Irish Boy

Ellie is the loving girlfriend of Irish pop star, Niall Horan. After their Take Me Home tour is finally done, she finally has time to spend with her favorite people in the world. Just as she and Niall start to get close a fellow band mate, Harry Styles to be exact, starts to fancy her. Will she choose the boy who has loved her forever or the English heart throb that is head over heels for her? To make matters worse, a certain fortune telling Mr. is back and is ready to make sure that their fortunes come true. Who is loved, forgotten, and left for dead? Read all about it in Irish boy.


3. Niall's POV: Liars

That night as I was driving Ellie home, I could tell she was acting different.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling the car over as I try to give her a hug.
“Don’t hate me, okay?” she whispered, now I’m nervous.
“How could I?” I smile, trying to coax her into telling me.
“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. Okay?” she frowns looking at me as her eyes flood with tears.
“Okay love, just tell me,” I cock my head as I wipe her tears.
“Harry and I kissed,” she whispered, throwing her head in her hands.
It felt like I had been in a car accident. My head was throbbing and my stomach was just a pile of knots. I tried to tell her I didn’t care but I did. I cared, a lot. I cared so much, that I had to make sure I didn’t hurt her.
“W....h....y..?” I shook, looking at her as my own eyes teared up.
She just shook her head as she cried as well, “I don’t know! He kissed me when I went to go comfort him...”
I felt the anger rise to my eyes. That ax wound used his pain to abuse her!
“ like it?” I asked, pushing through the veil of my thoughts.
“I don’t know, Niall. I love you...” she cried.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
She took a deep breath as she tried to find the words, “I think I did.”
There it was, I’m done. I swung open the car door as I stomped off to who know’s where.
“NIALL!” she called, running after me.
“Niall...wait,” she cries, now on her knees.
I had scared her.
“What? What is so important?” I yell again, getting in her face, “Come to confess for something different?”
“Please listen to me! I love you,” she cries harder, pulling herself up to look at me.
“You should’ve thought about that before you kissed him.”
“HE KISSED ME!” she yells, finding her voice.
“But you liked it. Which means you are at guilt as well!”
“Niall, I liked it because it was my first kiss.  I guess I imagined you as Harry and, I liked it. I wanted to kiss you, because I love you.”
“It’s the truth!”
“We’ve been dating close to a year and I haven’t kissed you? Not once?”
“Well it’s about time then,” I snap, pulling her close as I kiss her, not wanting to let this moment leave me, and as I release I find her with a smirk.
“See? That’s 1000 times better than I imagined,” she cried, looking at me again and I swear I forgave her.
It didn’t matter that she had kissed him at the moment. It just matters that, this was real. This was us. Real, breathing, living, us.
The next day, I tried my hardest not to kill Harry. He was just prancing down the hall, trying to look like an innocent pretty boy but in reality, he was so much more.
“Uh, hey Niall,” he coughed, looking in my direction as he paced up and down the hall.
“Don’t talk to be, liar,” I snapped, looking at him with razor eyes.
“What are you talking about?” Harry questioned, trying to pull off innocent.
“Ellie told me. I can’t believe you!”  I screamed, shoving him into the wall.
“Well, you should Irish Boy,” Harry snickered, pushing me off him and into a vase.
“My...girlfriend....isn’!” I scream, knocking him down on the floor as he lets out a shrill cry, I place my arm right under his chin, to prevent air flow.
“Exactly...because I already did!” Harry cried, shoving me as he held me on the ground, I heard tiny footsteps pattering across the hardwood.
“What is going on!?” Ellie cries, running to me as she picks me up and wipes the blood from my face.
“Just a friendly fight,” Harry smiles, throwing his arm around her, if I could get up I would choke him.
“Friendly fight my butt!” she yells, turning to him and throwing a punch at his nose.
“Ooff-” he cries, falling backwards, “What was that for?”
“EVERYTHING!” she calls back, getting on top of him as she punches him in the eye.
“If you weren’t punching me, this would almost be nice,” Harry admits, pushing her off him and into the wall, where my arms are there to catch her.
“I’m broken...can you fix me?” Harry calmly sings, not realizing that the lyrics are wrong.
“It’s I’m broken, can you hear me?” I reply, shaking my head as Ellie helps me limp into the other room.
“You have to promise me that you won’t fight anymore. You have to promise you won’t get hurt,” Ellie cries, holding me tight.
“Can you put me on the bed?” I cringe, my entire body shaking.
She nods her head as she helps me onto my orange, green, and white bed all decked out in Irish attire. It was Louis’s idea, something about being our one and only Irish Boy.
“Sit by me, please,” I croak, holding her hands as she sits on the edge of the bed.
“Niall, please promise me,” she frowns, burying her face in my chest.
“I can’t. As long as you’re in danger then I’m going to protect you,” I answer, hugging her close.
“Niall, I don’t want you to get hurt for me. It’s clearly uncomfortable for both of you when I’m around,” she cries, clearly not wanting to say what she’s about to.
“Are...we breaking up?” I whisper, trying to find the faint beat of her heart  in the loudness.
“Should we?” she cries, trying to figure this out.
“I don’t want that, no,” I respond, trying to hug away the pain.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore,” she frowns, slipping into a deeper sadness.
“As long as it’s you, I could care less if you hurt me,” I smile, holding her closer again.
“I don’t know anymore...”
“Then it would be a really bad time for me to ask what I was going to, wouldn’t it?”
“And what was that?”
“Will you marry me, Ellie Victoria Scott?”

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