I hoped that Niall got that the paper was important. I had written out every detail he would need. Now all that was left to persuade Taylor that I wouldn’t leave him, so he’d give me the antidote and I could rip his head off. “You ok baby?” “Really Taylor, you shoot me, poison me and beat the crap out of me, yet you still ask if I’m ok. How do you THINK I am?” “Right, well, I’ll fix that soon enough.” I hope so, jerk. “But first, you have to prove you still belong to me.” Crap, ok, lie detectors believe what we do, all I have to do is make myself believe that I still love Taylor. “Go for it.” “Ok, do you love me still?” I thought about how happy Taylor and I had been a long time ago. “Yes, I do.” No shock. “What about Niall?” “I have feelings for him.” No shock. “Ok. I’m convinced. Now come give your babe a kiss.” He said unhooking the detector. I leaned over and just imagined Niall, silently pleading for him to forgive me. Our lips moved in sync as he laid me on the couch and slid his hand up my shirt. “Tay, can we wait, please? I’m still sore from fighting.” “Fine, but to get the antidote, you’re going to let me screw you.” Screw me, ugh, repulsive jerk. “Of course baby, you know you make me feel good.” I purred, vomiting in my mouth. “Better than that stupid blonde?” No, of course not! “Yes, you’re the only one who makes me feel good.” This is repulsive and disgusting, please hurry Niall.