This Love Hurts (boyxboy)

Cheaters

~Niall's P.O.V~

I know what you're thinkin, why the hell would I call Demi? Am I right? Well... I honestly don't know why, seemed reasonable at the time, well that was until I found out what was going on...

{Recap}

"Niall?!"

"Hey Demi."

{Present}

"Wha-what, oh my god, do you w-want?" She panted out from the opposite end of the phone.

"Uh, what are you doing..?"

"Oh yes, right there. Oh na-nothing Na-Niall."

"Demi! Are you fucking somebody?!"

"Na-no. Wa-why would I cha-cheat on ya-you?" There was something in the background, something that sounded like, 'Get off the phone, I want you to enjoy this like I am...'

"You are! You're fucking some guy! Why the hell did I ever trust you! Everybody said not to trust you and I didn't listen to them! Dammit Demi! We're over! Don't ever call me again bitch!" With that I hung up and turned around, punching the wall.

"Niall?" Somebody said from the opposite side of the room.

"Yes Amy?"

"Ca-can you.. uh... uncuff me maybe?" I nodded and walked over to her, uncuffing her from the bed.

"I'm sorry Amy."

"I'm still not letting you go." She stated, getting up and flipping her hair.

"Whatever, I'm going to go take a shower." Walking over to the bathroom, I shut the door behind me and went over to the shower, turning it on and making it the right tempurature. Stripping off my shirt, trousers and pants I put them on top of the sink and got into the shower. Letting the water run over the front of my body I turned the water a little hotter. Grabbing the shampoo, I poured some in my hand and massage it into the scalp. Shutting my eyes as the suds ran down from my hair and my body and into the drain.

I sighed, knowing that I screwed up, that I was dating Demi secretly while I was dating Harry. In all truth, Demi had begged me back, but I barely ever talked to her. It seems like we both forgot about eachother, like we were never even dating.

It has been a few days since I have been stuck her, forced to be Amy's sex slave. It annoys me at how she can just walk all over me now, because I am her slave. I should have called the boys, or management to tell them were I was, but being my idiotic self I called Demi. I mean what did I ever do to de-

"Do what I say, or I will shoot it." Turning slightly I saw a silver round thing pointed at my face, leaning back a little I saw it had a handle, and she had her index finger on the trigger.

"A gun. Really?"

"Just do what I fucking say! Got it?"

"Yes your majesty." I joked.

"Do you realize I will shoot you?" I groaned and nodded my head.

"What do I have to do?"

{R} (it's not that bad)

She stripped off her clothes, trying to look sexy, but failing, badly. After that, she got into the shower and stood in front of me.

"What. Are you doing?"

"It's time we take it up a notch." She reached outside the curtian and set the gun down.

"I will grab it if I need too." I nodded, still not to thrilled about the whole situation. She reached over me, making sure her breasts were in my face and flicking something on.

"What was that?"

"A camera." Groaning, I stared at her as she kneeled in front of me and gently stroked me.

"Do we have to record this?"

"Yup." She started stroking faster and my member started pulsing. Soon, it was erect, though I wish it wasn't. Standing up she bent to my ear.

"Shower sex. Now." She whispered harshly. I nodded, shoving her against the wall and standing infront of her.

"Not. So. Rough." She seethed. She started kissing my neck, leaving purple marks on the areas that she sucked on. Accidently, I moaned as she sucked. She smiled and sucked harder, causing me to moan again.

"Okay. What do I have to do?"

"I already told you. Make it good and realistic, if not... you know what will happen." Nodding, I kissed her neck, doing exactly what she did to me, to her. When I heard her moan, I continued kissing down her body, until I got to her opening. I smirked, sliding my tongue in and searching around. She gasped and rocked her waist forward, causing my tongue to hit her g-spot. Taking it out, I trailed my way up her body.

I knew I didn't want to do this. I knew what she would do with this tape if she didn't get what she wanted. I knew she would use the gun. And I knew she would stop at nothing to have me to herself. I hated how she could get me so easily, how easily I could be her slave, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was locked away like a prisioner.

She spun me around and soon, I was back against the wall. She kneeled down and smirked up at me, before taking me in. Her head bobbed, but I didn't even pay attention. I was thinking of a way out. She bit down and I gave her a hard look.

"Make it look real!" She tried to whisper, but she more like shouted. Groaning I started to thrust slowly, knowing that's something she wanted. Thinking of it now, she was such a bloody whore. I mean, come on, do you now see it? She had gotten up in that time and positioned my member inside of her so she was now riding me. Don't ask, I have no clue how this happened. I spun her around and thrusted into her, we both thrusted, which I knew was probably hurting her, but I couldn't give a damn. She was getting close to her orgasm anyway, so I knew this wouldn't have to go on much longer. Thankfully.

"Oh my gawd. H-harder Na-niall!" See what I told you?

I obeyed and watched her as she had the time of her life. I mean, is one shower to much to ask for? Damn, that women is horny as fuck. I know, I do that to some women.

"Oh Niall."

"No." I felt like grumpy cat. Eh, I kinda was. I was getting sick of this. The next few minutes consisted of her moaning and me cumming. Finally.

{R} (it's not even bad)

{Liam's P.O.V}

{Recap}

I just sat there, straring at my hands in my lap. Sighing, I looked up at Zayn.

"You're right, there is more going on."

"You see, after being bullied for so many years, I got a stress disorder. Which soon lead to a severe case of depression. I started cutting, a lot. Scars lined up my arms, but I used this really expensive cream to get rid of the scars. I used to have to wear long sleeve shirts all the time, even in summer because I didn't want anyone to know. That was before I took up fighting, after that everything seemed to get a little bit better. My stress went away and I used my fighting skills to stand up to the bullies. By doing that, I got more friends, and soon my depression went away. And most of all, I stopped cutting."

Zayn just sat there, staring at me.

"Lili? Why didn't you ever tell me?" Somebody asked from the doorway. And just my luck, Louis stood there.

"Boobear, this isn't something you just go and tell people! I'm sorry!"

"It'd okay Lili. Just know you can trust me with anything." He smiled and I pulled up the blanket and motioned him to lay down. He came over and lay down and we just lay there for a while.

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