More Than Life

A seemingly perfect love story, broken by jealousy, lies, and secrets.
More Than Life, a Niall Horan Fanfiction


© myirishhusband 2013

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6. Little Slut

Niall's POV

Alanna was gorgeous when she slept. Her natural beauty takes my breath away.  If only I could be so lucky as to have the privilege to love a girl such as her.

Beneath her, her phone rang silently. Luckily, she didn't wake up. Slowly and quietly, I crept beside her and slipped the phone out. A text. It read:

Peter:

Where are you, you little slut? Answer me or I'll kill you. You know I can. -P. 

 

I snapped the phone shut, but not before deleting the message. This "Peter" guy sounded like a heap of bull.

~~

Alanna woke suddenly, sobbing. I arose and ran to her side from my seat on the cold, tile floor. She looked scared. Taking Alanna in my arms, I held her close and whispered, "Shhhh, now now. Quiet, dear." Alanna almost instantly hused herself and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"He was chasing me. With a knife," she bawled. "I couldn't escape. I fell to the floor, and he strew off my clothes and held the knife to my throat. And he screamed at me. And..." she was crying rivers, wetting the fabric on my chest.

"Shhhh, love. Shhhh."

"He'll find me. I know he will." Alanna whimpered. I rocked her back and forth, soothing her. I was sitting on her bed on my knees, my knees on either side of her thighs.

"I wont let that happen, Alanna." I reassured her.

"He can track my phone!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears, once more. "Oh my God. My phone!" Alanna went scrambling for her phone, looking for it, with no luck. Whilst she was looking the other way, I slipped it out of my pocket and handed it to her.

She looked at me thankfully and said "Where did you find it."

I shrugged, unable to tell the truth. I watched her scroll through her messages.

 

Alanna's POV

There was no new messages from Peter, just the pain filled old messages.

I wanna see you naked. 

When will you touch me?

Come over you sexy slut.

 

Niall was kneeling over me, and it wasn't the slightest bit awkward. To ease the tension, and to be less suspicious, I looked up and smiled every so often. He was so gorgeous when he smiled back, crooked teeth peeping out and almost saying "Hello."

 

Niall's POV

I din't know whether or not I should tell Alanna about the message, I almost did, then her phone beeped again.

Her brows furrowed into a frown.

 

Alanna's POV

I opened the text.

Peter:

Did you hear me, hoe? I asked where you were. 

Answer me or, you know, my knife is ready. I'm cleaning it right now. It just got sharpened.

OOH! And I can't wait to touch you... -P.

 

Niall's POV

Alanna's head shot up, right before she passed out. I picked her phone up and read:

 

Peter:

Did you hear me, hoe? I asked where you were. 

Answer me or, you know, my knife is ready. I'm cleaning it right now. It just got sharpened.

OOH! And I can't wait to touch you... -P.

 

Shit. I cant let this happen. I NEED to ask her who this guy is.

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