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© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
“Everyone lies to be loved, and everyone choses whom they love… they can chose to unlove you if you brought them shame.”~ Liam
6) Dilemma – Niall
“Niall,” he called me. A familiar voice called me. I’ve heard it before. It felt stupid really like… It’s like I’m calling myself. It’s my own voice.
“Niall,” I opened my eyes but there was nothing.
“Where am I?” I asked seeing nothing but blinding white.
“Niall listen?” The voice who sounded like me insisted. “Listen carefully.”
“Who are you?”
“Niall listen…” he said ignoring my question. The blinding lights slowly became manageable to my eyes so I was able to focus where the voice was coming from. “Listen and do not forget this counsel.”
“Is this a dream?”
“Yes and no,” he answered. It was a guy in white robe speaking, with straight silver long hair hanging down his back.
“This is both a dream and reality, but that is not why I am here… listen to this counsel, listen closely.” He sounded like he was singing.
“This counsel I will voice,
So you may weigh your choices,
And from danger, you can flee
So with your soul mate, you can be.”
And then I saw his eyes glow, like they were flashlight. And he continued speaking like he was singing.
“Trust not the one that speaks of love
For all the tongue can lie
And misery is all you’ll have
And in misery you’ll die
Trust not the one who bids protection
For all the tongue can lie
And all he has is pure deception
And deceive you ‘till you die
Trust not the one who claims a friend
For all the tongue can lie
He’ll only use you ‘till the end
And drain you ‘till you die
Trust only him who gives his heart
For hearts, they cannot lie
Even when you drift apart
He’ll love ‘til he dies.”
And the glow from his eyes vanished. Then suddenly everything in the surrounding seemed to shine… the lights turned so bright that it hurt my eyes the reason why I closed them.
“Forget not what I had said,
For it may help you, be not dead
For all the world, shall seek your blood,
Be watchful little lad.”
“He’s waking up,” I heard a familiar voice followed by few taps, like footsteps on the floor.
I opened my eyes to be welcomed by perfectly white teeth beaming at me so close that I almost bump into them.
“Harry?”
The smile plastered on his lips didn’t vanished. He just beamed to me, his eyes twinkling.
Do I have something in my face?
“Wait…” I rub my eyes realizing I’m on a bed. I let my eyes travel around. I am clearly not in my room, and probably not in my own bed. I move my eyes to the nearby window seeing a part of the gray sky.
That’s not the view from my window.
I rub my eyes and then focused on everything. Nothing changed. I’m still there in that unfamiliar place. And Harry Style is still sitting on the side of my bed.
“Where am I?” I ask pulling myself up to a sitting position. And then I saw some people standing on the doorway.
“You’re in my room,” Harry answered. I move a bit just to make some distance. He was so close to me that I his breath brush my cheeks when he speaks.
“I saw you in the forest, you passed out when you saw a wolf,” he explained moving closer to me, closing the distance I just made.
“Harry…” I heard one of the girls speak. She’s like the female version of Harry, only with longer hair.
“You’re making Niall uncomfortable,” she told him. I just shied my head away.
She was right at some point.
He was painfully close. Really close that I could hear his heartbeat. Or maybe that was mine… beating so loud.
“Oh?” Harry said and then moved away a bit.
I saw the woman rolled her eyes.
I tried to collect my memory. Why was I there? What happened? I was supposed to be with the girls, the twins. We were at the forest and then… the wolf.
Right. Harry mentioned then wolf.
“Harry?” I mentioned. I called the wolf Harry, didn’t I?
“Niall?” Harry called me and I looked at his eyes. They were… twinkling?
He’s acting weird!
I moved farther.
I looked around again and then realized the sky was already black. It’s already night.
“Shit! What time is it?”
“Seven,” Harry answered instantly again.
“Oh… I have to go home!” I stood up. And everyone looked at me with curious gaze. “I’m sorry; it’s just that it’s getting really dark.”
“I’ll bring you home,” I Harry told me. “And then I saw him say something under his breath but I didn’t hear anything although maybe his friends’ heard him because they moved, they walked out of the room leaving me and Harry alone.
“Let me just get a shirt,” he said standing up and moving to a nearby closet. That’s when I realized he didn’t have any shirt when we were sitting so close to each other.
I looked at him choosing a shirt. His back muscles moved flexing, his arms, with biceps relaxing and contracting. I can also see the sexy V line from behind vanishing into the tight jeans that’s keeping his plump ass.
