blue eyes was holding my arm. Niall muttered an order and I widened my eyes.
“You can’t do this!” I say “You can’t!” I whine
“Sorry, but I can.” He gets up, the icy stare on his eyes again and I gulp.
He can and he will. The guy lets go of my arm and ‘hands’ me to Niall as I try to free myself. One of his muscular arms is wrapped around my waist and I freeze.
I gulp as his scent hits my nostrils and leaves me paralyzed. I swallow as his fingers grab the same place he always does when we’re… we’re kissing. And I need to lean against him or my knees will give in.
It’s amazing how vulnerable to him I am.
Niall practically carries me through the living room and up the stairs, his biceps standing out as he pushes and pulls me, and lifts me from the ground, just so I don’t have to do anything. We face his bedroom door and I squirm in his grip, whining softly.
He sighs and opens the door, gently pushing me inside and taking the key that was hanging on the keyhole.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!” I snap “It’s my brother!” I grunt
“I’ll get him back.” He says, walking towards me “I swear!” He promises and lifts my chin so I was now facing him.
And he leans down and sweetly tastes my lips. Ignoring the feeling that made me wanna squirm in his arms, I let a silent tear run down my cheek as I correspond. I’ll give up on trying to fight this.
“I’ll have him back tomorrow!” He said adoringly, pushing my bangs behind on my forehead and kissing it gently “Now rest, you’re way too stressed!”
I swallow as he turns around to leave and closes the door behind me. I hear the sound of the door being locked and I lay on bed, and I cry.
For a good half hour is all I do.
Then I get up and decide to explore, to see if he owns any paper and pen, so I can spend my time witting death threats if he doesn’t open the door. I was half through his wardrobe when the lock turned and the boy with green eyes and curly hair stepped inside the room.
He was holding a transparent bottle of glass, with some liquid of an amber color inside.
I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled, closing the door behind him.
“Hi, I’m Harry!” He says, snake bites digging in his skin as he smiles, showing me his dimples
“Thea!” I say
“I know!” He says, sitting in Niall’s bed.
I stand kneeled in front of the wardrobe, my cheeks still wet and my eyes swollen and red. I eye him, and that same friendly smile keeps on his face
“What are you doing here?” I ask, turning to keep searching for something.
“He keeps everything in that drawer!” He says and I squint my eyes, looking to the other side of the room to see the bedside table he was pointing at.
I move to it, opening the first drawer and grabbed the drawing block and a pen. I don’t turn to face him as I mutter:
“If he told you to come keep an eye on me, you can just leave!” My tone is nonchalant
“He doesn’t know I’m here!” He says and I frown, turning around to see the previously referred to bottle, extended to me.
I almost whimpered as I reached for it and drowned half of it by once. Take that Niall ‘Trouble’ Horan, I’m drinking your scotch. And I’m feeling a little bit happy with no apparent reason, too.
“Look, he doesn’t have the ability to boss you around okay?” Harry says, grabbing my face because I was probably swaying “You can make your own decisions!”
“I want to go get my brother!” I cry loudly and Harry smiles and grabs the drawing pad I was holding, scribbling something down.
“Then go get him!” He gets up from the bed but before he exits the room he says “Just don’t do something stupid Thea, he’s starting to care for you!” By the time he ended up that, there as only a sixth left in the bottle for me to drown onto “And we all want something to care for!”
He leaves and I get up after the sound of a door being locked doesn’t sound. I’m drunk, but I’m lucid enough to know what I want to do.
**
He laughs coldly, Jesse close behind him. My little brother quickly manages to run from the woman who’s holding him and hug my legs, hiding behind them, like a little girl can protect him from this gang of men who probably have guns up their butts.
“I just ca-came to take him back!” I sway
“Are you drunk Thea?” Jordan laughs and steps forward
“Don’t come close to me!” I threaten
Jordan’s lips twist as he looks at me. There’s defiance in his brown eyes, and his eyebrows are raising in his forehead as he daringly takes another step towards me.
“What will you do?!” He asks
“I won’t do anything, but Niall will!” I say
“Well!” He smiles maniacally “He isn’t here now is he?!”
Just as he says that and takes another step, we hear gunshots outside the door and I widen my eyes, pulling Jesse closer to my legs.
The front door slams open and right in the middle of it, with the sun on his back, is Niall. The only way I could distinguish him was because of his shaggy hair. He’s angry when he steps inside, all the other gang members following him.
Harry, I remember Harry. And Harry has an exquisite mark of a fist over his right eye. I feel like someone did the same to my stomach once I see Niall’s face. He isn’t looking at me, but I feel like he’s angry, and worried and he just doesn’t know why I did this to him.
Yeah, I feel guilty.
Jordan’s men stand up and face them, all with their hand son their belts and I’m afraid. I look back at Niall and he’s in front of me.
He’s protecting me and Jesse, putting himself in danger and just as the fire starts, I push Jesse towards Harry and wrap my arms around Niall’s chest, somehow trying to protect him from the mess I made coming here.
He grunts something like ‘Go back’ over the loud fire, but I just grasp his shirt and don’t let go, my nose burring on his white t-shirt. When the fire ceases, I open my eyes and see white and Niall turns and I notice the red on his cotton white t-shirt.
I’m bleeding.
“Thea!” I hear Jesse yell.
“It hurts!” I say surprised, running my fingers over the round shape on my arm, I lose strength once the adrenaline wears off, and fall into Niall’s arms.
I look over his shoulder, Jordan’s smirking, but something isn’t quite right with it.
I gulp and look up at Niall, his eyes soft as he brushes the hair from my face and then picks me up.
“I’m sorry!” I say and he shakes his head and shrugs “I can walk Niall!” I say, but I rest my head against his shoulder
“Yeah, you just took a bullet for me. I’ll take my chances!” He answers before he leans down and kisses me.

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