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" Damn it!! " I cursed to nobody
I had lost another game of Call of Duty. I literally suck at this game now!
I'm about to play again when I hear the doorbell.
I swing the door open. What I see next makes me widen my eyes.
"N-N-Niall I said I don-" I stutter out
Before I can finish my sentence I'm pushed up against my far wall by Niall.
He pins my arms up against my head.
Niall looks me up and down before letting out a low growl.
He shuts the front door using his foot, then starts attacking my neck leaving lovebites and marks on my poor pale neck.
I restrain myself from releasing any sexual noises not wanting to give into Niall.
He seems to notice this so he adjusts his head so he can whisper in my ear.
"Don't hold back"
I shudder.
"N-Niall s-s-stop" I stutter
I actually really wanted him to stop.
I don't want to give into him. I wanted to be mad at him...
But that's kinda hard to do when I'm getting excited... if you know what I mean.
And Niall seems to figure that out sooner than I want him to.
When he moves, his hand rub against my cock and I let a small whimper out.
He smirks smugly.
Then picks me up and brings me upstairs to my bed.
He puts me down on the mattress the starts sucking on my neck and fingering me through my sweatpants.
I moan loudly. Niall smirks at me.
Not wanting to see his annoying but Fucking beautiful face I shut my eyes.
"Open your eyes" I hear Niall say.
I keep my eyes shut.
At this point I can't control the moans coming out of my mouth.
I didn't have control over my own body anymore.
"Open your eyes" I hear Niall say again this time more dominantly
Me still not wanting to listen to him keep my eyes shut.
Then I'm being pulled upwards by my hair.
"Open your eyes whore"
I'm spooked out by the tone of his voice but still keep my eyes shut tight.
I feel Niall rest me back on the bed.
Huh?
Then randomly Niall takes my pants and boxer off.
My eyes open and widen at lightning speed.
He looks at me, then takes my shirt off.
Once I register the fact that I'm all naked I blush hardly and try to cover my body.
Well Niall doesn't let me. Once again he pins my arms over my head.
He looks me up and down.
He opens his mouth to say something and-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I wake up all sweaty for the 5th time this week.
Great another one of these fucked up dreams?
Like honestly who the fuck comes up with that shit?
I started having these dreams the day I ended whatever I had with Niall.
And now 3 months later I'm still having them.
I hate then for 3 reasons.
Reasons
3. I don't enjoy waking up every morning sweaty and with a massive boner.
2. I feel like a giant cheater when I have these dreams. I'm dating a guy named Martin. He's nice, and really hot not as hot as Niall but pretty hot. And well a tad possessive.
Lady & gents reason #1? You may ask.
1. ITS JUST FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE!!
Imagine if you were having fucking dreams of being fucked by your neighbor. Awkward? Huh?
I'm fucking scared to go to answer the door.
Call me a pussy whatever!
It's a good thing I've only seen Niall like 3 times this week and around almost never since "the day Niall fucked with my feelings"
I'm sure there's a meaning behind this fucked up dream of mine.
Not that I know what it is.
I jump out of bed and head to my washroom to take a looong shower.
Once I get out I throw on black jeans and a pair of white shirts.
Deciding to actually look nice I brush my hair and then put on a black and white snapback.
Next I put on white Adidas.
When I'm finished I look myself over...
And immediately cringe.
My outfit matches!! And I fucking brushed my hair?
So I take off my snapback, mess my hair up a little bit then put back on.
I grab my phone and open the door.
And right in front of me is Niall in a knocking position.
I stumble back. Just in case I hold my hands behind my back.
"N-N-Niall" I stutter
He looks at me up and down... Just like he did in my dream that's what sets me off.
I feel my eyes tear up.
" Crying? Way to go fag" I mutter to myself
I look back up at him.
I hated him
Screw him
Fuck him
Wait no that only happens in your dreams Calv
I wasn't just sad anymore no..
HELL NO I was pissed. And well like 3% amused. But then again I'm always amused.
I was going to go for a run to calm down.
But first...
I locked my door and faced him looking him in the eyes.
"DEUCE'S BITCH!!" I squeal at the top of voice
I turn and run past him while giggling.
Good job leafy. Cover your feelings with humor
I run towards my forest hideout.
Just as quickly I climb up my ladder and sit down contemplating everything that has happened in the last 6 months.
6 months ago I met Pyro.
A little while later He became my neighbour...
Without me knowing
Flashes of
All the good times
we had start going threw my head:
- Playing Cod
- Stargazing on my roof
- Finding him here on my platform and hanging out
- him saving me from the crowd of people
- playing hide and seek
Then nearly 3 months ago everything came burning down.
Normally I would have cut him out for lying to me but... I just can't seem to keep him out.
As you probably can see I have a problem with people lying to me.
I HATE it.
More then I hate Keemstar.
Wow I know.
I have a thing about lying probably because of how many people lied to me when I was younger.
Namely my parents.
Friends
Teachers
No matter how small there always was one.
Parents told me they would always love me...
They lied.
Friends told me they would never abandon me
They lied
Teachers told me things would get better
Guess what?
White Lie
So MaNy LiEs
I don't see why me coming out was enough of a reason to hate me.
But I guess that's the truth...
People hate me.