Right next to You - One Direction

Nana is a 16 year old girl, better known as Niall Horan's girlfriend. Their relationship is totally fine, but what happens when reality starts to reach and prevent their dreamy-love-life? When a tragic event turns upside down on their daily routine? Will they stick together or face the fact that they have to let go? Read "Right next to You" to find out! Also, I wanna thank Ditte Hallenberg very much for helping me out, she's absolutely amazing.


15. If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

One Direction - "Chasing Cars" (Lyrics Version)

Please replay it when it's over :-)


I heard a knock on the door downstairs and I immediately put my hair up in a crooked ponytail. The stairs seemed extra slippery today and I was about to stumble a few times.  


"ZAYN!" exclaimed I for the first time in a few days now, with a bit of happiness in my voice. "I've missed you so so much" I murmured with my face against his neck as we met in a hug.   


He gently took hold of my chin and pointed my face up at him. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay" he said and I sniffed, rubbed the water in my eyes away and tried my hardest to put a smile on my lips. "I need to talk to you though. Are you alone?" His eyes became darker and I stiffened for a short second. "Nana, are you alone?" he asked again impatiently.  


I nodded "Ditte's at work and Harry's with 'Fire In The Red Head, Ed'". He giggled and I let him come inside.    


He took a deep breath before he started, as we sat in the livingroom. "Twitter.." he murmured.  


"Oh.." I said very low in suprise, with almost no voice at all.   


He found my hand and squeezed it without hurting me. My eyes wandered around. I did not know where I should look, on Zayn? Of course not. The floor, perhaps? He must not think I do not care about him now when he opens up, despite his sorrow over the almost loss of his best friend.  


"I want you to know." He said very stiffly.  


No. "But I don't want to." The word just flew out of my mouth. What the fuck, of course I wanna know? Why wouldn't I? We made eye contact and he gazed intense at me. I nodded as a sign of 'go on, then'.    


I watched him write his email and then his password. He typed very calm and make sure that he had hit the keys, very precisely. He clicked enter and got greeted by the big logo "TWITTER" and hundreds of hundreds tweets. I felt the blood in my veins pump around even faster and faster as he started to search for 'Niall Horan'.   


My hands got sweaty and I looked away. He squeezed my hand even harder now. He moved his lips with no sound coming out. "It's okay" his lips moved.  


He handed me the Mac and with shaking hands I took it and began to read. Very carefully I made sure I didn't look at the picture of.. him.. Niall. I clicked on the tweet with trembling hands.  


"Louis Tomlinson @Louis_Tomlinson

I'm very sad about the fact we haven't showed up at the last couple of concerts. We love you. And remember kids, MAKE YOUR HOMEWORK! :)"


"Niall Horan @NiallOfficial

@Louis_Tomlinson Oh yeah, that's the only thing you're sad about? Damn, you're SO supportive, huh? Not cool bro, not cool !!"


My breathing was getting strange and uncontrollable and I managed to get a quick look of all the fans who went completely crazy as I scrolled desperately down the page in hunger for more tweets to read.  


Before long, Zayn tore the laptop out of my hands and took it in his muscular arms like it was his baby.    "Don't," he advised me and deep down inside I knew it was absolutely stupid of me to pay attention to the fans and their statements right now. "It'll only hurt you.." he continued.


I nodded and water filled my eyes. "I'm already hurted, Zayn. My heart's in thousands of pieces" my hoarse voice broke as I began to talk. "You know that…" I continued with the water in my eyes now running down my cheeks. Even when I tried with every muscle in my whole entire body to force the words out my mouth my voice was extremely low. 


His jaw dropped open as I was completely honest with him and told about my feelings for the first time since.. Since.. Him. Niall. As the day passed I found it even harder to talk about.. That. That.. Break. Ending. Thing. 


He found his way to me in the large sofa and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. Oh god, how I miss Niall's hugs. I closed my eyes as we hugged in what seemed like forever and I pretended that Zayn was Niall. Niall back in my arms, oh my... 


Zayn could defiantly be a good replacement. I mean, he likes me, he hugs me, understands me and... OMG! NO NANA, don't even go there! 


His warm and peppermint breath hit my cheek, but it did not bother me at all. "Shh babygirl.." he stroke my hair gently and I felt his body heat. "Don't cry, don't cry".

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