You'll Never Treat Yourself Right (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Hi, my name is Caterina Vierri. I'm 22 years old and I live in London, England. About three years ago, I moved here from Rome, Italy. I came here to study being a teacher. But, I'm not perfect or anything possibly similar to good. My parents abused me but they died in a car crash when I was 8. My current boyfriend, Charlie, abuses me and he won't let me leave him. Nobody has ever loved me, and I had a feeling nobody would. Then, I met Niall...


1. That Customer

Caterina's POV:


I woke up at around 9:40. "Damn! I'm gonna be late for work!" I am currently working at a local Nando's because I can't seem to get a job anywhere else. I'm on my summer break from college so I have a lot of free time on my hands these days. I threw on my clothes for work and rushed out the door without even bothering to eat breakfast.

I really never eat much anyway yet I'm not all that skinny. Another reason why I hate myself. I have straight brown hair which annoys me so much, always falling in my face because of it's length. But I refuse to cut it. I'm about 5'4 I guess. I have very light blue/green eyes which is the only thing I actually find attractive about myself.

Anyway, as I got to Nando's, I saw my boyfriend, Charlie, sitting at one of the tables. I assume he was waiting for me. Ugh, why here? Why now? I don't have time to deal with Charlie, I'm already late enough! I thought to myself. As soon as I walked up to the register, Charlie came towards me and said "I know you told and I'm not happy about it." Charlie abuses me. I only told my best friends though, Alicia and Marley, and I know with all of my heart that they would never tell Charlie. "Wha-What?" I finally managed to stammer. "Call me later," Charlie snapped before rudely exiting.

Well then, I thought. But, what if Alicia or Marley did tell Charlie? I shuddered and removed the thought from my mind. Just then, a customer walked in. I took his order, a plate of peri peri chicken and an extra large pepsi, and he sat at one of the tables and waited. I brought him his food and he smiled at me which sent chills through my body. I looked into his beautiful baby blue eyes and got a little lost. "Hey, um, I'm Niall." he said, snapping me back to reality. "Uh, erm, I'm Cat." I said after a short but slightly awkward silence. "Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime?" he inquired, seeming very nervous as he spoke. "Sure," I cracked a smile. I wrote down my number on a napkin and handed it to him. What the hell did I just get myself into?


Niall's POV:


SCORE! I have a hot girl's number! There is a first for everything, you know. I'm not really the type to get the girl as you can see, but I do alright. I think she was a bit insecure too. Don't know what for, though. She's beautiful and seems really sweet. But, she could have just said yes because she felt bad for me. I am really hoping that's not the case.


 After I left Nando's and got back to my flat, I started to do a little dance. I guess I was just so happy that I got a date. So happy that I forgot I even had Cat's number! I went over and plopped down on my couch, grabbing my phone. I put Cat's number into my contacts and texted her:

Hey love, it's Niall xx


I mentally facepalmed myself for texting her while I knew she was working. Oh well. She'll get it afterwards.


Caterina's POV:


I was on break when I got Niall's text but I didn't reply. What if Charlie decides to check my phone and sees our messages? If he did then he would beat the crap out if me he saw.







 Back at my flat, I started to cry. Not just for one particular thing, but for everything. I cried for everything I never cried for. I cried for my parents' death. I cried for all the bullying I faced at school. I cried for Charlie's abuse. I cried for Niall. I cried for Niall because he has no idea what he's getting himself into. I also cried for the self harm I'd put myself through. I swore I'd never do it again. I swore that I couldn't. I don't know why, but right then and there, I got up and headed toward the knife drawer.

































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