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© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Hey there my sweet cupcakes.
Realize that the title changed from MATE TO WHO? to MATED SOUL… I just think the later sounds a bit more dramatic than the first. Also notice the cover changes… (Comments)
I’m back again with another update from our sweet boys. And there would be a lot of lip-locking this chapter.
Oooooopsie, sorry for the spoiler.
But you’ll have to read to find out more. Don’t forget to VOTE and COMMENT to show the love.
Happy Reading. ~fCee
“We are meant to be together, you and I. I am your soul mate… my mated half.” ~Harry
8) Confusion – Niall
So he really does like me. And not just as a friend. He likes me more than that.
He even kissed me. Friends don’t kiss on the lips, only lovers do that. He wanted to be my lover. But we were both males!
I touched my lips.
Even though I should feel repulsed by it, and however I force my mind to feel angry, I didn’t.
In fact I think I very much liked what he did.
Shit!
He is turning me gay. He’s putting ideas in my mind and turning me like him.
Maybe Liam was right. I should stay away from Harry. I should no longer associate myself with him, especially because I have confirmed it.
I don’t want him turning me gay. God, what would my parents say? What would my friends say? People will hate me.
“What happened there?” Zayn asked looking at me intensely. We were in his car on the way to my house.
“N-nothing…” I answered.
I hope he didn’t see anything. I hope he didn’t discover what Harry did or he might just think I’m like him. God, I don’t want Zayn to hate me. He was one of my closes friends.
What will think if he knew I kissed a guy and I liked it? I’m sure he would be angry at me.
“Are you sure?” He asked again as he stopped the car in front of my house. “It didn’t look like nothing to me. He even locked the door down.”
Yeah!
Harry did lock the door so how was Zayn able to open it? The door itself was old, so maybe the lock was broken in the first place.
“I’m really fine,” I told him avoiding his gaze as I took my bag and jumped off his car.
“He didn’t hurt you or anything?” He probed again peeking his head through the car window.
“No!” I answered and he smiled. “I’m just making sure you’re okay, or he’ll get what he’s searching for.”
I smiled.
I really love having Zayn acted like the big brother I never had since I don’t have any. I was an only child.
I made my way to our house passing through our white picket fence, smelling the nice green Bermuda grass growing on our front porch as the sprinkles water them.
The sky was already orange and the smell of grilled meat greeted me as I stepped in front of our door. Mum usually cooked early supper if dad was around not working late at the workshop. We usually eat before seven during this time and rest early as well.
As I opened the door, dad was watching television and news about a red moon.
“That’s very unusual and it’s already coming near,” he said intently looking at the television. “They say it only comes every hundred years.”
“Hey dad,” I greeted him and he waved at me before turning the television off. I went into the kitchen with mum to see what’s cooking.
We ate dinner and talked about the things that happened during the day before we three dispersed into our own little paradise.
A man with long silver hair in long flowing white silk dress stood near a dead tree holding a knife. Behind him stood a woman in white dress, her curly silver hair floated in the air as she herself hovered inches from the ground in her bare feet.
Both beings stood out in all white while surrounded by the darkness of the night, in a barren hill.
A crow cried and the shadow that covered the night slowly vanished as the clouds moved revealing the beams of the full moon. The wind then blew and the white glow of the moon slowly dimmed again.
The shrilling of the crow continued like an omen for an impending doom making every creature shiver. Birds flew away from the place, even small rabbits and ants dashed to get far.
The forest a distance away from the barren land where the two creatures in white stood turned silent, like it was trying its very best to be still, like it was hiding. Even the trees we’re afraid.
The crow stopped crying. The wind stopped whispering. The waves below the cliff where the barren lands stood stopped moving. It was a total silence, like the world was waiting for something to happen.
The two entities near the dead tree turned to the sky and the dimmed light of the moon started turning yellow to orange and changing to crimson red, it was like the sky was bleeding. Moments later, the whole sky turned to blood as the moon slowly vanished like it was being eaten by the shadows.
And soon enough the moon was no longer in the sky.
The man with the knife held his hand near the dead tree and the knife against his palm. He then started to cut across his palm chanting foreign words and crimson blood started dripping from his hand to the trunk of the dead tree.
I felt a searing pain on my palm as I look at the two being on the hill. I turn to my hand and saw blood flowing out of a deep cut and realized I was standing in front of the dead oak, where the two stood.
I saw as my blood fell on the root of the dead tree.
How could it be possible?
I pulled my hands near my body and held my wrist tightly to stop the bleeding but the pain didn’t stop. The blood flowed like river, it never slowed.
“The druid must be killed!” A woman yelled behind me. I turned around to see that the surroundings had changed. The sky was no longer red, the bleeding on my hand stopped.
I was standing on a forest near a lake. It was a familiar place. I felt like I’ve been there before.
“The druid should be hunted and killed. We will take no chance. The druid must be killed or we all will perish,” a woman in red dress sitting on a broom that floated above the lake commanded.
