My Boyfriend: Niall Horan

Bella Apollo is 19 years old. Bella was an average girl, average face, average life. For the summer her and a few friends were living in a pent house in her uncle's hotel in New York City. The boys of One Direction had decided to come to America and explore New York City, to see what it's like to live in this cultural hub for the summer. Bella and 1D's paths cross unexpectly and she falls for a certain artificially blonde heartthrob but a struggle in the Apollo family tears at their relationship. Something else happens which challenges their relationship and Bella is nothing short form torn.


10. Uncle Dallas's Assault

Niall's POV

Bella lay on me crying about something else her stupid Uncle Dallas had done. I listened to her with her body weight ontop of mine feeling her heart pounding. It seemed like this was happening everyday and this Dallas guy was starting to piss me off. I mean more than he already had.

"He told me to answer the phone because a clinet was calling. I asked him which button it was but he blew me off. I pressed the wrong button losing the person on the other line. Dallas came over to take over the phone call and when I told him I had accidently ended it he grabbed my wrist and swung me away. His grip was so tight, so angry, it still hurts." she sniffled a bit, I took her wrist and examined it.

It had what looked like some nail sratches and some really faint marks from a huge hand.

"What the fu-" I stopped myself, this was no time for swearing, not in front of Bella at least.

I felt something vibrate on my thigh, Bella stood up and pulled a phone from her pocket.

"Crap." Bella huffed and answered it.

"Hi mom. I'm so sorry I forgotten to call you guys I've been...busy." She paused to hear her mom talk. "Yeah." she paused again. "I haven't been practicing I mean I've been helping out but I know I have to keep working at it if I ever want a carrer in it." 'pause' "Okay mom, I love you too. Tell dad I said hi." She laughed then hung up.

"What about a carrer?" I asked.

"Dance, ballet, I have not been working on it like I should. It's hardcore because if you turn just a tiny bit left when you're supposed to go right something tragic could happen."

"Like what?" I sat up.

"If I go back to my studio and am not properly trained I could pull a muscle ending my dance life before it ever truly begun."

"Harry thinks you were lying about being a dancer that night because he thought we were doing stuff and that was a great lie you pulled out of your ass." Crap, I let out a cuss word.

I looked at Bella, she didn't seem to care,

"Then I can practice and just show them I wasn't lying."

Bella's POV

Niall gathered everyone around and I danced Juliet from Romeo and Juliet. The story had always creeped me out two lovers and all this dying and suicide. Plus historians believe that Juliet was about 12 or 13 and Romeo was 18 maybe older. But I always loved watching the ballet, watching the dancers always made me feel at home.


When I finished the dance Liam cheered really loud!

"I NEED to get you and Danielle together, maybe collobrate. You do other forms of dancing right?"

I nodded, "Yup it has to be done." Liam laughed then there was a knocking at the door. We all freezed like a family photo hanging on the wall.

"Open up!" It was Uncle Dallas. I shivered and went to go open the door.

I opened the door and Dallas barged in, "Bella I need you and your friends to come and hour early because I need you to-" he stopped.

He was staring at my neck, "What the hell is that?"

He pointed at my neck, in effort to hide the hickey Niall had given me the other night I put makeup over it. Either nobody mentioned it or Dallas had wicked eye sight. He grabbed my wrist, the one he had hurt and pulled me into the living room.

"Who is responsible?" Dallas hollared.

Elly stood up, "What's the matter?"

Dallas reached for my neck smearing off the make up with his hands. It was out everyone saw my hickey, I saw Niall blush like crazy. Harry chuckled,

"It was you then boy?" He pointed at Harry.

Harry shook his head no, Niall came foward, "It was me, I mean we didn't do anything-" he began but Uncle Dallas cut him off.

He threw me at Niall, "I'm responsible for you and I don't know what your parents allow but I will not have you acting like a slut!"

Niall snapped,"Oh come on, like you never kissed a girl. Nothing happened!" Niall became furious.

Dallas laughed, "Look boy you have no power over me, I could tell the press right now where you are, I could tell this story, Niall British boy band member sleeping with crazed fan!"

"First of all I'm irish and Bella is not any crazy fan! She's my girlfriend."

I shook, Niall called me his girlfriend. The others held their breathe at that word as well.

Dallas smirked, "You have no leverage on me boy, your being here is under my rule. So I suggest you shut up." Dallas walked through the door and as he stood in the hallway, he said one more thing.

"Next time, I advise you use darker makeup Bella." he slammed the door. We all stood there, a tear went streamed down my cheek. It felt disgusting being there, I felt ashamed for some reason crying.

Niall lunged for me but I moved out the way, he almost fell over. I walked to my room and locked the door. I had never hated anyone in my life not even Melissa Yang who stole my first boyfriend in the 9th grade. I thought I hated her until I met Dallas I didn't truly know what hate was. And I hated really Dallas.

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