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Nevaeh

He tries to unclasp my bra, but that's when my mind comes to an entire logic. I couldn't believe my eyes; doing these thing with him, with the 4 year gap between us. I was in shock, my heart raced; beating harder and faster by the second. "Niall, stop." I moan.

"Why?" He sexually groans as he works his lips on my neck. Any longer, my neck will be bruised with love bites.

"Just stop!" I cry. This time, he stops slowly, giving me a confused look. "This is wrong!" I push myself off of him, grabbing a hold of my t-shirt and throw it back on.

"W-what's wrong?" He whines, dressing back up. "I thought you were having a good time! A good time with me!"

"Niall we can't be together. We are both high, we both don't know what we are doing!" I said, walking towards the door to his room.

"I do," he chases me, "I like you!"

"Leave me alone!" I started to panic; my head is practically spinning.

"Calm down!" He tries coming closer to me, but I push him away. I run outside, trying to reach my room. I was still a bit woozy, I felt as if I was entering a new world. I also had this weird hankering for just about anything; one of the only times I have ever felt hungry. I unlock the door to my bedroom fast enough that Niall couldn't get to me in time. Slamming the door behind me, I made sure the lock was secure. He banged on the door, begging me to come out. But I did not listen, covering my ears with the pillows from my bed. This is where I loose all power. It is I who is scared of him, now.

"Nev... Please, I am so sorry." He sadly cries through the door. His voice was light. He no longer tried to barge in, he just spoke softly and hoped I was listening. "Please don't tell your mother, I need this job."

I picked up the courage to unlock the door. I just want to answer him. "I'm not going to tell her, that's for sure." I speak, leaving a barrier between us with the door.

"Thank you." He lowered his head to gaze down at me. I push him slightly before he gets too close.

"But," I warned.

"But, what?" He questioned.

"I want nothing to do with you." I glare madly at him. This is where I gain control of the power I had lost. "I don't want to talk to you, nor do I want you near me unless it is necessary."

He squinted his eyes at me as if I said something completely stupid.

"As a matter of fact," I growled, "I don't even want to see you."

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Niall

"What?" I questioned. Does she really think I can just vanish from her sight? I practically live with her. But, I need this job, and if that means I'm gonna have to follow her orders too, shit man, I'm gonna have to do it.

"You heard me." She warned. God, for a 16 year old, she's quite the bitch. My state of mind is coming to, slowly. Hopefully soon I can think correctly. Right now, I have no idea what I've been doing lately. Like seriously, a 16 year old?! I've been practically fucking with a toddler.

"Okay." I say before I trail off to my own room. I open the door and quickly collapse onto my bed. The bed I almost fucked a teenager. She's right, we can't be like this. I am 20 years old, I should be focused on women my age, and be doing adult things like the adult I am!

But, it's just her... She's so... So different. So different in a way that is very uneasy to describe.

I know it is terribly wrong to be messing with a girl 4 years younger than me. It is basically against the law here, I think. Ohh, but how I wish she was just a little bit older, or I a little bit younger. It is an immense pain in the arse.