Isn't she lovely

Isabell runs away from her dad and doesnt know where to go. She finally realises about a place she hadnt been for years. when she gets there she hears someone coming. Was it her dad, coming to get her? no, it was niall. But why was he there, and how did he know about the place??

From there on, the story begins :)

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3. A Helping Hand

ISABELLS POV:

   His home was so beautiful. It was very big and spacious. A lady walked round the corner and saw me. She stopped and just stared at me. "You look like Alexandra." She started. "She was my friend in high school." I smiled as she said this. "She is my mum," Thinking about her made me smile. "Amazing, anyway, how do you two know eachother?" She asked. "And why are you carrying her Niall?" "Oh, she hurt her ankle, and I met her in the secret park. Her name is Isabell" I looked at him and smiled. "What a beautiful name. Mine is Maura" She stated. "Mum? Can she say here for a while?" Niall asked. His eyes grew sad. "Why? What's wrong?" His mum asked. She could see the hurt in Nialls eyes. "Long story short, she has nowhere else to go." He said quickly. "Ofcourse darling, anything. You make yourself right at home," She said to me and smiled fatefully. He carried me to the lounge. As he carried me in a saw four boys sitting on the couch. I recognised them from somewhere. "Isabell, this is Liam, Harry, Louis and Zayn," I looked at Niall as if to say 'Is it okay?' "It's okay," He wispered. I believed him, so I looked at them all and waved to them. They all waved back. "There in my band, called One Direction," Niall stated. That's where I remembered them from. I remember seeing them on the poster. They were all very good looking, but I had to admit, Niall blew me away.

 

 

LIAMS POV:

   "So...Where did you meet?" I asked. Why was he carrying her? That's Niall trying to be romantic for ya. I chucked to myself. Niall hesitated for a quick moment "We...ah, met at a park." They looked like they had something going on. "She is going to be staying with us for a while," Niall continued. "Just before you ask, she has nowhere else to go, so I brought her here." "Ummh Niall? Why are you carrying her? That's what I wanna know," Louis questioned. "Oh, right!...she hurt her ankle." He placed her on the sofa and sat next to her, a bit embarrassed. "Do you want me to get yoo some ice?" Zayn asked her. Before she answer she looked at Niall and he nodded his head. "Yes please," She answered with a soft voice. Why did she do that? Why did she look at Niall all the time before answering to us? It was like she was scared of us or something.

 

NIALLS POV:

   I wanted to know what happened to her that make her so scared of everyone around her. I could tell that I was getting through to her because she would talk to me prefectly fine, she didn't hesatate anymore. Zayn brought back the ice and gave it to me. I gently put it on her ankle and she cryed in agony "AAHH!! that really hurts," She said to me. "Have you been walking on it before I saw you?" I asked, because sometimes that can make it worse. "Well, yes," She said to me quietly. "I had to run from my dad, he was chasing me," She said now wispering in my ear. I was shoked and upset. Why was he chasing her, but It's better if I didn't ask at the moment. "We'll see how it goes, then if it doesn't get better we are going to have to take you to the doctors," I said to her. The boys were watching telly at this point and their eyes were stuck to it. "You look tired," I said to Isabell. She nodded, "I am a bit," I picked her up again and walked her to my room. I had a sofa bed that I would use and she could use my bed. "Here you go," I lay her on my bed. "Is this your room?" She asked. "Yes, and you will be sleeping in here, with me. NO!! NOT LIKE THAT! I didn't mean that! I will be sleeping over there on the sofa bed," My words were stubbling, I was blushing. That was really embarrassing.

 

 

ISABELLS POV:

   I laught a bit at what he said. I could see him blushing. "I don't want you sleeping on there, I will," I said. I felt bad for him giving up his bed for me. "That's okay, I don't mind. And besides, I wouldn't be a gentleman if I let you sleep on the sofa bed. It's not that compy and you already have a sore ankle. I don't want to hurt you even more," His voice was so comforting. I always loved to hear Irish accents. I hardly ever did hear them, but when I did, they were so beautiful. "So, did you bring pyjyamas in that bag with you?" He asked. I face planted into my hands, "PYJYAMAS!! I only packed clothes for the day." "It's okay," he reasured me, "You can borrow something of mine."  What clothing of his was going to fit me? I asked myself. He rumaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a blue shirt. "Hear you can wear this. I will probably fit like a nighty on you." He laught. He passed it to me and shood there, looking at me. What is he doing. "You are goint to leave right?" I asked him, a bit selfconsious. "Oh right. Yeah, sorry, I was just wondering, how are you going to do it? You might hurt your ankle," he looked as if he didn't want to leave. As in, if he left something would happen to me. I felt the same. I didn't want my dad to find me. "I will be okay, but don't leave please. I'm scared. Can you just turn around?" "Okay, sure," He said and with that, he turned around. I started to get changed. I tried to take my pants off, but it really hurt. "Niall, I can't do it. My ankle hurts too much." I cried in pain to him. "I can help you if you want?" he asked. I wasn't sure. I knew I wouldn't be able to do it without him, but I was very concious. "ummh...I guess, but just try not to look too much" I answered. He turned around and bent down to help me with my pants. He had the softest touch on my leg. After alot of effort, he got them off me. "Thanks," I said. He went to go take my shirt off to put the other one on. I got scared. I backed away. "I think I can handle this one," I said to him in a scared voice that slightly cracked. "Oh, yeah. Right sorry," He turned around. I quickly chanded. "okay, done," "I'm a bit tired too so I might just get changed as well," He said to me. I had no idea he was going to get changed right there so I kept looking. He took off his shirt, I quickly turned away. "I'm so sorry," I said. "It's okay. I didn't give you warning," he laught. I wanted to laugh because he found it funny, but this subject about getting changed. I didn't like it, it was uncorfortable. "done," he said. We both led down, and then I saw a window next to the bed. What if my dad saw me through it. I sat up quick, "Niall?" I asked for him. "yeah?" he sat up and looked at me. "I don't like sleeping next to windows," I said. That's another thing he probably got annoyed at me at. The others were, me being scared around people and having a sore ankle so I couldn't walk. "Im so sorry. I'm probably really annoying you." I said to him. "It's alright, all the better for me to care for you," he smirked and so did I. He came over and pulled the whole bed next to his, and mad it into one. "Thank you so much, for everything." I gave him a big hug. I usually never hugged people, I didn't like to, but I felt like I needed to. The good thing is, it felt nice. We both put our heads to the pillow and off we dozed. 

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