Be True to Me.

Claire Malone has been tormented by Niall Horan ever since her best friend left Claire her flat to watch over it while she was at school. Claire has dealt with Niall long enough and decides to take a stand. But when Claire takes a stand Niall decides to pour out his heart. WHAT!?! And to make things worse, the media already consider Claire, Niall's girlfriend! Great. Can things get any worse for her?


4. Irish Persuasion


Chapter 4
Irish persuasion.

Claire's POV

I woke up in Niall's house, lying on the couch with him slouched up asleep next to me.

"Niall, wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." I nagged him, tugging his ear.

He opened one eye, then opened the other, yawning.

I yawned too, trying my best to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"I gotta meet the boys. Shit. Shit. Shit." He groaned.

I grinned.

I loved to see Niall all mad and stuff for no reason at all.

"And I'm going HOME!" I exclaimed, running to the front door, prying it open.

"Bye Claire Bear." He smirked.

"Fuck you." I shot, slipping out.

I hated to be called that. He knew I hated to be called that too. My dad used to call me 'Claire Bear' until he died in Iraq. Nobody, but Niall, has ever called me it since.

Likewise for an ass hole, isn't it?

I patted my pockets for my keys.

"Fuck, must've left them at Niall's..." I hissed-whispered.

As I was walking towards his door I heard a familiar voice.

No, no.

2 voices.

Now 3.

Now 4!!!?!

Oh Lord. Please don't be who I think it is.

I looked up to see Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn walking in my direction.

I put on my biggest, most fake smile ever and waved to them.

"Claire?" Louis asked, walking slower as he approached me.

"This is she." I answered, fiddling with my hair. "By the way, Niall's in there. 3H." I noted.

"We know!" Harry chirped.
"What if we wanted to see you?"

"You lie." I grinned.

Harry flashed me a toothy smile before abusing Niall's front door.

"OPEN UP. LETS GO. COME ON." He shouted at the door, banging it with his fist.

Soon, it unlocked and Niall opened it, wearing nothing but a green towel wrapped loosely around his waste. Specks of water lay on his pale, freckled skin, glistening in the light. He just stood there drying his hair looking somewhat like an angel to me.

"Earth to Claire." He chuckled, waving his hand in my face.

Oh God. Did he see me staring?

"I'm sorry!" I blushed, gnawing on my lower lip nervously.

"Looking for these?" Niall dangled my keys in my face.

"Thanks!" I sighed in relief as I grabbed for them.

As soon as my hand went up, he pulled them away.

"Not until you hang out with the boys and I." He smirked.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
"WHAT?" I grilled him before laughing phonily. "You're joking right?"

I despised One Direction and everything about them. I can't even explain how little respect I have for them.
Probably because I automatically assume if Niall's an ass, they are too.

"Nope. Want the keys? You gotta hang. Don't want em? That's fine. Enjoy being homeless!"

I must've been mesmerized by his body or something because I said -


Why couldn't I have just turned away there?

Last thing I remember, I was dancing on Harry and having Niall do body shots on me.

* * *

I woke up with most horrible headache anyone can experience.

Yawning, I stretched out my arms as I looked around.

'Huh?' I thought as I struggled to balance myself up.

This place looked exactly like my, well Courtney's, flat. Except, the place was completely trashed.

Plastic cups scattered the floor, empty alcohol bottles lined the kitchen table. Not to mention the splattered food all over the place. Everything was out of place. And when I say everything, I mean EVERY SINGLE THING.

Liam lay on top of Zayn on the kitchen counter. Harry and Louis were cuddled in a ball on the coffee table, Harry wearing nothing but his boxers. And Niall was -

"You're awake!" Niall exclaimed nervously.

"NIALL WHAT THE HELL!? I KNEW I SHOULD'VE NEVER TRUSTED YOU. GAHHHH!" I screamed, making my head throb even more.

"Look I can explain....if I could manage to remember anything...." He uttered.

"Just get out and take your friends with you." I bellowed.

"I'm sorry Cla-"

"I heard it all before Niall."

I stomped off to the bathroom and grabbed the only thing I could actually trust at that moment.

The Hangover pill.

Niall's POV

Claire definitely hated me now. There's was no hiding it. I completely took advantage of her.

I just wish I could remember exactly what happened so I could see where I went wrong.

* * *

"Lad, you screwed up." Zayn squeaked, shaking his head.

"I know that." I rolled my eyes, rubbing my temples. "How can I fix this?"

The boys switched glances then returned their glance back to me, shrugging in unison.

I groaned, frowning. "You guys suck at advice."

I thought of all the things Claire loved.

She had an obsession with Frank Ocean.
She used to drink a lot when Courtney left.
She loved animals.

That's it! Animals.

"Guys I'm going out." I grabbed my sweater and my vans and ran for the door.

I hope this works.

Something happened when they were drunk and I need something clever. Leave what you think should happen in the comments! I also hope you enjoyed this chapter. :) Thank you guys. Ily! <3

~ Peace Love and Nandos ~)
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