I bit my lips watching his body do some action.
Wait…
Was I checking him out?
I was checking him out.
He finally got a shirt, it was white and he held it in his arms turning to me.
I licked my lips seeing his muscled chest popping. He also had a deep line dividing his stomach into half (left and right) with three sets of abs each.
“Can’t you stay for dinner?” He asked.
I licked my lips again.
Yeah! Delicious dinner…
There’s a thin line of hair starting from his navel vanishing down his jeans, to infinity and beyond.
Totally… dinner…
“Niall?” Harry called.
“Oh… sorry,” I shook my head. “I spaced out,” I lied.
He only gave me an amused look before wearing the shirt giving me a nice view of his flexing abdomen while moving towards me slinging his right arms over my shoulder. “I was asking if you want to have dinner here?”
“I…I…” I stuttered in my speech. I’m feeling too uncomfortable under his arm.
“I’m…” God I hate my tongue. Why was I feeling so uncomfortable and so self-conscious?
I can feel all of Harry’s arm on me. I could feel his body near me and it’s making me warm and flustered. But I somehow liked it.
Am I turning gay for Harry?
There’s this sweet manly smell coming from him that I just can’t help to inhale. It’s intoxicatingly sweet.
Wait…
I just woke up and I could have sweat all over me. I’m gross. I can feel Harry inhaling. Is he smelling me? But I haven’t even put some cologne…
I wanted to push him away because I knew I stink, but I decided I liked our position.
“So how about dinner?” He asked again. How many times did he ask me that?
“Uhm…” I probably should go because my parents were probably worried but a part of me wanted to stay just for a bit, if only I could be in this position longer.
Wait!
That is so gay!
I’m not gay!
Am I?
I’m so confused.
“Uhmmmm what?” Harry asked again. What was he asking again? Right! Dinner.
“I don’t want to impose,” I answer being polite. His hand was squeezing me, massaging the part where my elbow meets my arms.
I feel the blood rush into my face. The little bit of electric pulse from his touch travelled all over my body like spiders crawling down my spine.
“It’s not imposing. You’re actually family now, so you can eat dinner hear… or breakfast… or lunch anytime you want. We’re mates afterall,” he told me and I didn’t understand anything from it. All I know is that his hands are on my shoulder.
He guided me down stairs two stairs where everyone seems to be watching television. But I felt like they were watching us instead.
“I’ll introduce you to everyone first,” he spoke softly near my ear and we moved to everyone at the leaving room. All eyes the turned to me.
I looked to the floor not really comfortable getting too much attention. I’m not used to it.
And I felt like being introduced to the family of my future spouse.
“Hey, everyone, this Niall,” he poke. I looked at him and he was wiggling an eyebrow. I almost laughed if only I wasn’t feeling so nervous being introduced.
“Niall, this is my family,” he pointed out to everyone.
“That my Nana Leticia,” he firstly introduce an old woman with gray hair sitting at a single sitter rocking chair.
“That’s my mum, Anne” he pointed at an older woman, maybe on her thirties still wearing an apron with some reddish stain… She looked just like a slightly older version of the female Harry that greeted me in the room.
“That’s my sister, Gemma.” And the female Harry moved from the crowd taking me away from Harry’s hand and holding me in an embrace.
“Welcome to the family, Niall,” she smiled softly and then stood beside me opposite Harry.
“And maybe you’ve met them at school,” Harry pointed to the other transfer students. “That’s Alaric and Marcus.”
Alaric had a discreet smile while Marcus gave me the goofy outgoing smile. He looked so different that he was strangling the guy Louis, Daisy and Phoebe’s brother.
And the girls Venice and Elizabeth. The two waved at me and I smiled at them. We’re lacking some people like my father and the other’s, they’re probably working,” he explained.
“So that’s for my family,” and then he slings his arm on my shoulder and brought me to the door. “Bye guys…” he waved and before I realized we were out of their house and surrounded by trees. And then I saw the lake.
“Where are we?” I asked amazed.
“My house?” Harry answered.
“I mean, we’re at the forest,” I said still can’t believe it.
“Oh,” he realized what I meant. “We own the land… most of the forest. It’s where we get the timber that we supply your dad,” he explained.
“So that’s it,” and then I realized something when I looked back to the house. I chuckled.
“What are you laughing?” He asked turning his head to me which was a little uncomfortable since we were only a kissing distance. But he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable at all.
