Daphne stared at me with wide eyes, her green orbs filling in panick, anger, and even a little
fear.
She didn't know what to do, her hand was gripping the golf club tightly, her eyes darting back and forth between me and something (or someone) on the side.
I leaned down to pick up the golf ball, not breaking eye contact with her, holding it up tauntingly. "This yours?" I tossed the ball towards her and she watched it tumble.
She looked up again, a gulp running down her pale throat.
I smirked, tilting my head at her, waiting for her to say something first but her "date" seemed to have beat her to the punch, almost forgot that fucker was there for a second. Probably one of the reasons she was so nervous, she thought I'd try to mess up her date — well, she was god damn right.
"Hey man, do you mind?" He chuckles, at the bottom of the hill on the sidelines, "We are kind of in the middle of a game here." He gestured between both of them, with a friendly grin. Friendly. That's funny. I hope he doesn't expect the same in return because he's not going to fucking get it.
"I do actually," I retort, my eyes turning to stone, my smirk slightly faltering. I turned my head to look at Daphne, "I mind a lot." I chuckle out bitterly, and Daphne shifts her stance uncomfortably, looking away, moving some red hair behind her ear.
Her date looks between us, with a skeptical look. "Do you two.. Know each other?" He inquires his finger whirling between both of us, his smile slowly falling.
"No!"
"Yes."
We both said our answers at the same time, and I think you could guess who said no, and who said yes.
I rolled my eyes at her answer, with a small grin. "She likes jokes." I say to him, though he didn't look convinced, he appeared uncomfortable if anything.
Daphne glares at me, and I just keep smirking to myself, it was sort of fun to fuck up her dates, okay who am I kidding it's fun as hell. "Well hey, since you two are in the middle of a game, and I'm here now, I might as well join right?" I said it more as an statement, then a question.
Dylan shrugs, glancing at Daphne in uncertainty, itching the back of his neck, awkwardly. "Uh, I guess—"
"Niall, can I talk to you a second?" She cuts in before Dylan could accept my offer.
I shrugged, wincing playfully, "Oh I don't know, I don't talk to people I don't know, Daphne." I grin cheekily, and she sends me a look that resembled a glare, walking down the rest of the little hill, placing her golf club on the ground telling Dylan she'd be back in a second making me roll my eyes.
I followed her to the sidelines out of ears range of Dylan who was watching curiously, "What the hell are you doing?" She demands crossing her arms over her chest, "How'd you even know I was here? Are you following me? You know this qualifies as stalking. I can issue a restraining order at this point." She continues on, and I chuckle, crossing my own arms over my chest to mimick her, except mine was broader, more confident. Hers was small, and timid — even stubborn.
"What? I can't go for a round in mini golf?" I say over incredulously which didn't impress her.
"Then where's your golf club and ball?" She points out, raising her eyebrows expectantly, and I don't bother to try to hide my smirk, "I find it highly doubtful you came here on your own, you don't seem like the kind of guy to decide to go mini golfing in your spare time, unless it somehow sparked your interests which I am also highly doubtful on. And you seem to have a history of stalking me especially in public places, so I'm gonna go with my gut on this one." She glares, her cheeks flaring up. She was cute when she got all ralled up.
She was on edge tonight, a bit spunky, I liked it. I expected her to be more shy, or nervous especially after our last steamy encounter but she proved me wrong. Or, she hides it well. Either way, I love that she has a unpredictably about her. Makes her so much more intriguing.
"It's just a coincidence, God don't be so paranoid Daphne." I tease, smirking again and I swear I could see her eyes flash red, it was good she didn't have that golf club I swear she would of tried to wack me with it.
"That's bullshit and you know it, stop with the rediculous antics, I came here to have a good time, and you're going to ruin it." She states firmly, but her eyes were pleading. They looked tired, and worn, like she was holding the whole world on her shoulders. It made me wonder if this had to do with this break up or whatever with Grant.
"With him?" I huff, nodding my head in the direction of her date, she peered over at him and he looked away quickly pretending he wasn't trying to read our lips, playing with his golf club nervously. I glared, yeah real fucking smooth we didn't see that our anything you fucking four eyed wanker.
She ignored my bitter tone, "Yes, with him, so I'd appreciate it if you'd please leave—"
"What do you see in that guy anyway?" I say with a sour expression, "look at him," I threw my hand out on a gesture towards him. "he looks like a loser who can't even get off by himself, he'd probably finish way before you in bed. He'd see a naked girl and bam he's done. I bet you he hasn't seen one in his damn life." I mutter the last part and Daphne places her hands on her hips, frowning angrily.
