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Niall POV
I run a hand through my hair, trying to pull the light lilac strands back into their soft quiff.
I’m sure they’re just running behind. I click the home button on my iPhone and read the time. Okay… they’re only 45 minutes late…
That’s fine.
Twenty minutes later it’s not so fine and my roommate, Ashton, tells me that he’s coming to pick me up in ten minutes. I bite my lip, and sniffle a little, wondering if I should text Greg.
My brother, Greg Horan, had set up some kind of meeting between me and some guys from the fraternity he had been in. I didn’t really want to be in a fraternity, (especially not one where I’d just be labeled “Greg Horan’s brother”) but Greg had told me I needed to be more social. If I told him that his friends didn’t show up, he’d probably blame me and then set up another meeting were I’d get ditched again.
I decide not to tell him.
I adjust my oversized off-white sweater as I stand and grab my coffee cup. I inhale slowly and turn around, only to get the breath knocked out of me as a huge guy plows into me.
“Hey! Watch i-” A low, gruff voice begins but then almost immediately cuts off.
My face is contorted in a wince, ready to be yelled at and maybe then beaten into a speck of dust. But, when there’s nothing but silence, my eyes open in surprise.
“Well… isn’t he adorable?” Another, higher voice chimes in. A slightly shorter, light brown haired boy with blue eyes glides up next to the larger one, smiling brightly at me. “Hi there, sweetheart, is Liam here giving you any trouble?”
I stand up straighter and back away a little, shaking my head and making a point to not make eye contact with either of them. “Um, N-no. No, we’re totally good here.” I stutter and grip the ends of my sweater sleeves in my hands, slightly terrified.
The shorter one gasps. “Irish? Are you Greg’s brother?” He exclaims, gripping ‘Liam’s’ arm tightly and jumping up and down a little. I let out a shaky breath and try to nod at him, but I just continue to warily eye the larger one. The excited boy glares at ‘Liam’ and slaps his back lightly, “You scared the hell out of him, Li! Apologize.” He demands
My eyes widen and I’m quick to sputter, “No, that’s really not nece-“
“No, I’m sorry.” ‘Liam’ says genuinely, cutting me off and giving me an apologetic smile. “I usually try to not knock down cute boys. Especially not cute boys with the last name Horan.”
I look down, trying to hide my smile and the blush that’s creeping up my neck.
“Jesus.” I hear the light haired boy mutter, and a hand is thrust in front of me. “Well, my name is Louis, and this oaf is Liam. We’re the recruiters from Delta Lambda Phi, we knew your brother!” He grins at me in a way that makes me blush even harder.
“Um, Hi.” I say, waving my hand shortly, “M’name is Niall.” I say, feeling my accent thicken with my shyness.
“That’s a cute name.” Liam compliments, “And that accent. Jeez.”
Louis makes a noise that sounds like squeal and he pushes me to sit down at the table that I was just sat at, then moves to sit next to me as Liam sits across from me.
Louis leans in, a little too close to my face, as he asks, “So, Niall, you’re a first year, right?”
“Um,” I laugh nervously, checking my watch, “Well- yeah. I’m a freshman.”
“So that makes you, what, seventeen?” Liam asks. When I nod he chuckles. “Well Louis here is a senior, and I’m a junior. How’re you liking it here?”
I shrug, “It’s alright.” My shyness is almost painful at the moment. Plus, being surrounded on both sides by two hot guys who were complementing me wasn’t helping.
Liam nods, agreeing with me. “I understand. The weather can be a bit dreary, but once you get past this the city’s really quite beautiful.”
The weather was actually one of the only reasons I liked this place, but I don’t tell him that.
Louis interjects, “So, you want to join DLP?? Of course, any brother of Horan is a brother of ours…”
“Um, actually, I don’t really think the “Greek life” is for me. Greg just wanted me to make friends.” I dismiss, cutting him off before he can get to excited, shaking my head at them.
Liam and Louis share a look before Louis exclaims, “But Nialler!”
Nialler?
“-The Greek life is for everyone!” He continues, his voice getting louder. When I don’t respond, Louis continues. “Well you should at least come hang out with us at the house. I know the other guys will love meeting Greg’s little bro!”