“Kill him,” she pointed at me. Her eyes started to change in beaming red, like they were burning. And slowly I felt pain on my skin. Fire started to surround me eating my flesh. It was scorching and painful, it was worse than being skinned alive. The pungent smell of my flesh burning whiffed my nose gagging me as I panted for air. I was dying.
And then I opened my eyes, sweat forming on my forehead and even my whole body was damped with perspiration.
It was just a nightmare, an awfully lifelike nightmare.
I wipe the moisture on my temple and closed my eyes again. I turn side to side but sleep didn’t visit me. So I went off my bed and started walking out of my room. I walked down the stairs and saw the lights at the kitchen turned on. My parents were talking, they were arguing.
My parents were the perfect husband and wife, and they never argue, not that I know of, not in front of me anyway. So I walked slowly to the kitchen to listen.
I had just put my ear on the wall near the living room when I heard my dad cleared his throat.
“Nie?” He called by my nickname and I stiffened.
“Nie we know you’re there. It’s not nice to eavesdrop,” mum told me and I sighed in defeat.
“Yes… mum,” I answered and then walked back to my room.
I was really curious to know what they were talking about. I heard something like a vacation during this coming week, but I wasn’t sure. And how can those two think of vacation when I still have school to attend.
I didn’t think about it much. I only went back to my room and then closed my eyes forcing myself to sleep.
“Nie… Niall, your friend’s here to give you a ride to school,” mum called.
I just got out of the bathroom so I looked at my watch. Zayn was thirty minutes early than his usual routine.
Zayn Malik always dropped by to give me a ride since my parents so many times denied my request to buy me a car reasoning that it was too dangerous for a teenage boy to drive. And they even went as far as to say it was better for the environment, to help save and conserve fuel by carpooling.
I mean how can they saw that, when dads business was involving cutting huge trees to make furniture’s. That’s hypocrisy! But of course I didn’t argue.
I dashed down the stairs to see a guy with short jet-black hair in leather jacket, with white undershirt, tight jeans and black leather boots.
That’s not Zayn.
That’s the guy with the unusually red lips and shades that never left his eyes, Liam Payne.
“Hey,” he greeted me with his usual cold husky voice when he saw me stop in the middle of the stairs. “You’re mom just invited me in, so I took on the offer.”
He stood up from being seated on the couch that faces our television.
“Liam,” I muffled his name as I continued my pace down the stairs.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” mum told me and she vanished to the kitchen. “Nie… do you want to eat breakfast first or do you want to bring it to school? Liam, any breakfast for you?” She called and we heard clattering of kitchen wares from where she went.
“Thanks Mrs. Horan, but I already ate,” Liam spoke moving his red lips revealing his perfectly aligned white teeth.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed some toast without saying anything to Liam. I then went to the living room getting my phone out my pocket and texting Zayn not to drop by.
“So you’re my ride,” it wasn’t a question, but I put a lot of mockery in it.
“Why? Do you prefer you’re boyfriend to give you a ride?” He asked as I covered his mouth. It was a good thing mom was so busy in the kitchen and dad was back to our workshop that nobody heard a thing.
“You clearly weren’t so shy about it yesterday,” he blurted removing my hands from his lips.
My eyes widened.
“What?” He asked moving near me. “You think I didn’t know about your dirty little secret,” he whispered just near my ear letting his breath touch my neck. And then I heard him sniffed me.
He knew?
How the hell did he know?
“Let’s go,” he walked ahead of me and I followed gnawing on the now tasteless toast in my hand. It’s not that flavor that was the problem. I just didn’t have the appetite to eat anymore.
I followed him on his car, he opened the door to the front seat and I entered. He then sat on the drive seat and started driving… and then we drove to school in silence.
It was awkward, really.
I didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t know what he wanted from me. I didn’t even know why I was with him in his car.
The ride took what seemed like an hour until the school came into view, and relief surged into me.
Liam parked the car and I immediately opened the door so I could get away from him. I was just about to get jump off when I felt his hand on my arm.
“What?” I blurted feeling his cold hand.
“It seems that you won’t consider staying away from Harry, so I’m also doing things my ways,” and he pulled me closer to him. He took me by surprise and suddenly his lips were crashing into mine.
I started to pull away, but he was strong and he held me in place. I closed my lips but he force his way in… and soon enough I opened for him. I don’t know why, but I felt something familiar from his kiss.
I felt nostalgia. It was like I’ve been kissed that way before, by those very same lips. And then the kiss ended.
“Why?” It was the only word that came from my mouth. Maybe I was asking myself why, or maybe him. I was so confused.
“You should go,” he answered and then pushed me off his car.
I stood on the school ground disoriented. I touch my lips. Liam kissed me and it was a different kiss, it wasn’t like that of Harry’s.
Harry’s kiss was full of warmth of passion and need, that’s how I would describe it. Liam’s was more of longing, and he made me feel like I had kissed him like that before.
