The tears on my face seemed to dry up quickly, looking at the time. "Hey beautiful," a man's voice said, his tone sounding very mysterious and deep.
"Get lost," I jeered before breaking into a snicker. He forcefully grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the table. My body followed the force, but I resisted it by breaking away with my other free hand. He holds onto my wrists again pulling me further from the chair.
This time, Niall approached us and said, "She's mine." My cheeks turned a rosy red.
"Are you sure mate? The last time I saw you, you were flirting with other ladies," the man spatted back.
"I'm the birthday boy, I can do whatever I want." Niall roared, peeling the man's grip away from my arm. "Come here." His soft voice had a huge contrast from just now.
"Thanks," I softly said. He smiles half-way.
He was actually a bright shade of red, showing that he really drank lots of alcohol during the party. David Guetta had already went home so I don't see many guests still here. I followed Niall as he says goodbye to the people leaving.
"Grace, we ne-need to talk," Niall said while we were walking upstairs unbalanced. He was less drunk than me, so he sort of carried me to his room.
"What do you wanna talk about?" My body felt it could collapse anytime. Niall sat upright on his bed.
"Your present? I want it now," he demanded as I closed the door. "Come here." I got onto his bed. I completely followed his orders blindly.
"You look so beautiful Grace," he complimented, caressing my cheek. He leaned forward, about 5 centimeters away and cooed, "This shall be your present."
He launches to place his pale lips onto my red lips. Our body moved in sync to our lips. I inched closer, closing the gap between my chest and his. He has helped me completely forget about today by the wrong way.
He cupped my face making me lose control. My fingers ran through his hair making my way to his neck. I tug his collar to get a better grab of him. Our lips never left each others and we were just hungry of more kissing. His arms continues to reach to the back of my dress.
He pulls down the top of the dress, revealing only my bra. "I feel so tired, Niall," I mumbled with the least amount of energy. He ignored my comment and just kissed me like nobody's business.
After that everything became so hazy and eventually I fell into a deep slumber.
"Grace, there you are," a voice so delecate like an angel, was calling me out.
"Who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows. A woman appears from a distance. The place felt as if it was heavenly with the white light and peaceful and cool wind.
This woman had light brown hair and chocolate eyes. Her thin lips indicates she was ageing slowly. She gives me a genuine grin.
"I'm your mom, darling." She replies, with a kind and gentle tone. My mother?
"Why are you here?"
"I see you are very troubled with this protecting job."
"Um yeah, it's not the job, my situation is just very.. complicated," I said, trying to find a word to replace my feelings.
"Niall and Harry, isn't it?"
"Yes." I let out a sigh. I felt no tears flowing down my skin even though anger and agony was consuming my brain.
"If only you knew honey," she whispered, looking down sadly. Knew what? That Harry did not kiss Chelsea? That actually Niall really still loved me thats why he kissed me?
"I can't tell you just yet, my daughter. Just wait when the time comes, I will tell you then." After she finished her sentence she disappears into thin air. Then suddenly the scene changes.
I was in middle school with Harmony at our usual table during recess.
"Felicia's approaching," she muttered, tucking the loose strand of black hair behind. Felicia was the rich kid who bullied smart students like me.
"Hey loser. Care to say something about this?" She greeted awfully, showing a snarly grin. She lifts up a magazine. 'Grace, the two-timer' is big and bold in yellow. The cover shows me and Niall and another picture of me and Harry.
This didn't even happen back then, what's happening?
"It's not your business," I managed to talk back. The girls behind her were looking — in fact everyone was staring at me.
"You're dating Harry and Niall huh? You're such a whore!" She yelled, making everyone gossip quietly to each other. Harmony gasped, looking at me in disbelief. "Look I can explain," I started defending myself.
"You liar! Niall is my boyfriend! How could you!" she cackled, with tightness in her voice. This time, I realised something.
I've turned into Danny.
"Can't believe you never even told me about this," she continues as I turn my eyes to see Felicia smiling devishly. Everyone frowned at me, chanting monotonously, "You are a traitor, Grace." They all cornered me, walking like robots.
Stop, this has to stop.
I closed eyes to get rid of the madness that was happening everywhere. It actually worked, I was in training at the agency's shooting practice with my instructor, Mr Noah.
"Okay you have to hit the target exactly in order for you to pass today's task," he explained, holding the gun and shooting the target perfectly. "Now you try."
I quickly adjusted my stand to reach for the revolver. I gripped it hard as I pull the trigger to shoot forward. The target was about 50 metres away. The shooting paper was brought front to show the results. Turns out, I was 0.5 centimetres away from the middle.
"Not bad. but try again, until you get it perfect," Mr N cheered me on but I felt as if his words were actually pulling me down. I took my stand again, trying the best I can, pointing the gun to the circle in the middle. I flinched back as the bullet flies into the paper.