I mentally sigh, knowing that this “friendship” would never work out (seeing as I was just “Greg’s little bro”), but I give him a shy smile anyway. “I’d love to, lads, but my roommate’s actually picking me up soon.”
“You can’t ditch him?” Liam asks. I bite my lip and shake my head, hoping I seem convincing. Just as I say that, Ashton’s car pulls up outside the shop.
“Yeah, I’ve actually got to go.” I say, gesturing to Ash’s car.
Louis raises an eyebrow then, looking suspicious, says, “Okay, then come over later. We’re having a huge party tonight! If you’re anything like Greg, you’ll love it, Nialler, DLP parties are the best!”
I’m nothing like Greg, but I don’t tell him that.
“I, um, I don’t have a car.” I try.
They share a look and stand up. “Okay then, it’s settled, we’ll pick you up later.” I open my mouth, trying to find another way out of it, but fail to think of anything. They smirk at me simultaneously, knowing that they’ve won.
“Let us walk you out.” Liam says, not giving me a choice as he throws an arm over my shoulder.
When we walk out, I stop them in front of Ash’s car and get out from under Liam’s arm. I get into the car quickly, trying to gesture silently to Ashton, telling him to drive away quickly.
“Wait, Ashton?” Liam calls, loud enough for Ashton to hear through the window.
Ashton’s head jerks up and he grins widely at them, rolling down his window and calling out, “Tommo! Li! How are you, mates?”
Louis returns Ashton’s large smile and leans in the window, right over me. “We’re good! Just finished talking to Nialler here about joining DLP.”
I nearly scoff out loud at that.
Ashton laughs loudly, “Well, lads, you’ll have to fight me for him. A right cutie we’ve got here.”
“Ash.” I groan, rubbing my face to hide my blush.
The boys all laugh. “Well Ash we’re having a party over at DLP tonight and we’re coming to pick him up. You should come with.” Liam suggests.
“Sounds sick, mate. How ‘bout I just bring Ni over in my car, save you the trouble.” Ashton offers, elbowing me a little bit.
Louis and Liam look at each other and shrug, “Sure.” Liam says, “But be sure to find us, Niall, as soon as you get there.”
Louis, Liam, and Ashton finish catching up soon after that.
As Ashton starts the car I call, “Um thanks,” not really sure what I was thanking them for.
Louis and Liam smile at me cockily and nod, “No problem, babe.” Liam says.
Louis calls over his shoulder as he and Liam walk away, “See you tonight!”
* * * *
“So, tell me once more how you got two of the roughest guys from one of the most popular frats in London to invite you to a party after minutes of knowing you?” Luke asks, lying on Ashton’s bed.
Luke was Ashton’s best friend. They came all the way from Australia to London for uni together and were basically inseparable since primary school. Luke lived across the hall from us, which meant he was never far away.
“Well, if anyone could do it, it would be Niall.” Ashton points out.
Luke nods his head in agreement.
“No. It’s because my brother probably asked them to hang out with his loser little brother who can’t make his own friends.” I say, groaning.
Luke gives me a sympathetic look, but scowls over at Ashton, “I just don’t want you guys hanging out with them.”
Ashton laughs, “Sorry, dad, but we’re still going.”
“Those guys are no good, Ashton.” Luke says, glaring at him. When Ashton laughs at that Luke sits up, glaring harder. “They’re dangerous, Ashton, you know that.”
My head whips towards Luke. “Wait, what? Dangerous?”
Ashton glowers at Luke before he looks at me and his gaze softens. “They won’t hurt you, Niall. Luke just means that certain people from DLP have done certain bad things before.”
“Like what?” I ask nervously. “Was my brother involved?” Ashton and Luke share uneasy looks. “I’m not a child, guys, you can tell me.”
Luke sighs, “It doesn’t matter, Ni, I just don’t think you should go to the party.”
“Please, you’re just butt-hurt cause’ you weren’t invited.” Ashton scoffs, and I understand that they think they’re tricking me into changing the subject.
I notice, but I decide not to tell them that.
“Niall doesn’t even want to go, Ash!” Luke complains.