"Dylan's a nice guy, nicer then any of the ones in my life as of now anyway." She says a matter of factly, "and for the record I'm sure he has seen a naked girl before." She retorts quietly in case he heard her, squinting her eyes at me.
I snort, "Yeah, maybe a Barbie doll if he's lucky." I grin and she scowls. "And I can be nice, I have my moments." I defend, and I wasn't lying.. For the most part.
She doesn't look convinced, and very doubtful of my words.
"I'm not kidding," I chuckle, "I am quite the charmer if I do say so myself." I wink and she shakes her head, still not impressed.
"Okay fine, you know what, prove me wrong. If you're so nice then leave." She challenges, with a shrug.
I laugh sarcastically, "Yeah I'm not that nice, love." I smirk, and she rubs her forehead, sighing heavily.
"What is it you want Niall? What's your goal? Ruin the one day I'm actually smiling without having to force it? Scare off the only guy who cares about making me happy then making themselves happy instead? I don't understand what it is you want right now." She sighs again, her voice shaking in frustration.
She doesn't look at me, she's looking over my shoulder. He posture was deflated, like she was defeated and I had to admit I felt a little bad about it.
I had been watching her and Dylan ever since they bought the stupid golf clubs and the stupid golf balls. In the beginning she was sort of timid, still smiling but she looked bothered by all the things weighing on her. But as time went on, even when she was doing horrible, missing all the holes, hitting the ball out of the course, holding the damn club wrong, she managed to smile wider and laugh. It was a strange sound to hear since I guess I never got the chance to do so, but it made me want to try. I had a few close calls with her almost seeing me, but she looked lighter, happier. When I intervened, I realized she was looking too happy, this Dylan guy was going to sweep her right off her feet, and I didn't want to watch that happen. For some reason, I wanted to be that guy, I don't know when that fucking happened or what it means but I tried not too think too much into it. I let him have some time with her, more time then he should of, but only because she looked more beautiful when she was smiling.
"A date." I say the words before they comprehend in my brain, her eyes widen in return, her posture stiffening.
"Excuse me?"
I think a moment, my eyes staring into hers before glancing at her lips, ones I wanted to feel against my own again. "A date," I say more confidently. "Me and you, out together, and with it being planned not out of some.." I smirk, "coincidence."
She blinked, and blinked, and blinked until I realized she was silent, completely shocked and stunned. I can't say I wasn't feeling the same, I don't really go on dates, I mean I have, but they haven't been anything I thought on making it into.. Something. Or wanting it to be something.
Did I really just want to fuck her anymore? I shook off the second thoughts, of course I did, it was just.. Just that.
Yeah, just that.
"I don't think so." She finally says, after processing it, her eyes still wide and her head was shaking back and forth, which pissed me right off. She would go out with Grant who was a peice of fucking shit, and with that loser Dylan but not with me? The fuck is that.
My smirk fell, "Why?" I demand, Before I could let her answer I glanced over at Dylan rolling my eyes annoyed, "Is it that four eyed wanker?" I pointed at him with my thumb angrily, "I can take care of it—" I cracked my knuckles, already itching to beat the shit out of him anyway. I could take him down in one punch tops, but lord I hope he'd last longer. She quickly shoved them down looking furious, taking a step toward me.
"You don't dare touch him, do you understand me?" She commands, her voice full of power, her eyes didn't falter in the new found courage she had and it was surprising to say the least. I liked it, maybe too much.
I placed them back down by my side, as wordless compliance, which she should be flattered about. I don't usually listen to people like that, especially when they tell me what to do. I made an exception for Daphne though.
She crossed her arms over her chest again. I refrained from looking at her marvelous cleavage. "Dylan and me aren't dating, we're just friends." She clarifies stubbornly, glancing over at him again.
I furrowed my eyebrows, piecing it together, and then start chuckling at the realization. "Wait, so this.. This isn't a date?" I gestured whirling my finger around us and she gave me an annoyed look, shaking her head.
I grin, bouncing my eyebrows up a little, looking over at him while he tied his shoe adjusting his glasses on his nose. "Well that makes sense." I bubble up in another laugh, feeling something run up my spine — relief.
"What's so funny?" She seems insulted, her face a scowl but I can't seem to care.
