THE CHEATING GAME
December 13th, 2011
"I'm eighteen for crying out loud!" I cry out, pushing Niall away from me. Lately, I have been getting frustrated with him being too overprotective. I get that he's my boyfriend and all, but it's like every little thing is a danger. He does too much. "I'm not a baby, Niall!"
"I know you're not, but I'm just trying to protect you, Hana!" He shouts back.
My blood is boiling by now, and I am fuming. "I can take care of myself."
"Fine! Since you can take care of yourself, then go and leave. Go take care of yourself, since you don't need me!" And like that, he slams his bedroom door in my face.
I let out a groan and stomp downstairs of his flat. After collecting my keys and phone from his kitchen bench, I leave his flat, slamming the door behind me. Without allowing any tears to escape my eyes, I leave the flat building and hop into my white Audi A4. I pull out of the parking lot and onto the main road.
Did he just break up with me? No, there's no way. He was just angry and upset. But he did say for me to take care of myself. Is that a sign that he wants to break up with me? Ugh, he's so confusing!
I pull up at my flat building and go inside. I greet the kind receptionist quietly before heading upstairs to my flat. Once I am inside, I look around, unsure of what to do. There is nothing really to do. I usually go everywhere with Niall, even when he would have to go into the studio to record for his band's first album.
I should go out. I deserve to go to a club and party it up without having to worry what Niall thinks. He is constantly on my case about being careful. Tonight, I am going to have the time of my life without him.
My feet pad across my beige carpet and into my comfortable room. It's nothing amazing - dark brown canopy bed in the middle of the back wall with matching nightstands, matching desk in the corner and a matching dresser on the opposite wall to the end of the bed. There is a walk-in wardrobe and pale yellow walls with a yellow chair for the desk. Above the desk is a collage of pictures of me and my family, friends and Niall.
I ignore everything and pick out a tight black mini dress that has three quarter sleeves. I exchange my jeans, singlet and Niall's jumper for the dress and switch my black flats for silver glitter stilettos.
Going into the bathroom, I take my light blonde hair out of its bun and let it fall. My hair is really wavy and only reaches to just past my shoulders. I apply a layer of foundation to my face and a coat of dark mascara to my light blue eyes.
Finally deciding I look good enough, I turn off all lights and leave the flat with my flat key and some cash in my bra. I don't even bother taking my phone because I don't want to be interrupted.
"Going out, Hana?" Kathy - the receptionist - asks me with a smile on her face. She is a mere twenty year old brunette with the nicest green eyes.
I nod. "Yeah, I don't really feel like staying home." I tell her with a little too much enthusiasm in my voice.
"Niall going with you?" She asks.
"Not tonight. I decided to go alone." I tell her honestly. I can trust Kathy. Even though we are three years apart, I have known her a long time and she has always been there for me.
"Well, have fun."
"Thanks, Kathy." I call. I leave the building and catch a cab to the local club. I am going to get drunk and won't be able to drive home, so I may as well catch a cab there.
I pay the cab driver and head inside. My ears become aware of the booming music bouncing off all the walls. The neon lights vary from blue to green to pink to purple and reflect off the wine glasses hanging from the ceiling at the bar. There is a DJ up on a stage and hundreds of people grinding and dancing against each other on the dance floor. A few sit at the bar and plenty of people are either sitting in the corners, talking or snogging on the tables.
Ignoring the stares that I get from a few people, I make my way to the bar and order an Apple Martini. That is downed almost immediately and I take two shots of vodka after. I have two glasses of straight vodka before I can confirm that I am completely wasted.
I shove past several people and drag myself to the dance floor. Bodies grind against each other and people are locked by the lip. There is almost no space, but I am able to fit my tiny body in between a few people.
I allow myself to let go and move my body in time with the deafening music. Two guys - one tall and blonde and another short and brunette - look my way, but I ignore them and let myself carry on with my movements.
