YOUR POV
The club pulsed with music, a kaleidoscope of lights swirling around us. Niall, my boyfriend, had just headed to the bar to grab drinks for Mandie and me. We were already lost in the rhythm, singing along to the beat, when a stranger approached. He had unremarkable brown hair and eyes, but his intentions were anything but. I was already feeling the effects of the drinks, a hazy warmth spreading through me, and initially dismissed him as just another dancer trying to flirt.
“So, what’s your name?” he yelled over the music, his voice too close.
“(Y/N)!” I shouted back, grinning.
“Alright, (Y/N). How about you come back to my place?” He squeezed my bum, a crude gesture that sent a shiver of discomfort down my spine.
I laughed, swatting his hand away. “You are very naughty! You should know I have a boyfriend.”
“And you should know that I don’t care,” he retorted, tightening his grip around my waist. His lips found my neck, hot and insistent. I struggled to pull away, but he was stronger than he looked. Mandie, sensing the danger, tried to intervene, but he shoved her to the floor with brutal force.
Then, a wave of righteous fury crashed into our little world. Niall materialized, pulling the man off me with a savage grip. He threw a punch, connecting with the guy’s jaw. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON MY GIRL!” he roared, his voice laced with fury. He kicked the man in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward. “If I find your hands on her again, I will murder you!”
Niall grabbed Mandie and me, ushering us out of the club, into the cool night air.
“What the fuck was that, (Y/N)?” Niall demanded, his eyes blazing with anger.
I stared at him blankly, the alcohol clouding my thoughts. I was too intoxicated to fully process what had happened. Mandie, thankfully sober, stepped forward to defend me. “She tried to push him off her, but he was too strong, Niall. She told him she had a boyfriend, but he said he didn’t care…”
“You didn’t do any better, Mandie. I didn’t see you helping her!” Niall snapped, turning his frustration on her.
“I did! I was trying to pull her away from him, but he shoved me away!” Mandie retorted, her voice trembling with indignation.
Niall stared at me, his expression softening with concern. “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I mumbled, feeling the weight of his worry.
“Alright, let’s go home. C’mon on, Mandie.” Niall wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding us to the car. After dropping Mandie off at her place, we drove to our apartment. The night air hung heavy with tension. The moment he locked the bedroom door, Niall’s demeanor shifted. His earlier anger melted into a raw intensity, and he showed me, in a way I could never forget, what happens when girls are naughty.