“Well, Niall’s unsocial, we have to make him do some things.”
“Well, Niall is right here!” I say, standing up from my bed, a little angry.
Luke sits back on the bed finally noticing me, “You’re right, I’m sorry, Ni.” He apologizes, a guilty look on his face.
Ashton walks over so that he’s in front of the closet, “So, what should Niall wear tonight?”
* * * *
When Louis and Liam had said that the party was going to be huge, it was an understatement.
I could hear the electronic music pounding clearly from the outside lawn, where there were already tons of people strewn about.
I began to back up and make my way back to the car, but then Ashton was gripping my arm and dragging me forward into the house, completely against my will. I stumbled into the door Ashton pushed me through, and was immediately stunned by the amount of people that were stuffed in the medium-sized fraternity house. Through an archway in the back I could see a darker room, where neon lights were flashing through. Next to that there was a throng of people stumbling their way up the stairs, each of them with obvious intentions to make it to a bedroom with their partner. There were people on the couch, all either smoking something, drinking alcohol, or making out with the nearest person. I gave a nervous look back towards Ashton, only to find that he wasn’t there.
Great.
There was no way that I would be able to find Ashton now, let alone Liam or Louis, who were my only real ties to anybody in this house. Suddenly, I was pushed forward again by a random person, which started me off on my way of shoving past others, trying to make it to an emptier space.
I finally made my way to the back, through the archway where the music was coming from. There was a bar-like set up along one side while the other half was being used as some type of dance floor. From what I could see the dancing was nothing more than various renditions of grinding and jumping. I finally make it to the quieter and emptier area of the bar, and grip the table in my hands tightly, trying to calm myself down.
It’s alright.
It’s alright.
I feel someone’s hand on my back and I swing around, hand ready to karate chop any perverts in the vicinity.
“Woah, woah, Niall. Calm down.” Liam laughs heartily.
I let out a sigh of relief, “Sorry, I just… I thought you were…”
Liam interrupts me with a low chuckle, “Some drunk creep, I understand.” He leans a little closer to me. He hasn’t yet removed his hand from my back and I can feel him pulling me closer to him.
“Um.” I muter, trying to back up a little, but Liam continues to smile at me innocently.
“So, Ni-“ Liam cuts off abruptly, looking at something over my shoulder. I crane my neck to see what he’s looking at and I’m instantly drawn to the tall, brooding man who’s glaring at Liam from the other side of the room. The second I make eye contact with the man, Liam releases me. “Shite.” He whispers, almost violently, and he shoves away from the bar, basically running from the room.
I stand at the bar, a little shell-shocked for a moment. When Liam’s completely cleared the room, I turn back around to meet the tall man’s gaze again. Now he was stood a little more in the light and I tried to hide my gasp. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was even taller than I had originally thought, looking ridiculously attractive with a smirk on his face and a crazy mess of brown hair on his head. He had on a red flannel paired with destroyed black skinny jeans and biker boots and I know right away that this is the type of boy I should stay away from. His eyes are relaxed, staring hungrily at something with obvious lust in his eyes.
His dark and dangerous aura is striking and I immediately want to look away, but his gaze holds mine. He slowly mouths the words, “Come here.” And I look around and behind me to see who he’s talking to, but there’s no one else paying attention. When I look back at him, he’s smirking, a glint of humor dashing through his eyes. “Yeah, you.” He mouths, and I’m pretty sure he means me. I uncomfortably smile at him and with a shake of my head, turn away from him, hoping that he would move onto his next target.
My panic was still at a medium as I conveyed the absolutely packed frat house, not seeing anyone I knew in the near vicinity. I was about to move from my place at the bar, but an arm around the front of my waist and breath against my neck stops me. “I thought I told you to come over.” A slow, husky voice whispers in my ear. I physically shudder and try to turn around (even though I already know who it is), but the arm against my waist keeps me in place. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He asks, lips against my ear.
His hands begin to creep below my belt and I whimper, “N-Niall.”
I’m suddenly turned around in the tall strangers arms and am met face to face with the gorgeous, intimidating man. Danger practically radiated from him, everything about him warning me away. “Hi Niall.” He said, a vicious smile on his perfect face, he leaned in closely, pushing his nose into my cheek and inhaling slowly, “You’re mine now.”
