I am sick of this. I need to run away. I can't take it any more. I packed my bags and sneaked out. No one would care anyway. I've got a mum who hates me. She's threatened to throw me out before, so she won't care. I started running. Ouch. What was that? I look down at my leg. Great. My leg is bleeding really badly. But I have to keep running.
"Hey, Hey you!" I hear from some one in front of me. I look up, but I can't recognise them. I run closer. Extremely curious.
I saw her running, she looked beautiful, but she looked hurt. I decided to call out to her. Where was she going, who was she? I was so curious. She eventually came to me.
"You look hurt, I should take you to the hospital," I said.
"No, Please don't," she replied. Her voice was so angelic, so perfect. I got butterflies in my tummy.
"At least let me take you to my place and I'll clean you up. Come on." I insisted. She agreed. I picked her up and carried her home.
I didn't want to be any trouble. But I needed help. I just wanted to avoid questions. But he was a total stranger... Was I really going to let a stranger take me to his house? After all I've been through? I guess it wouldn't hurt to try... He picked me up and carried me home. Normally I'd scream and demand he put me down, but my leg hurt that bad that there was no other option.
"What's your name love?" He asked me. I hesitated.
"Bella," I was praying that he wouldn't ask any more than that.
Bella. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She was full of mystery and I wanted to know more. But the look on her face told me she wasn't up to answering questions. I smiled as I looked down at her. She was so beautiful. We eventually reached my house. I carried her through the door and sat her on the kitchen bench. She was in tears. I could tell it was extremely bad.
"How did you do this?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't remember." She replied.
I tried my best to fix her up. It stopped bleeding but I couldn't find a cut at all. It was so confusing. I bandaged it up and gave her some medication. She hesitated but then took it. I carried her to the couch and I started talking to her..
"Love I just want you to know that you don't have to tell me anything you don't want. I know we just met, but you can trust me. Unfortunately there is one question I do need you to answer, and that is if you have some where to stay or not." I told her.
"No, I have no where." She said. Her voice still got me. More butterflies. Wait Niall, did she just say she had no where to stay?
"Okay, another question. Would you like to stay here for a while?" I asked. She thought about it for a while. I could tell she wasn't sure.
"It won't be any hassle love, it would actually be a pleasure to have you here." I added.
"I couldn't do that to you," she finally said. "I know you said it won't be any trouble, but I know it will be." She looked uncomfortable.
"It won't be any trouble, I promise you. Please stay. I'd prefer to you stay here where I know you're safe. Please." I tried to convince her. I could tell she wasn't okay with it. But I knew something was wrong, I wasn't going to let her go.
"Only for a while. I don't want to be a burden." She said. I was so relieved. More butterflies. I put the tv on and I put my arms around her. She looked uncomfortable again. So I took my arms off her and put a blanket over her.
I'm so glad that I have somewhere. But I'm not sure if I trust him yet. Our conversation helped a bit, but I'm still not sure. He was so gorgeous, his blonde hair, his bluey-green beautiful eyes, his beautiful Irish accent, his nature. Stop it Bella. You don't know him. But he is so gorgeous. What if he isn't that bad of a guy, what if he understands. The chances are low. It will take time. That's for sure.