“Nothing,” I told him. But really, I was laughing because I felt stupid. We were supposed to take a picture of the haunted house in the forest near the lake. And that’s house is actually Harry’s house.
What were the twins thinking?
“Let’s go,” Harry lead me to a motorcycle at small garage near the house. “It’s easier to use this than the truck.” He then gave me a helmet and he put on one himself. He sat first and then I sat behind him.
“Hold on tight ‘cause the ride’s a little bumpy,” he informed me before starting. The motor roared and the front lights of the motorcycle beamed like a spotlight to wherever Harry points it.
The motorcycled moved slow at first and then started to accelerate. I only held on Harry loosely at first but he pulled my hand closer making my grip on him tighten.
“You’re gonna fall if you don’t hold on tight,” he told me above the motorcycles’ sound.
And then we sped up some more, it’s the time I voluntarily grip him fearing for my as the vehicle jumped whenever there’ a huge lump of solid soil, a hole or a big rock.
It didn’t feel uncomfortable though. It felt rather right, with me there behind him, hugging him. I felt his broad back on my chest and his hard abdomen on my hands.
I think I was groping a little.
I’m gross.
But something made me think I wasn’t gross by this position. It’s the tightening inside my pants. And I move my hips away so that Harry won’t feel the growing bulge.
I was aroused.
By Harry Styles… a guy!
This is so gay!
I turned to the surroundings to change my thoughts. I’m seeing forest. It’s a wide dark forest. There are a lot of trees and bushes and shining circle…
Were those eyes?
And there wasn’t just one pair, there’s also a number if silhouette. They can’t be. They were following us.
“Are those wolves?” I said and then Harry turned to the side where I was looking.
“Those are wolves Harry,” I informed him. And then suddenly we’re out of the forest and back into the town. Harry drove until we were at the front of my house.
“Those wolves were following us,” I told him. “Are you sure it’s okay for you to drive back there with just a motorcycle? It could be dangerous.”
Wait… why was I worrying too much for him. It’s like we were very close all of the sudden.
“I’ll be fine. They’re friendly wolves,” he answered.
“What type of wolves are friendly wolves? There no such thing. They’re carnivores,” I blurted and then I saw Harry frowned.
“Okay…” I said instead. “You be careful okay,” I told him as I give him back the helmet and he slings it on one of his side mirror.
“I’ll be,” he said and then I started to walk to the house when I felt him walk behind me and grab one of my hand.
“Niall,” he called. I turned towards him.
“Yes, Harry…” I answered feeling the warmth of his hand on mine.
“Do you accept me as your mate?” He asked.
I pondered upon the question. He’s just asking me if I treat him as his mate but he sounded more like someone giving a marriage proposal.
I never thought Harry to be this odd.
First the crazy smile and now the crazy proposal-ish friendship request.
“Niall, do you?” He asked again. He had removed his helmet before he pursuit and I could see that this question meant so much to him. I can see the seriousness in his face.
“Of course Harry, I accept you as my mate,” I answered him and a smile slowly crept into his face like he had just won a million bucks. He rolled the palm of his freehand close into a fist and lifted it into the sky.
“Yes!” he yelled which I clearly didn’t understand why.
“Thank you!” and then he brought my hand which he was holding to his lips.
I pulled my hand afterward feeling a little embarrassed.
He then walked to his motorcycle, while whispering the word ‘yes’ repeatedly. I don’t know what’s gotten into him but I smiled anyway.
Harry Styles, your one odd fellow.
-#-
“Trust not the one that speaks of love
For all the tongue can lie
And misery is all you’ll have
And in misery you’ll die”
The words echoed in my head like a song being sang repeatedly and I saw a face. He was looking down at me from the second floor through broken glass window of the Victorian house that stood in the middle of the cliff.
His dark black pupils bore into my blue ones. The black in his pupils spread around his eyes causing even the white to turn black.
I blinked to make sure I was seeing things clearly, and when I looked at him again he was gone.
I let my eyes wander on the totality of the house, checking the window but he was really gone. I turned to check on the other side when I saw a silhouette in front of me.
I looked at it moving my eyes from the ground to the person and saw the guy that was supposed to be inside the house.
He smiled at me.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he told me. “We don’t want to hear anybody scream, do we?” And then it started again. The white in his eyes started to turn to blac until everything was black.
What’s happening?
“We don’t want to hear anybody scream, do we?”
He opened his mouth slightly and I saw two long canine starting to grow. I felt my heart panic.
“Are you afraid, Niall?” He asked in his creepy cold voice.
