The Blonde Boy

Niall Horan has just moved to Seattle and is utterly lost in this new world. His mum and dad fight constantly, his sister has an abusive boyfriend, and he can't escape the madness going on in his new home. That is, until he meets Peyton.

Peyton LaCosta has lived in Seattle her whole life. She seems to have everything in life she's ever wanted- amazing friends, loving parents, and not to mention a great home life. Yet even with everything she has, she feels completely lonely. That is, until she meets Niall.


6. Explanation

A/N: Hi :) Did you like it with Niall's POV? I will be continuing the Niall/Peyton point of views, switching off every once in a while. I think I've decided to keep the boys out of this, except maybe to bring one in for a conflict of some sort. Thank you for all of the wonderful feedback. Like, comment, favorite :) ~Sarah


As I finish up cleaning the mess in my kitchen, I think about what Niall could have possibly been thinking as he practically sprinted out of my house earlier. He kissed me and left me hanging, I didn't know what to think. Did he feel the same as I felt about him? Or was he just too embarrassed to look at me after that? Either way I had begun to think that the strange feeling I couldn't put a name on earlier is love. 

I hear the familiar ping of the doorbell, figuring it was my mom coming home from work. Checking the peep hole for the second time today, it wasn't my mom. Niall stood still in front of the doorway, face still messy from our food fight. He held a small suitcase and a couple of other items in his arms. A confused look crosses my face as I open the door, expecting an explanation. 

"This is probably a bad time, and I know we've just met, but is there any possible way I can stay here for the night?" His eyes sparkle as he stares up at me, waiting for an answer. It's not like there was any way I could have rejected him in this situation, his suitcase resting on his hip. I give him a reassuring smile. 

"Can I have an explanation?" He frowns and looks back towards the ground, depression overwhelming his face as I ask him the question. "Never mind, you don't have to tell me. Later if you want." I lead him in for the second time today and take his bag to the guest room. "You can sleep here." I gesture into the sea-green room, placing his items on the queen-sized mattress with ease. I feel a hand grab my shoulder and turn me around slightly. Niall faces me with a grateful look in his eyes.

"You have no idea how thankful I am for this." He says softly, his orbs bore into mine as he gives me a slight smile. "I had to get out of the house." He whispered, not explaining any further what he meant by that statement.

"It's not a problem Niall. I haven't eaten dinner yet, what would you like?" I take his hand and pull him in the direction of the kitchen, searching through the cupboards to find nothing but junk food filling them to the brim. Before I continue the conversation, he walks to the sink and runs his head under it, cleaning his face and hair of the crusted food. 

"There a Nando's around here?" He laughs and smiles widely, wiping off the water and hoping for me to say yes.

"What's Nando's?" I chuckle at the goofy grin on his face, tiny dimples popping out. His smile disappears as his mouth drops open. He puts his hand on his forehead and shakes his head back and forth.

"I'm guessing that's a no. Man, is this country missing out." He frowns and pulls out his phone, desperately looking for one in the area. He finds that they're only in Europe and his face saddens. I laugh and pat him on the back. 

"Why don't we just get a pizza?" I suggest. He nods hungrily. I dial the number and tell them what we want, Niall sitting down at the counter and resting his head on his fist. We wait about 15 minutes, discussing our pasts and present, mostly about how Niall missed Ireland. When the doorbell rings I grab the pizza and hand the delivery guy the money, heading back to the kitchen. We eat in silence, our hunger taking over as the pizza disappears slice by slice. 

"What kind of movies do you have?" Niall asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin and finishing off his last sip of Pepsi. I waltz toward the TV, throwing my plate in the garbage on the way, and turn it on. I flip through Netflix until he tells me to stop when I get to Valentine's Day. 

"I love this movie." He says, face lighting up. I sit on the couch and Niall joins me as I press play on the remote. My phone rings in my pocket. Call from mom. I walk out of the room and pick up, wondering when she'd be home to see that Niall is staying the night. 

"Hi, honey. Just calling to let you know I won't be able to make it home tonight and neither will your father. We have business to attend to at work and our boss has asked us to stay over night." My mom says with enthusiasm, speaking a little too loudly in my eardrum. I say goodnight to her and she tells me to enjoy my night alone, which actually wasn't true. I hang up and walk back to the couch, sitting back down with Niall.  An hour into the movie I look over to see Niall lightly snoring into the side of the couch, his uncomfortable position making me laugh. I nudge him as the movie ends, credits rolling on the screen.

"Niall, come on wake up." I chuckle, having to tickle his sides to get him awake. He lightly punches me on the arm, trying to stop me from tickling him, but I continue until he surrenders.

"Alright, alright, I'm up!" He stands up and strolls toward the guest room, stretching his arms and yawning as he crawls into bed. He doesn't bother removing his clothes and closes his eyes. I turn off the light for him and say goodnight. He mumbles into his pillow and flips over, falling directly into a heavy sleep. I walk into my room and do the same, crawling into bed and closing my eyes softly.

*Hours Later*

I hear sobbing in the middle of the night. Rubbing my eyes and stretching out my legs, I stand up and sleepily walk towards the noise. It's Niall-curled into a ball in the bed, gripping his pillow tightly. Tears stream down his beautiful face in the moonlight coming through the window. I walk to his bedside, shaking him to wake up, but he was already awake. He quickly wipes away the wet drops on his cheeks, trying to hide his sobs from me. 

"Why are you crying?" Another tear escapes and I swipe it away with my thumb, laying down next to him and staring straight into his eyes. 

"I still haven't told you why I came here tonight." He whispers. He quietly explains all of the events after leaving my house, and I find myself with water brimming my eyes. 

"Oh, Niall. I'm so sorry." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into my embrace. 

"Can you sing?" He whispers, eyes sparkling. My eyes get wide. I haven't sung in front of anyone in my entire life. Butterflies fill my stomach as he asks the question, triggering nerves. I slightly nod, knowing I wasn't horrible at it. 

"Please.." His pleading face makes me give in to his request, a small hum escaping my lips. I soothe his emotions, the tears finally stopping as I finish humming Lego House by Ed Sheeran. He quietly says thank you, and I sit up to leave. His strong hand stops me and begs me to stay. I turn to look at his face, reddened and swollen from sobbing so much. I lay back down at his request and he pulls me closer as I fall asleep to his soft snores.

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