"Nothing," I smirk, "Just that I knew you could do better then him, correct me if I'm wrong Daphne," I place my hands behind my back, starting to slowly circle her like a lion would do his prey while she stood stiffly. "You're into the guys that everyone tells you to stay away from, the guys who are sure of themselves, confident — maybe so confident its considered cocky." I chuckle, and I could her her scoff. "The ones that are dominant, strong, able to hold their own and defend their girl if it ever came down to it." I mutter, "Ones that make you feel safe, protected." I stop when I get to the back of her, her red hair in waves down her backside, I inhaled the sweet aroma. "You like the ones that you feel like you can fix them because it makes you feel you have a better purpose, you think you can change them to be better, you try to make them be better because you see the good in them no one else does." I played with a few strands of her hair, twirling it around on my fingers feeling how soft it was. "The ones make you come out of your comfort zone, and do something you'd never thought you'd do before, bringing out your wild side that you hide away." I leaned in closer my nose burried in her red locks on the back of her neck, and she sighed, her posture involuntarily melting into me. "You like the guys that are ambitious, determined, full of power, they have their mind paved for what they want, and they won't give up until they have it in their grasp." I moved her hair to one side of her shoulder, leaving her soft skin bare, I move my free hand to her neck, my fingers moving over the healed hickey that used to be bruised on the skin I had given her. "The ones that keep you on your toes," I lean in closer, shutting my eyes my nose gliding along the skin making her breath hitch. "Even ones that are dangerous." I hear her gulp, and I smirk, knowing I was right. My hand moved over her shoulder and down her upper arm, squeezing gently. "I know exactly what kind of girl you are Daphne, and I know what it is you crave," I move further to her neck, inhaling softly while she lets out an uneven breath. I could see from the angle her eyes were shut, "want," my other hand moved down to her hip, my thumb moving soothingly over the fabrics of her shirt. "And need." I whispered, and lightly kissed the spot between her shoulder and neck making her shiver.
"You're — You're wrong."' she breathed out shakily, and I smirked wider.
"Lying again, tsk tsk." I tease, I hear her sigh, she didn't bother to try to argue with me. I moved my mouth to her ear, murmuring softly, "One date Daphne, you agree to this and I'll leave you and your friend Dylan, alone. I won't show up spontaneously anymore if you just say yes." I bribe, my lips touching her ear lobe. She was thinking, debating.
"Can I think about it?" She whispers, turning her head towards me but not looking directly at me.
I chuckle under my breath, crafty little thing, "How am I so sure you're just saying that so I'll leave and you'll tell me no later?"
"You don't." Is all she says finally pulling away from my grasp, to my disappointment, she fixed her hair a little turning to me.
"I don't think I like that." I chuckle again, pulling at my brunette roots of my blonde hair.
She gives me a look, placing a hand on her hip. "Well, now you know how it feels."
I smirk, twitching my lips to the side. Touché. I nod, "Alright," I start to back away, "I'll be in touch Daphne." I tease.
She rolls her eyes, "Looking forward to it." She mutters sarcastically under her breath.
I chuckle, sending her a wink. "Be good, and really think hard about my offer, doll."
She huffs, "Go away already." She grunts walking back to Dylan who had his hands burried in his pockets, his head sort of hung timidly. I took pride knowing he must of saw that little scene between us, knowing who she belonged to. He had a thing for her, it had been obvious, too bad she was way out of his league. "Rain check on that game mate, maybe next time." I grinned with a nod towards Dylan and he put his hand up as a wave, with a forced smile.
I finally turned away, chuckling under my breath. "Four eyed wanker." I mutter.
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{EDITED: 6/16/18}
A/N: HELLO HELLOOOO I HAVE A FEW THINGS TO SAY
OKAY SO RHIS STORY IS ABOUT TO REACH 100K THAT IS SO SCARY AND INTIMIDATING BUT ALSO VERY EXCITING. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR VOTES AND COMMENTS IT MEANS A LOT TO ME. :) I hope you all enjoy the rest of this hehe
So the picture is Dylan O'brien as most may know, that's how I pictured him, he sometimes wears glasses and sometimes he doesn't do it will change around. I have to go back in the story and add the details of him with glasses because I don't think I did, apologies for that. He's the cutest though he's one of my favorite characters to write!
If any of you want to make edits, whether it's on tumblr or make YouTube videos please let me know and link me on wattpad id love to see :) you obviously don't have too but if you ever feel like it tell me and I'll cry over it ok
Also, I'd like to recommend a book to read, if you guys are interested there's an apocalyptic book AU with niall and Harry (not narry though, just those two in it) and it's called "the end of us" if any of you enjoy my writing, I co wrote it on MonicaEmily channel! She's a great writer too, so maybe you'll end up reading her story's too, I highly recommend it :) anyway I really love it and it's about to come to a close, so if you want to see bad ass Niall go read it :) thank you!!
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