It comes back worst, I had hit outside the red and orange zone now. He gives me the sign to try again, 'until I get it right'. Once more, I shoot and this time I had passed.
"Good job, Grace. Now if you will follow me, I will bring you to Danny Waylen, the instructor for emotions. I know you would think its irrelevant but he will teach you how to get rid of your unwanted feelings for the bad guy or victim," He explained, motioning towards another room.
"Hi trainee," He greeted, showing a warm smile. I grinned back, showing my politeness. "I'll take things from here, Cory." The man tells Mr Noah to leave.
He seemed one year older than me with the blue zircon eyes and lean built he had. I guess you could say he is good looking.
"So, emotions coach guy," I told him. "What am I supposed to do here?" He chuckles, continuing, "I'm going to put this on your head, to see what emotions we have to improve when we give you a scenario."
He puts a complicated device that looked like crown, on my head. It felt uncomfortable putting it on. Quickly adjusting the device, the pain went away.
"Close your eyes Grace. Now let's begin."
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I woke up from the bright light that was shining throught the white curtains. My head was throbbing like fire burning up my system. I rubbed my palms on my forehead, squinting from the sunlight.
"I see you have woken up," Niall walks from the bathroom, only in his boxers. His hair was already styled nicely but he wasn't ready in terms of attire.
I stared down onto the blanket and realised that the whole white sheet was covering me. I felt clothless underneath it, too ashamed.
Did I just had that thing with the Niall Horan?
"Did we..?" I trailed off, feeling heat travelling up to my cheeks. I brought the sheets closer, covering myself both physically and mentally.
"Nope, we just kinda took off our clothes, then felt tired so we went to sleep," He explained, shrugging it off. "But are you okay with that?"
Was I okay? Certainly not. The things that happened last night was like a train that ran me over and a wrecking ball that just hit me. Harry had kissed another girl. Who was it? Thinking harder made my headache worse, so I stopped that.
"Nope, it must be the hangover," I groaned, not knowing the side effects of alcohol were. I buried my face into the clean blanket— actually not so clean because we clearly made out.
"You can wear my clothes if you want," he offered, shoving me an oversized and plain gray tee. "Um, yeah I guess," I replied, feeling embarassed.
Niall leaves to the bathroom so that I could change into his shirt. I put my lingerie on I took off last night. Then I proceeded to wear the tee, which looked like a dress on me.
I touched my face, realising I still had makeup on. I wonder how am I supposed to face Harry like this? I almost had it with Niall, I don't think he would forgive me that easily, right? But then again, he kissed another girl and I can't possibly forgive him too.
I found myself staring into blank space when Niall called me out. "Grace? Yoohoo!" He waved his big hand at me, grabbing my attention.
"I'm so sorry I took advantage of you last night, I truly am. I don't know what got over me, I knew you had a boyfriend, but I risked it all just to get to know you more," he rambled on.
"Harry kissed another girl," I blurted out bluntly. My eyes shifted to lock into his stare. He seemed shocked by my remark and said, "I'm so sorry Grace."
I couldn't help myself but to have a line of tear streaming down my face. The tear landed onto my lips, making me taste its saltiness.
"Don't be sorry, Niall. Maybe it's just a sign to let go of him. Maybe I was supposed to be with you, not him." I tried to stop my sobbing, but I couldn't make it stop.
Niall embraces me into a hug, leaving my head snuggled into his neck. He rubs my back, making me more relaxed in his presence.
"The worst things always happens to me," I mumbled, too loud for him to hear.
He pulls back, looking into my eyes. "Hey, you shouldn't think like that. You are this little ball of sunshine everyone loves. Some just don't accept the happiness you give out, that's why they are not loved. I will be the one who is always by your side, I'll never leave you. Ever." He relieves me with his soothing words.
I reached up high with my tippy toes to kiss his lips. He just agrees by kissing back and moving through the motion. This felt more real than yesterday's drunk make out as I could feel the tingling sensation on his lips.
I pull back, leaving him speechless. He didn't have to say anything, it was just purely mystifying. I never ever felt this way with any of my past lovers before.
I gave a weak but genuine smile to him. He beamed back too, bringing back the strand of hair that was dangling in front my face.
Now the big question hits me.
How am I going to face Harry?
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yay new chapter already!
i hope you understood some of Grace's past by her dreams. the first one was not much of her past and the second only involved the characters but not the story. third one is indeed real af.
if yall were wondering, i chose Danny to be Zac Efron cuz he is hella hot *-* and everyone cant resist him thats why he's a player in the book.
RWOTD: Banana
whoops havent doing that cuz im too caught up for yall to read!
dedicated to: JunyaClemente cuz she my best friend(idk if she uses that acc)
i shld get studying
lol nope
bye ♚ and ♕,
-Hannah ♥