Southern Belle

It was a staple of every weekend for me to go out drinking with my buddies. One of them would suggest a place and the rest of us would follow. This particular weekend was no exception despite the big argument I had with my parents earlier in the day. My father, a wealthy cattle ranch owner, felt I was wasting away my time. He felt that I should be more invested in the cattle ranch business as I would be the heir of the Horan Ranch. The constant reminder that the weight of the Horan Ranch would fall on my shoulders made me loathe this place more.

I threw on my usual jeans and button down to head downstairs. I was hoping my parents were already in bed but by the sound of the TV coming up the stairs, that was not the case. I tried to rush down the stairs trying to make it out unnoticed but no such luck.

"Niall, where you going?" My dad's husky voice filled the room.
"The movies. With Regan." I lied. Truth is I ditched my girlfriend, Regan, to drink with the boys. My parents absolutely loved her so I knew they wouldn't oppose to me going out with her.
"Niall, you know you have duties early tomorrow. You have to help Roger roll out the pastures for the cattle." My dad reminded me making me roll my eyes.
"I'll be there, ok?" And without another word I reached for the doorknob and left.

I expected my dad to blast through the door to keep lecturing me but was happy to make it to my truck without further explanation. I gave no fucks about this ranch and only stay because I have everything I could ever want including my trusty black 4 door pick-up.

I backed up from the garage and headed down the long road that led up to our house. Off to the sides all of my father's animals roamed freely. It was a scene many would find beautiful maybe even relaxing. I, on the other hand, loathed it. The less time I spent at the Horan Ranch the better.

"There's Nialler! Get your arse over here!" Jake yelled from the table the lads occupied at our usual bar. I made my way towards them and saw I had a pint all ready for me.
"This better be ice cold." I said as I took a large gulp of it. Aside from women, beer was my biggest vice.

The night was filled with lots of loud laughter from the lads and plenty of pints to go around. The conversations between the bunch revolved around women and sports and it could go on all night. As the alcohol began to infiltrate my system the more relaxed I felt.

Everything was going great until a familiar laughter reached my ears from somewhere around the bar. I left the others in conversation and stood up from my seat, stumbling a bit, in search of the laughter. There she was. Regan at a table with her friends and other men. I can't say that I was the best boyfriend to Regan. I had cheated on her before, maybe I was even close to being emotionally abusive, but she had stood by me forgiving me time after time. Never had she gone out to a bar without me and now there she sat laughing probably at a lame joke some chav just said.

"Regan what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked loudly as I approached their table.
"Niall... I... I just..." Regan stumbled on her words which made her seem guilty as fuck.
"You fucking what? Who are these cunts?" I motioned with my chin to the men accompanying her and her friends.
"Hey, watch it you dick!" One of the men stood up and took a threatening stance. I didn't give two fucks about it.
"Sit the fuck down, cunt!" I lashed back making him even more furious and march towards me with a scowl ready for confrontation.

Before he could even lay hands on me, Regan got in the way to protect me with her small body. This made the guy not go any further.

"Please! Just stop, both of you!" Regan cried out, "You're clearly drunk. Let's go, Niall." She directed at me before pushing me towards the door as me and the cunt at the table exchanged challenging looks. He should consider himself lucky that Regan got in the way.
"Who the hell was that cunt?!" I demanded from Regan once we reached the outside of the bar.
"No one. Just some friends of the girls..." she assured me coming closer to me.
"Why are you here, Regan? Since when do you show up to bars without me and with strange men nonetheless!" I asked getting agitated again just thinking about it.
"Niall Horan, are you JEALOUS right now?" She asked with a playful smile on her face.

It's not that I was jealous. I just hated being taken advantage of and lied to. I figured if she thought I was jealous I could make this work to my favor so i lied. What she doesn't know wont hurt her.

"Yes. You're mine. Only mine." I told her grabbing her hips and pulling our crotches closer. Her instant look of mischief let me know that she was getting the hint.
"Of course I'm yours, baby. Always yours." She said wrapping her hands around my neck and pushing me against the hard, cold brick wall of the bar. Her lips surely followed and pressed themselves against my own.
"Let's get out of here..." I stated after the deep kiss she had just given me.

Without another word we walked to my truck and got in. Regan insisted on driving because she claimed I was drunk. I refused because I felt completely capable of driving and no one besides me can drive my truck anyway. We headed to my family's ranch as the main house had a guest house which I mainly used for my hookups since no one would bother us there.

The streets going out from the city to the rural area, where the ranch was located, were nearly empty. Once facing the dark roads did I began to feel the effects of the beer. Regan's constant provocative gestures weren't helping me stay on my side of the road either. Luckily there wasn't a chance to run into a cop in those rural backroads. That's the reson she decided to unbuckle her seat belt and climb over the center console to begin kissing my neck.

Regan was very distracting with her constant palming against the hard on in my jeans and constant sucking and licking against the sensitive skin of my neck. The roads began to get darker and the harder I found it to concentrate. My eyes were closing for moments longer than they should making me wind in and out of my lane.

I closed my eyes for a second and suddenly I realized I was headed straight for a tree. I immediately turned the wheel to avoid the collision but ended up over correcting and spun the truck a few times before crashing into a large ditch and banging my head on the steering wheel. The whole thing felt like a blur as I touched my sore forehead and realized I was bleeding down my face. The impact to my head was so strong that my mind was barely processing what was happening. The last thing I remember was looking to my side and seeing a dead looking Regan just as bloodied up as me, her head against the windshield.

Notes

Hi, readers! It is I, MelissaStylesInStyle, writing the first chapter of the new (and first!) collaboration with my friend xXFluffy_GruXx! She should have our second chapter ready soon. I hope y'all read, vote, and subscribe! It would mean a lot to us if we got as much love on this story as we do on our solo work. :)

So, we have met one of our main characters which is Niall. What do y'all think of Niall? How do you see him throughout the story?