Addicted|n.h.|

Everything was going just as she’d planned. Things were going smoothly in their relationship and Kelsa was nowhere to be seen ever since they declared that they were officially dating. Nothing could wrong. Or could it?
The last time Ashley had spoken to Niall, everything was alright. But now that she tried reaching him, the call kept going to voicemail. The one thing she hated most was when he didn’t take her calls. He’d promised that he’d be there to pick her up by 6:00 pm. And it was already going to be 7:00 pm. Ashley tried to remember the last time she’d talked to Niall.
He’d promised, he’d said that he’d definitely pick her up and that there would be no delays this time. Well, she’d taken his word for it and now she was regretting it. she came up with ready explanations on his behalf as to why he was late. But she didn’t know the real reason.
She was getting tired of waiting for him and now nothing was going to change her mind as she took off her heels and her purse, leaving them stranded by the door. She walked clumsily over to her bed and flopped down, bouncing slightly. Her hair was going to be mess now and she didn’t care about it. she’d dressed up for him. For them.
That’s what mattered to her. She didn’t care about anything else. Tonight, was going to be the night he would officially propose to her and she would say yes. In other situations, she would’ve brushed it off, but somewhere deep inside her heart of hearts, she had a little more than something for Niall. She knew it and he knew it. and there was no denying it.
She turned to her side and drifted off to sleep, not wanting to think about the whole dinner and what could’ve been. It was late at night maybe, when the door to her bedroom opened and in stumbled someone. Ashley’s eyes opened wide and she turned her head with a jerk. There he was standing in the doorway, drunk as fuck. She couldn’t be angrier than she was right now.
How could he have done this?
She got out of bed as Niall clumsily made his way towards her.
“Hey beautiful.” He said, clinging onto her like dear life.
“Shut up, you asshole.” Ashley shout-whispered at him. For the past couple of weeks, Sarah’d been sleeping over at her boyfriend’s dorm room which gave Ashley the entire dorm room of theirs.
“You don’t need to be rude baby.” He said as he leaned in for a kiss.
“You ain’t getting one.” She said and pushed him down on the bed.
“Why? ‘cause I’m sure I’m getting some tonight.” Niall continued, his speech slurring.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ashley asked, trying to keep her cool.
“Why baby? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked, making an innocent face.
She wanted to punch that face in the wall.
“what’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Ashley almost shrieked. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Today we had our date and instead of picking me up, you went out to drink. and the answer to your last question, no, you didn’t do anything. That’s the problem. Niall, how could you have forgotten? Today? Tonight? Why the fuck are you smiling?” she asked, frustrated. At him and herself. That she’d fallen hopelessly in love with this adorable leprechaun.
“’Cause you look adorable when you’re angry.” He pulled at his tie. “Don’t you think it’s getting hot in here?” and clumsily he removed his jacket, throwing it on the floor followed by his shirt and pants.
“Fuck you.” Ashley replied, trying to find the right words.
“Please do.” He said and pulled her in, her body pressed hard against his. She could smell the alcohol in his breath as it hit her face. “I want to feel you. Feel you tight against-“
“Shh, Niall.” she said and put a finger on his lips.
She bent down and kissed him-hard with want and hunger. But she wasn’t going to have sex with him and lose her virginity to her drunk boyfriend who wasn’t going to remember it the next day.
His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as he grinded himself against her. She could feel his hardness against her stomach and maybe, just maybe, she too wanted to do it. it would be a rash decision and she didn’t want it to be a in-the-heat kind of a moment. She wanted him remember and wanted herself to remember.
“Niall.” she breathed as she pulled away.
“yes, princess?” he said, his eyes closed but his lips moving. She knew that it wouldn’t be long before he slipped away from her.From the reality.
“Go off to sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long, boring, and one helluva hangover day.” She said and got off him, straightening her dress.
It wasn’t long before Niall fell asleep, his lips parted as he breathed. She placed her blanket on top of him and stripped out of her own dress before slipping in next to him. Maybe tomorrow she’d make him suffer like he made her.

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