I raise my hands and sway them around while my hips move from side and my head is nodding to the beat. It's the most amazing feeling when you can just forget about everything and let go.
Suddenly, there is contact at my bum and someone's large hands are placed on my waist. The body pushes against me and and helps me move my hips with theirs.
"The name's Connor." The deep voice whispers. His voice is low and husky and, dare I say it, turns me on.
"Hana." I reply with my name.
"So, Hana," he starts, "what's a pretty girl like you doing at a club like this by yourself?"
He begins grinding against me, and I have to reach up and behind me to wrap my arms around myself to prevent me from falling.
"Just to forget the world." I reply honestly. I'm never going to see this guy again, so why not be honest?
His hot breaths hits my ear as he shouts over the music, "I can help you forget!"
My eyes widen in realisation of what he means by him 'helping me forget'. Should I say yes? Ah, I may as well. It's not like I'm getting younger and I don't have a boyfriend or anything, so what the hell?
"Sure." I shout back.
He immediately begins pulling me away from the crowd and out the front door. His fingers are laced with mine as he calls a cab. While we wait, I take the time to examine his face.
His soft blonde hair flops over his bright blue eyes, and I can just notice brown roots. I realise that Connor is the tall blonde that was checking me out with his friend. Only now I can see how masculine and built he is. His perfectly fitted white t-shirt hugs his rippled torso and dark washed jeans hang low on his waist. He is beautiful, but reminds me of someone I know. I just can't pin-point who.
I giggle at how stupid I sound. There is no way that this beautiful person in front of me remind me of someone else. Or maybe he does. Oh well.
The cab arrives and Connor opens the door for me. We both stumble in and buckle our seat belts in.
"Where to?" The drivers asks with a monotone voice. His face through the rear view mirror looks bored and angered with the fact that he has to drive two drunk people home.
Connor turns to me and raises an eyebrow. I tell the cab driver my address and we are off.
"You're beautiful." Connor whispers in my ear.
I blush and look down as I begin fiddling with my fingers. Even when I'm drunk I blush by a compliment. Connor pulls my hands apart and takes one in his hand. I lean myself against him until we have arrived to my house.
Connor kindly pays the driver and we stumble out of the cab and inside the flat complex. Kathy shoots me disapproving looks but doesn't say anything and allows me to get passed her and into the lift.
"I think that the dress you're wearing is a little too tight." Connor says as soon as we have made it my flat. "Maybe we should free you from those confines, yeah?"
My mouth can't seem to form words, so I just nod and let him lift the dress over my head. He steps back to check me over before smiling and licking his lips. He reaches out and grips my waist, pulling me closer to him and connecting us by the lips.
I groan at the sudden contact and force my tongue in his mouth. Our tongues hungrily fight for dominance while my hands find the hem of his shirt. I pull back for a split second to pull his shirt off before attaching our lips again.
And from then on, the clothes continue to come off, our saliva is exchanged and eventually I can't tell who owns which sweat.
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I groan and sit up in bed as I rub my eyes with one hand and hold my throbbing head with the other. I absolutely hate hangovers. They're the worst feelings in the world.
"Niall?" I choke out. My throat is so sore that I can barely talk.
A deep and husky voice from besides me cause my heart to stop and my knees begin to shake... and not in the good way either.
"Did you already forget my name, babe?" The voice asks. "It's Connor."
I slowly and cautiously turn to look at the body to my right. He looks so much like Niall that it's not funny. The only difference is that he seems taller and has a little bit more of a built torso.
And then I realise I'm naked.
"Please don't tell me you're naked too." I say.
"Sorry, love, but I am. And you looked mighty fine last night." He winks at me, but it only disgusts me.
I scrunch my nose up and push him out if bed. Once I see he is definitely naked I squeal, close my eyes, cover my eyes, and then I even turn away so I know I won't see anything.