I gasp lowly as I look into his green eyes, my head tilted at an uncomfortable angle because of his height. “W-what?” I stutter once more.
Harry chuckles lowly. “You’re mine.” He repeats, his voice lowering into a growl as he pushed me against the bar so that I was trapped between him and the hard wood.
“I d-don’t understand?” I say fearfully as he pushes the hair that’s falling onto my forehead back into its soft quiff.
He pushes his forehead against mine, warm breath fanning over my face, “Let me see if I can explain.” His low voice rasps.
He nips playfully at my ear first, before trailing down my neck and finding my soft spot within seconds. I whine as he begins sucking and biting my neck, making a bruise that wouldn’t be easy to hide with a sweater. He continued to explore my struggling body with his hands as he marked me, going from tugging on my soft hair to gripping my ass in record speeds.
Moments later, I had given up trying to get away, letting him dominate me as I helplessly moaned at his attack on my neck. He pulls away then, a satisfied look on his face. “There. Now everyone will know that you belong to me.” He smirks down at me, my mouth dropping open in surprise. He laughs lightly at my face and nuzzles my new hickey, “Do you understand now, love?” When I don’t answer immediately, the man (who’s name I still didn’t know) pulls me closer to him, “Come on, princess, I won’t bite… at least not until this one heals up a little bit.” He says, brushing his hand over the painful patch on my neck.
“I- I don’t.” I sputter, wondering why I can’t speak clearly tonight.
The stranger rolls his eyes, “I want you.” He says simply. “It’s honestly not that hard to comprehend.”
My eyes are bugged out, my breaths heaving in fear and anticipation, “Why m-me?”
“It’s obvious isn’t it?” He asks incredulously. “Look at you. You’re innocent and… well, you were untouched.” He smirks touching my newly acquired hickey once more, “Until now.”
“Innocent?” I ask, scrunching my nose. I wasn’t innocent.
He narrows his eyes, “You’re doing it right now.” He says, poking the crease between my eyebrows. “It’s that ridiculously cute hair and the big jumper and you’re just so pure.” He growls fervently, “And I want to ruin you.”
I shiver in his arms, my entire body telling me to let him.
He drops his head down to my neck again, brushing his lips from my collarbone to my ear, whispering, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“N-no.” I say, hating how unsure and nervous I sounded.
He laughed melodically, “You sure about that, love? Cause to me, it certainly feels like-“
“Niall!” I gasp in relief as the man’s head jerks from my neck to glare at whoever was interrupting us. It’s Ashton, Liam, and Louis.
“Ash.” I say, my voice raspy and surprised. I attempt to shove my way out of the stranger’s arms, but he just raises an eyebrow at me. He turns so that we’re both facing Ashton, his arm still tight around my waist. I see all of their eyes go straight to the large bruise on my neck and Louis stifles a gasp.
“Styles, we didn’t know you were back.” Louis says tightly, looking angry and worried all at once.
‘Styles’ scoffs. “I know, I guess that’s why Liam thought he could infringe on my territory.” The man holding me gives a fake smile to the boys. “But I’m sure it won’t happen again, right Liam?”
Liam’s head drops at that, “Right.” He mutters.
“Well, I think I’ve staked my claim well enough, don’t you agree, my little Nialler?” He asks, a bit mockingly. I nod my head silently, praying that he’ll just leave me alone now.
He smirks at me and suddenly grabs my phone from my jeans pocket. I gasp a little, “hey-“ He hands me my phone back before I can even finish protesting.
He grabs my face in both of his calloused hands and pulls it up. “I’m Harry, by the way.” He says lowly as he begins to bite at my jaw. He only does this for a minute before continuing and running his nose down my throat and biting at my sore bruise. I whimper a little, torn between pushing him away and pushing his head back into my neck. He then detaches himself from me efficiently and quickly, briskly walking away throwing back a, “See you tomorrow, love.” to me. He then stops unexpectedly at the doorway saying, “Oh and Ashton, I trust that you’ll be careful with my things, yeah? Get him home safe and sound for me.”