“Don’t be, I’m not gonna hurt you. In fact, I’m gonna protect you. I’m a friend Niall. I’m not gonna hurt you because I love you.”
He started to walk closer to me and I started to walk backwards. He moved faster and then suddenly he was in front of me, just inches away.
And I heard myself scream.
I opened my eyes.
My breathing was ragged and harsh. That was such a scary dream. Why was I dreaming like Liam is such a scary demon.
I leaned to one side of the bed, the one facing the window. And I put Harry face into my mind, then drifted to sleep.
-#-
I went to town to buy some supplies and then some ingredients for pie, some flour and butter since mom insisted on making a pie for the Styles, for rescuing me from the wolf in the forest.
I still haven’t heard from the two girl twins, but according to Zayn who called earlier in the morning, they were fine.
They immediately informed Zayn about me and the wolf after they arrived at the town, but Zayn saw Harry with me, so he just went back to town.
“Oh, hey, schoolmate…” I was looking through stacks of flour when I heard a loud cheerful voice that made me flinch. It wasn’t the cheerfulness that shocked me, but the owner. I remembered that voice even if I hadn’t even talked to him much. I’ve seen and talked to him more times in my dream than in real life, so I know it’s him. Its Liam Payne holding a grocery basket filled with greens.
And how ironic, when in my dream he is an effking vampire.
Stupid dream!
Do vampires even eat Lettuce, or are vampires supposed to be vegan?
“Hey,” I said back after a few pondering then walked away from him. Whatever my dream was, most of them came true so I think I’m gonna make a decision and avoid him.
I don’t believe that vampire’s exist so I was thinking that my dream about him being a vampire is telling me that he’s not a good company, right? I’ll stick to that explanation.
“Hey…” he followed me. “I was just having conversation. What did I do?”
“I’m trying to focus,” I told him concentrating on the brands of flour display on the shelves. “I don’t have the time to play.”
“But you have so much time to play with little Harry yesterday,” I froze when he said that. “You even let little Harry kissed your little hand… like the little gay couple you were,” he told me.
I turned to where he was and glared at him.
“What’s your problem?” I was pretty sure I yelled because some costumers glanced at us. I then turned away from him pissed without looking back.
And as I was in queue to pay, I felt a warm air on my ear followed by Liam’s voice. “If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination.” He said and I clearly did remember that verse from the bible.
I just ignored him.
“Oh! But you haven’t lied with him as you lie with a woman right,” he continued to whisper on my ear like the devil he was. “Not yet anyway,” he added.
I really wanted to punch his face but I controlled my anger. I passed through the register and paid my groceries then hurried out of the groceries and hopefully away from Liam.
“Hey but as they say now, gay is okay, right?” His irritating vice came again. I tried to ignore him texting my dad to pick me up since he didn’t want me driving the car, in my age.
“But Mommy and Daddy will surely hate you for being a faggot,” he blurted and the blood rushed to my head. I saw red.
I clenched my fist into a ball and hit him. But I just got thrown into the cemented floor of the parking lot.
I glared daggers at Liam who only smirked at me.
“I am not gay!” I blurted. “My parent will love me whatever I am,” I told him. “…even if I’m gay, which clearly I am not.”
“Be careful of the world love, Niall… not everyone’s telling the truth,” he said playfully.
“Everyone lies to be loved, and everyone choses whom they love,” he explains and I rolled my eyes at him. “they can chose to unlove you if you brought them shame.”
“So your parents love you now you say… but we don’t know the future, when Harry successfully turns you gay.”
“I.Am.Not.Gay.”
The smile on his face widens. “But Harry surely is. A guy who kisses the hand of another guy can’t be straight, right?” he told me.
I remembered it. Harry did it twice.
“It you’re not gay, then maybe Harry’s rubbing the gay on you,” he said looking down on me. “You should stay away from him and go with hang out with real straight men, like me!”
And then he walked away into a motorcycle.
Is Harry really turning me gay?
That can’t be good.
I need to seriously stay away from him. ||Stay tuned for more
So what can you guys say about this one? Do you hate Liam now? He sure does feels irritating this chapter.
How about Harry? What can you all say about Harry?
Who do you think are those people mentioned in the warning that the silver haired man told Niall?
I hope you guys enjoyed this. It’s raw so it may need to be edited a little. VOTES and COMMENT will be very much appreciated. ~fcee
© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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[Date Stamp 21.JAN.15]
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