Why am I feeling like this?
The problem wasn’t even me kissing a boy, but me feeling this way. I looked at Liam’s fading back. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something about him seemed awfully familiar.
It felt like a memory from long long time ago wanted to burst out from the hidden archive in my brain. Everything was so confusing.
The bell rang and everyone settled for class, people rushed to be on their seats before the teacher came. I was already in my seat when someone yanked me from it.
A strong hand gripped me on the wrist and dragged me out of the classroom; I followed not resisting because of the painful grip on my wrist.
I walked, or more specifically got dragged for several minutes before the person pulling me stopped. I then felt myself being pushed on the wall near the locker and angry eyes glared at me.
“What that hell?” I blurted yanking my hand away from Harry. “What is this all about? Class is about to start Harry.”
“You’re my problem, Niall.” I could feel anger in his voice. I could also feel pain and betrayal.
“What?”
And then he crashed his lips on mine and then moved his lips on to my neck.
“You kissed him,” there was anger in that whisper. “You let him kiss you,” he said. And then I felt a pang of pain on my neck like he bit me. I felt myself shiver and intense pleasure surged from where the pain started.
It felt like his moist lips suck my skin and suddenly it was like he was licking me all over my body. It felt to me like his tongue traced its way to my collarbone, moving along my shoulders to arm while simultaneously tracing its way down my body to my legs and other part of my physique. It felt like he was kissing me all over when his lips were only biting me on my neck. I convulsed, feeling my sudden arousal and immediate release.
It felt uncomfortable, feeling something sticky inside my pants.
“Niall, you are mine… I’ve marked you mine,” Harry’s hand clasped on my arm.
We were alone in the locker area since the bell had long rung signifying the start of the first subject.
“Harry, stop this madness,” I pulled my hand away from him.
“I am not your boyfriend. Don’t act like a jealous lover, because were not together,” I said and started for the classroom from where he dragged me out.
“Niall,” Harry’s voice echoed in the hall as he called me but I didn’t look back at him. I only continued to walk until I felt his arms on my waist and then he pushed me on a wall again.
“We are meant to be together, you and I.” He put his arms on both side of my body. “I am your soul mate… my mated half, why can’t you understand that. And I don’t want my mate near that blood sucking Liam Payne,” he sniffed on my neck which made me shiver remembering how he made me feel, and the sticky fluid inside my pants.
“He rubs his disgusting smell on you.”
“Stop this Harry,” I pushed him away but he was stronger, much stronger. “I don’t believe in soul mates or whatever madness this is. I’m not even attracted to you. I’m not gay, Harry!”
Harry didn’t speak anything anymore. I tried again to push him away… until I saw something on his eyes, determination.
I knew then that there was no convincing Harry about how seriously senseless his idea was.
Then I saw Harry’s pinkish lips moving closer to my face… to my lips. I gulped knowing what he was planning.
Harry, again, crashed his lips on mine. It was just a light contact at first until he started to take my lower lip in between his own, licking it with his tongue.
I felt a delicious warmth and softness and though my mind was telling me to stop, to push the boy away from me, my lips did the opposite.
I kissed him back. I parted my lips and Harry took that as an invitation to enter my mouth. He pushed his tongue inside my lips exploring my whole orifice, tasting me. He seduced my tongue out sucking it with his playful lip.
I don’t know what came into me but I snaked my arms around his neck to move our lips even closer, and a grunt of disappointment came after Harry pulled away from the kiss.
“Is that how you’re not attracted to me?” He asked sarcastically with an arrogant smirk playing on his lips.
I turned red avoiding Harry’s eyes and pushed him away, still he didn’t budge.
“Well, you can continue to play hard to get my Niall, but that kiss answered everything for me,” Harry whispered letting his lips slightly brush my ears.
“And soon, I’ll have your body answer like that too,” he released his hold on me. “But remember… I don’t want you near that Liam Payne, or I might be forced to make some drastic measures.”
Harry winked still with a wide grin on his face as he walked away leaving me red faced leaning on the wall.
What just happened to me?
I slapped my face but still I couldn’t get over what happened. Harry kissed me again. And again I responded… I liked it.
This is mad! This is a problem.
I’m gay! || Stay tuned for more
So did Niall finally accept it, or will he still run away from Harry?
And what about Liam, why was he so familiar? Who is he in Niall’s life?
And don’t forget, the time for the sky to turn red is coming. Although it might not be a problem, if Niall’s on a vacation somewhere far (like Hawaii of the Bahamas) like what his parents were talking about.
Oh well, the red witch is deep asleep… so it’s not a problem right? Or maybe the real threat was the woman in white?
Gosh… so many things going on, I (and my fingers) can barely cope up. ‘Till next time.
Don’t forget to VOTE and COMMENT. I will very much appreciate it. ~fcee
© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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[Date Stamp 28.JAN.15]
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