A/N: Sorry again for the wait. School blows. Work blows. LOL well here's
the next chapter. Sorry, if any of ya were waiting!!Some hunter/morganis
for ya'll!
"Please hear me out Morgan!" He begged. He's lucky I couldn't move, because I would have been up and kicking.
"Don't you know th meaning of get out. Can't you tell you are clearly not wanted here?!" I stood up from my bed, forgetting all about the pain running through my body. I collapsed, falling to the ground. Killian rushed over and to help me up. "Don't touch me." I shriveled up against the armchair. He bent down and stared me straight in the eye.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgan,"he said softly. He tried to help me up, but I refused the help. Using the armchair, I hoisted myself up.
"Killian, go away. I can't take seeing you right now. Go." I cried. He shrunk away from me.
"I'm not evil Morgan. Remember that. Call if you need me. Us." He opened the door, taking one last look at me and left. Dammit Killian, I thought, pushed myself back onto my bed, tears in my eyes.
"Morgan?" I heard Hunter's voice from the front door. He walked in and looked at me. "Are you okay?" He bolted towards me, and hugged me lightly.
I sat up straighter, "I'm fine, just fine." He sat back in front of me and peered at me. He made me raise my head, so he could look into my eyes. My soul.
"Why are you about to cry?" He asked me quietly. I shifted my eyes, thinking quickly of a believable excuse. I didn't want to tell him about Killian.
"I bumped my ankle," lying quickly, I looked at my ankle. It was wrapped in a tensor bandage. Hunter shifted, raising his hand, and stretching his arm. His hand gently lay on it. He muttered a few words in another language, and I instantly felt better.
"Thanks," I whispered. I felt completely weak under his gaze.
"When do you expect your parent's and sister will be home?" He breathed.
"Ten at the earliest," I squeaked. Hunter grinned widely. My courage, and curiosity got the best of me, "what's running through that dirty mind of yours Mr. Niall?"
"I'm a nineteen year old male, alone at his girlfriends house. Do you really want to know Mrs. Future-Niall?" I bit my lip. Damn him for being to sexy. We suddenly got into a nice session of making out.
"Ow!"I yelped. Hunter had touched a sensitive bruise. His hand recoiled, then he pulled back.
"Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" He asked, breathing hard. I closed my eyes and nodded. The bruise he touched was the worst one, on my whole body. The one on my knee. It was the first part of me that hit the ground when I fell. My stomach gave a low rumble, startling us both.
He laughed and stood up, suddenly leaving me cold. "Would you like me to find you some food?" I smiled and blinked a bunch of times.
"I would get up, but ya know," I motioned to my body. He chuckled and came close to my face, "Is great." Kissing my forehead, careful to stay away from the stitches, then walked into the kitchen. Leaving me to fight down redness in my face.
"What would you like to eat?" Hunter called. I heard the fridge open. I remembered my little note from everyone.
"It's in the oven." I yelled back. He came back into the living room, with a plate steaming warm. He helped me eat it.
"Want to watch a movie?" I asked. He nodded, then walked over and picked a movie, then popped in into the VCR. We sat in silence, his arm loosely around my shoulder.
"Cold?" He got up and grabbed an afghan blanket that was hanging on the back of another couch. He sat back down, and tossed it over us.
"Thank you," I said quietly. He looked at me, slightly surprised.
"What for?" he kissed my forehead lightly.
"Coming over, taking care of me. You didn't have to," I covered my mouth, yawning.
"I do have to take care of you. Your going to be my wife one day Morgan. It's my job. Besides, I wanted to. Goddess your beautiful." I smiled, and turned back to the movie. My ego was about to blow up. I could feel the happiness bubbling in my stomach, as my eyes fluttered shut.
"Morgan Rowlands!" I jumped. Oh no. Hunter and I had fallen asleep. On the couch. Both covered in a blanket. The same blanket.
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"Please hear me out Morgan!" He begged. He's lucky I couldn't move, because I would have been up and kicking.
"Don't you know th meaning of get out. Can't you tell you are clearly not wanted here?!" I stood up from my bed, forgetting all about the pain running through my body. I collapsed, falling to the ground. Killian rushed over and to help me up. "Don't touch me." I shriveled up against the armchair. He bent down and stared me straight in the eye.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgan,"he said softly. He tried to help me up, but I refused the help. Using the armchair, I hoisted myself up.
"Killian, go away. I can't take seeing you right now. Go." I cried. He shrunk away from me.
"I'm not evil Morgan. Remember that. Call if you need me. Us." He opened the door, taking one last look at me and left. Dammit Killian, I thought, pushed myself back onto my bed, tears in my eyes.
"Morgan?" I heard Hunter's voice from the front door. He walked in and looked at me. "Are you okay?" He bolted towards me, and hugged me lightly.
I sat up straighter, "I'm fine, just fine." He sat back in front of me and peered at me. He made me raise my head, so he could look into my eyes. My soul.
"Why are you about to cry?" He asked me quietly. I shifted my eyes, thinking quickly of a believable excuse. I didn't want to tell him about Killian.
"I bumped my ankle," lying quickly, I looked at my ankle. It was wrapped in a tensor bandage. Hunter shifted, raising his hand, and stretching his arm. His hand gently lay on it. He muttered a few words in another language, and I instantly felt better.
"Thanks," I whispered. I felt completely weak under his gaze.
"When do you expect your parent's and sister will be home?" He breathed.
"Ten at the earliest," I squeaked. Hunter grinned widely. My courage, and curiosity got the best of me, "what's running through that dirty mind of yours Mr. Niall?"
"I'm a nineteen year old male, alone at his girlfriends house. Do you really want to know Mrs. Future-Niall?" I bit my lip. Damn him for being to sexy. We suddenly got into a nice session of making out.
"Ow!"I yelped. Hunter had touched a sensitive bruise. His hand recoiled, then he pulled back.
"Sorry, sorry. Are you alright?" He asked, breathing hard. I closed my eyes and nodded. The bruise he touched was the worst one, on my whole body. The one on my knee. It was the first part of me that hit the ground when I fell. My stomach gave a low rumble, startling us both.
He laughed and stood up, suddenly leaving me cold. "Would you like me to find you some food?" I smiled and blinked a bunch of times.
"I would get up, but ya know," I motioned to my body. He chuckled and came close to my face, "Is great." Kissing my forehead, careful to stay away from the stitches, then walked into the kitchen. Leaving me to fight down redness in my face.
"What would you like to eat?" Hunter called. I heard the fridge open. I remembered my little note from everyone.
"It's in the oven." I yelled back. He came back into the living room, with a plate steaming warm. He helped me eat it.
"Want to watch a movie?" I asked. He nodded, then walked over and picked a movie, then popped in into the VCR. We sat in silence, his arm loosely around my shoulder.
"Cold?" He got up and grabbed an afghan blanket that was hanging on the back of another couch. He sat back down, and tossed it over us.
"Thank you," I said quietly. He looked at me, slightly surprised.
"What for?" he kissed my forehead lightly.
"Coming over, taking care of me. You didn't have to," I covered my mouth, yawning.
"I do have to take care of you. Your going to be my wife one day Morgan. It's my job. Besides, I wanted to. Goddess your beautiful." I smiled, and turned back to the movie. My ego was about to blow up. I could feel the happiness bubbling in my stomach, as my eyes fluttered shut.
"Morgan Rowlands!" I jumped. Oh no. Hunter and I had fallen asleep. On the couch. Both covered in a blanket. The same blanket.
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