17 year old, Belle Hynton gets a call from her cousin who asks if him and some friends could stay at her house for a couple weeks while they figured out their new tour dates. Your probably wondering, who is Belle's cousin? Belle's cousin is Niall Horan from One Direction. Niall has to go through some tough times with Belle and he stands up for her in fights at school and between close friends.


46. The Homeless Man


"Belle! Are you okay!?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You were sweating and having a spaz attack or something.. Were you-"

"Dreaming about the "Incident"... Yep." I started to tear up a little. Then i started to tear up a little more. Then i started to cry.. I knew it was all over but i thought i was re living it..

I sat up and so did Zayn. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he rubbed my back. Ive had nightmares like this before, but never one this detailed.. I felt like even though i was sleeping, i could still see everything. Clair kissing Harry's cheek, and he coming to the end of my bed to shoot me.. What are we going to do about her? We haven't told anyone about her. She hasn't bothered me at all sense the shooting.. But then again, Ive only been to school once sense then. Zayn felt my forehead.

"Holy nuts! Your burning hot!"

"Why thank you!" I said happily.

"I didn't mean it like that! I mean you are hot.. But i mean you have a bad fever."

"What! But its christmas!" I looked over at the clock and it was four in the morning.

"Are you tired?" Zayn asked worringly.

"Not at all.."

"Wanna go get some coffee from speed way or something?"


I got out of bed and got dressed. Zayn was already in his cloths, because he couldn't get into his room and get cloths. He put on a jacket and I changed into some jeans and a sweater and put a beanie over my messy hair. I put my big glasses and converse on. I have to admit it, I looked pretty good for four in the morning. We walked out of my room and i went to walk for the front door, but Zayn walked in a different direction. 

"What are you doing?"

"Well Louis always gets up around five for christmas and wakes everyone up. And if were not back when he gets up, I want him to know where we are." He finished the note and put it on the TV. "He also watches TV really loudly on christmas morning."

He helped me walk out to the car and helped me into the car. He started the car and we went tot he nearest gas station to get coffee. He obviously knew that i thought that gas station coffee was the best coffee. Once we got our coffee, we stood outside of the gas station and just talked for a little bit. I got to know him a lot more about him.

"So... Wheres your father?" Zayn asked


"Im- Im sorry.. I shouldn't have asked you that.."

"Oh no.. Its fine. Ive actually been wanting to tell someone.." I said quietly. "Well my dad was in the hospital and... Someone came in a shot him... Just like me." I started to cry. "Thats why i was so sure that it was Clair who shot me. She is the only one who knew that my dad was shot. Her parents were good friends with my dad, so she knew. She was so mad at me that she wanted to make me go back to the day that my dad died, by making me suffer just like he did."

"C'mon Belle.. Lets go home.."

I wiped away the tears and started kept drinking my coffee. I started crying harder.

"Why are you still crying?"

"I burnt my tounge.." I giggled a little bit.


She giggled her cute little laugh.

"Well i can help with that." I swear that was the worst catch fraise i have ever said, but i leaned in anyway.

We kissed for awhile. I heard a knock on my window. Belle screamed and jumped in her seat. I turned in my seat and saw a homeless man that i recognized from somewhere. 

"Louis? Is that you?"

He started laughing. 

"Merry Christmas!" He yelled and pulled off his fake beard. It was louis.. Way to ruin that very passionate kiss Louis!

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