And then everything rushes back to me. The arguing. Me getting drunk and dancing with Connor. Us coming back to my place and doing a lot more than we should have. Oh my, God, I am so dead.
"G-get dressed." I stutter. I feel like crying, which I think I am going to do.
I listen to him shuffling around before he confirms that he is now dressed. Carefully, I take my hands off my eyes and open them as I turn to face him.
"How could you let that happen?" I spit.
"What? You wanted it." He defends himself.
"No, I didn't. You came on to me and I was too drunk to realise what I was doing." I tell him. "And I have a boyfriend!"
Connor only chuckles. "You're boyfriend's not gonna be very pleased with you."
"No, he's not." A third voice with an Irish accent joins in. Oh, crap.
Connor and I both snap our heads to the left where my bedroom door is. Niall is standing in the doorway with a small box and envelope in his hand.
This is a dream. My boyfriend did not just catch me with a guy in my bedroom and I didn't have sex with a random guy. This is just all a big dream.
"And who might you be?" Connor challenges.
"The boyfriend." Niall replies. He doesn't even look at me at all.
"Oh, shit."
"'Oh, shit' is correct. Now get the hell out if here before I murder your sorry ass for sleeping with my girlfriend."
Connor gulps and nods before pushing passed Niall and leaving. I wait until I hear the click of the front door before I start trying to explain.
"Niall, listen-"
"Stop." He demands, tears already beginning to roll down his cheeks.
I slide out of bed and wrap a towel I must have abandoned one day around my body. As much pain as I feel in my lower region, I still push myself to walk towards Niall. My hand reaches up to touch his cheek and wipe the tears away, but he pushes my arm away.
"Stop." He says a lot softer than before.
"Niall, you don't understand." I whisper, the tears welling up in my eyes. "I didn't mean to."
"You didn't mean to sleep with him or break my heart?"
I can't stop the whimper that releases from my mouth. "It's not broken. Baby, I can fix this."
"No, you can't!" He snaps. "You can't fix this, Hana!"
And now I begin bawling my eyes out. He's not saying this. This is all a nightmare and I am about to wake up. But when I pinch myself, I feel a pain shoot through my arm, and I know I'm not dreaming.
"Here." He whispers and drops the box and envelope to the ground. "We're done." And he walks out, leaving me alone and broken hearted.
I'm one hundred percent sure that my heart is in a million pieces on the ground right now. I just don't want to have to try to pick up the pieces and fix them; I won't be able to.
I drop to the ground, the tears releasing like tsunami tides, and pick up the envelope. My name is printed in perfect cursive letters on the front of the off-white envelope.
I only now hear the click of the front door. He must have collected his things from downstairs and then left. He'll be back in a few days to collect the rest of his stuff.
While sniffling and breathing heavily, I flip the envelope over and tear it open. There is a single A4 sheet of paper folded up on the inside. I take it out and unfold it. It's a letter.
To my dearest Hana-Banana,
I'm sorry for yelling at you and telling you to leave. I was just frustrated and upset, but I'm sorry. You are my everything and I don't like it when we fight and argue. I know I hurt you by my words and I'm sorry.
I love you, Hana.
Forever and always,
Nialler x
Oh my, God! I hurt him so bad. He was apologising for hurting me, but then I turned around and practically stabbed him in the back. I'm so horrible. He'll never forgive me.
I pick the box up and look over it. It's nothing too fancy - small, lavender box with a silver bow. I pop it open. A gasp immediately escapes my mouth as I look down at the rich jewel.
Inside the box sits a gold ring with a peach rose in the middle and three dazzling diamonds on either side of the rose. It's the most dazzling thing I have ever seen - besides Niall's eyes, of course. Nothing can compare to the beauty of Niall.
I take the ring out and slip it onto my index finger on my right hand. This ring will not be parted from me; it's the last thing I have of Niall.
I just lost the most important thing in my life.
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a.n.
Pic of the ring on the side!
Love Leticia x