When I wake up in the morning Niall is gone. There's a note on my door saying he'll be back later.
It's strange, but with him gone the house suddenly feels so empty... I've lived alone with Meaty for a long time and its never felt this way before...
Speaking of Meaty I should let him go outside. I take him for a short walk before coming back inside to take a shower.
As the warm water washes over me the stress fades as well.
As I put on my underwear and bra the doorbell rings. probably Niall. I grab a rob and rush to the door.
"Coming!" I shout. as I swing the door open I freeze. "wha-"
"You look hot..." he slurs while his eyes look me over. He takes his lips between his teeth and smiles.
His smile scares me... Its not one of the kind ones Niall always gives me. His smile is... evil almost... and I'm pretty sure he's drunk.
He invites himself in and snakes his arm around my waist.
"Jake... I don't mean to sound rude... but get out of my house," I snap.
"Babe~" he slurs. "don't be that way. I just want to talk"
"Come back when you're sober..."
He leans closer until his face is only inches from mine. His hot breathe smells of beer and I crinkle my nose.
I try to force him back out the door but he won't budge. He's obviously not going anywhere unless he gets what he wants.
"Come back in an hour and we can talk..." I say blankly.
A drunken smile spreads across his face. "sounds like a plan!" he says cheerfully before walking out onto the sidewalk. I don't waist one second and I slam the door shut.
At least now I can look decent... I rush up the stairs to get dressed: I through on a pair of faded jeans and a dark purple tank top.
As I'm blow drying my damp hair the doorbell rings. I groan but run to answer it.
"I'm back" Jake says with a frown.
I look him over. His eyes are bloodshot and he still smells but I let him in. Hopefully he isn't as drunk anymore... But it's hard to tell.
He takes a seat on the couch and I sit in a chair on the opposite side of him.
"What do you want?" I ask coldly.
"I want you back..."
I shake my head. "not happening."
He pouts and I notice a scab forming on his split lip. My stomach churns at the thought of Jake and Niall fighting.
"Who's that Neil guy?"
Something about the way he mispronounces Niall's name really ticks me off.
"His name is Niall..."
"Yeah, yeah. What's the deal with him?"
"He's a friend."
"Just a friend?" I roll my eyes and nod. He sinkers as I glare at him. "I though he was your boyfriend!" he exclaims while throwing his head back in laughter.
"Are you done?"
He composes himself before continuing to interrogate me.
"When did you meet him?"
I have to think about that... Almost a month... or a few weeks...
"A month." I say. He nods. "do you have any girl you've been sleeping with?" I ask.
He smirks in amusement. "not at the moment. The last girl I did... but you... It's not too late to say yes... I could make you feel really good-"
"Stop." the thought of it makes me want to throw up. He truly is disgusting.
He shrugs it off and leans back in the chair. "so did blondey tell you about our fight?"
"Yeah..."
"He only gave me a split lip!" he laughs and points to his busted lip. "I think I have him a good punch. He probably got a really bad bruise or something. I would of beat him senseless... but he bored me..."
Just as I'm about to ask him to leave my phone rings. I hold up a finger before stepping outside to take to call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Gabby. I'm on my way to your house. Is that okay? I'm right down the street."
"Uh... I guess..."
"Is something wrong?" Niall asks. The concern in his voice is far to noticeable.
"No. Ill see you in a bit bye." I say quickly before hanging up.
I throw open the door and I rush inside. "you need to leave."
Jake looks up at me in confusion. "but I just got here," he pouts.
I grip his arm and yank him up from the coach. The moment I think I've won, and he's stood up, He pushes me against the wall.
I wince as my back comes in contact with the solid wall. I gasp as he pins my arms above me. "why so eager to make me leave?" he taunts.
"Just go!" I shout.
From the other room I hear Meaty barking. I really wish I hadn't locked him in my room. I think Jake could use a good bit on the butt from my dog.
"Gabby, just forgive me? okay?"
"Never."
He shrugs, and without warning his lips crash into mine. I try to pull away, but he has a firm grip and is much stronger than I am.
Just as I'm about to knee him in a very bad place I hear a loud Irish voice yell.
"WHAT THE H*LL IS GOING ON!"
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Over Again//N.H.
Fanfiction"'Love.' I've fallen in 'love' far to many times. I'm not sure I even know what love is anymore.." Gabby may not necessarily be afraid to fall in love. It is more of the concept of falling in love with the wrong persons again... "You know, Gabby...
