Meant To Be. (One Direction FanFiction)

When Emily's broken heart runs into the one of Niall Horan, will he be able to fix her Emily's heart and her misery, or break her heart like every other dick boy she's met.

Is her and Niall meant to be?



19. Zayn Malik Was My, WHAT?!

Niall's P.O.V

"I don't want to go back Niall."

What? What?! Why didn't she want to go back? She doens't even know the boys?

"W-what? Why not?" I asked, confused and worried

"It's just ummm... I'm not sure whether the boys will like me.." she said quickly. I chuckled,

"Aw Em, of course they'll like you! Come on," I took her hand and lead her out the room. Aw, she's so cute. Who wouldn't like her?

I chuckled to myself.

Emily's P.O.V

I just told him that I'm not sure whether the boys will like me.. what a crap cover up. Eurgh, I was going to tell him, but I chickened out. What? What if he thinks I'm over reacting, or I ruin things for him. Or, I don't know, I just can't. He believed me atleast. Oh God.


A little later on, I came from the toilet and walked into the living room. Niall was on the phone,

"Hey Haz, look, Emily is really worried that you and the guys won't like her, so when we come back, please be really nice and make her feel at home okay? Yeah sure. Oh, not sure. Look I gotta go now Harry. Yeah, whatever. Bye!"

And he hung up. He turned around and noticed I was there.

"Oh hey," he smiled. He walked over and wrapped him arms around my waist.

"So, um, are we like, uh, a thing now?" He asked nervously. I nodded,

"Yeah, I guess," I smiled.


Niall's P.O.V

"So, um, are we like, uh, a thing now?"

"Yeah, I guess," She smiled. I smiled. It was hard not to let myself  be ovecome with excitement. Ever since I met Emily, I saw something special in her. Something, a connection. I'm not sure, but I knew I wanted to make her mine!

I was about to lean in and kiss her when I realised she was crying.

"Emily? What's wrong?!" I asked. She hesitated a bit but,

"I lied to you Niall.." she said, with a look of guilt on her face. For a moment I was worried and thought she was lying about wanted to be my girlfriend. No, it was worse than this. I sat her down on the sofa,

"You can tell me!" I told her. She began..

"I-I-, well it's just. I don't know if I can tell you-"

I cut her off, "Em, you can tell me anything. You can trust me!" I told her and looked deep into her eyes. She smiled.

Suddenly, her face dropped.

"I lied about not wanting to go back," she said.

"So you do want to go back?"

"No, I don't want to go. I lied about why.."

She took a deep breath in,

"Well," she started, "it's um, you know I told you about my past?"

I nodded,

"I told you about I used to live somewhere before I moved to London. That I had a boy friend a few years ago. He was my boyfriend, he was perfect, he meant the world to me! I gave him everything, and one day he went and- and he, he r-raped me-" she could barely get out the words. The tears were coming harder now. I kept nodding,

"Well, you know I also told you I lived somewhere else before London. Well, the place I lived was Bradford, and Zayn Malik was my boyfriend."

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