17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.


9. Chapter 9

Ashley's POV:

Once I knew Niall wasn't- couldn't- wouldn't hurt me. I could finally get comfortable around him. "Ash..." His soft voice got my attention. I looked up at him from the couch. "Hm?" I asked. "My mom's on her way home and she wants to meet you girls." He smiled. My heart started to race and I guess it must've shown on my face due to the fact that Niall walked over to me and started to calm me by brushing his fingertips over my hand. "She'll love you, I know it." He whispered softly. I took a deep breath. "But what if she-" "Ashley, you have nothing to be worried about. She's really friendly, she doesn't judge or anything. Trust me on this one." He comforted me. Lately I feel like I've been 'Trusting' him a little too much. It scared me really, but on another hand. I've never put trust into anyone before, ever. And when I trust Niall, he never lets me down. "Nialler!!!" Amelia called for Niall, I laughed at the nickname she had given him. "Yesss ?!" He hollered back. We heard her skip down the steps, nearly tripping on the last one as she met us in the living room. "Who's car is that? In the front yard?" Niall laughed. "That's my mum, silly." I stood to my feet and brushed back my hair as I heard her footsteps getting louder. "Niall ! I'm home !" She called for her son. "Hey mum," My heart started racing as I stared at the floor while Niall kissed his mother hello. "Hi," Amelia whispered. "Hi there cutie! How are you?" Her friendly tone calmed us. "Good, thank you." Amelia's polite manners astounded her. "Good! Is this your sister?" She asked, walking toward me as she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Ashley, but you can call me Ash." I greeted the woman who gladly let us in her home. "What a pretty name, I'm Miss Horan, I hope Niall's been treating you well." I looked over at Niall who gave me a reassuring wink. I blushed unwillingly. "He's been great." I opened up to her, she smiled. "Good, well I'm gonna go hop in the shower and leave you kids alone. Stay out of trouble, and It was nice meeting you both." She waved to us. I took a deep breath in relief as she exited the room. "See, that wasn't too bad." He nearly chuckled at my shyness. "Yea," I said, placing myself back on the couch. Niall took the seat next to me as we both got comfortable in our own separate spots. I couldn't help but crave his touch, I wanted him to hold me, I wanted to just snuggle against his warm chest while he hummed me a lullaby. I've never craved this kind of love before, not physically anyway. I've always been afraid of being touched by a boy, I've obviously been scared of the whole male species. "I'm cold." I whispered to myself. Niall smiled, pulling out his arm for me to snuggle against him. I wasn't attempting to get his warmth offered to me, I was just simply stated a fact. Though I did adore his caring side. If only I could find out wether he was caring with everyone, or if I struck something in him. I had to know, not sure why, but I had to. "Niall," I snuggled within his warm body, pressing my hand softly against his chest. "Hm?" He hummed. "Are y-y-you this caring w-with everyone?" I stuttered in fear of his answer. He looked at me and smiled. "Don't know, I guess not." I smiled as his soft hand brushed back my hair. "I guess you just have a special place in my heart..." He admitted, I could tell he was nervous of my reaction as I felt his heartbeat race. I started to make shapes on his belly, soothing him so. "You have a place in my heart t-" I was unable to finish my sentence when the sound of Amelia screaming jumped me to my feet. With Niall hot on my trail, we both rushed up the stairs to find Amelia curled up in a ball with my phone against the wall. I got down on my knees and held my baby girl as she sobbed into my shirt, as she has done many times before. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay Amelia. What happen?" I asked. She finally got a hold of her words. "Who the hell is calling your phone Ashley!" She screamed at me. "What are you talking about?" I frowned. "S-S-Someone called your phone... S-S-So I answered it. T-T-The guy asked for you. H-He sounded mean. H-H-He said If I didn't give him the address to where we were, he'd-he'd-he'd k-kill u-us." She struggled through those last words, still holding her in my arms, I hummed her a lullaby as I watched Niall pick up my phone and hand it to me. "Thank you." I said, he was still frowning at the whole situation. Suddenly, something came to my realization. Amelia's never had someone protect her before like Niall does. I know knew what to say to calm her. "Niall wouldn't let anything happen to you, Amelia. You know that. That bad guy won't hurt you. I promise." Niall's eyes smiled at me, though his lips stayed low as his eyebrows still stuck in a frown. "Did you tell him where we are?" Niall asked Amelia, she nodded in defeat. I sighed. "All I said was we were staying with you at your house. I'm sorry, Niall. H-He scared me... I-I-I d-didn't know what to do..." She apologized for her foolish action. "Its fine, don't worry about it, hun." Niall comforted her. "I'll take care of everything... Okay?" I stared into his honest, blue shining eyes as he brushed back Amelia's hair. His loyalty to protect me and Amelia was astounding. "O-O-Okay-y" She stuttered. I rubbed her forearm as she rested her head on my shoulder. 'Thank you' -I mouthed to Niall. He winked and nodded. Again, causing my cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. He smiled at my blush, he knew he was the cause of it; I hated how noticeable my feelings for him were. It's hard having the boy you fancy know every time he makes you get butterflies. I hated my blushing habit I had yet inherited. "Hun, why don't you go flick through the channels to calm yourself. I'll be down their in a minute." I said, knowing I needed to talk to Niall. Amelia stood to her feet and wiped her tears whilst she walked out of the room. "Do you think it was-" "I don't know." I interrupted him. "If it was, no way in hell I'm letting him touch either of you." His abrasive side came out. It surprised me, yet comforted me. "Hmp." I huffed. "You alrig-" "How does he find this stuff out about me. He knows everything about me. My address, my past, my fucking phone number." I started to get mad. "Doesn't matter. You're safe here, trust me." His words really touched me, I felt sometimes as if he used the words 'Trust me' a little too often, yet with me, you'd probably have to say it a lot more; given the fact that I never trusted anyone ever in my life. "Okay?" He reassured me. I calmed myself. "Okay." I said in my usual quiet voice. "It could be anyone though." He said, I saw straight through his lie. "You and I both know that's not true, Niall." I whispered, vision focused on my lap. He sighed. "Hey," He said softly. "Hey," He repeated himself, lifting my chin to let my daze fall on his. "I will never, ever, ever let him touch you. Not ever again. I wasn't there before, but man if I was he'd be-" I cut him off with a soft kiss. Not being able to contain myself, I just crashed into him. I didn't know what came over me, I just craved him. I craved his touch. I craved his love. Before I knew it, I was falling for the blonde boy I once feared. "Was what that for?" He asked, slipping away from my grip. I didn't know what came over me, what was I going to say? "I-I-I d-don't know." I admitted. He smiled, I figured I had started to blush, so I attempting to hide my cheeks with my palms. "Don't-" He started, pulling my hands off my face. "It's cute." He smiled, causing me to blush even more. "I-" He couldn't quite get his words out, I lightly brushed his face. Calming him, letting him know he could tell me anything. He took a deep breath. "I think I'm lusting over you." I was shocked at his first words. "And I hate it." He whispered in defeat, staring at his lap as he stood on his knees. "Why is that?" I asked. "Why do you hate it?" I rearranged my words to make them more understandable. He finally met my eyes. "I don't want to scare you." He stated. "And why would you think that?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer. "Why would you scare me?" He sighed. "You don't really seam 'all for' the physical part of a relationship." He bowed his head once more. I was suddenly understanding his words; what he wanted for me, what he craved out of me. I wasn't as naive as people thought I was, I knew what men looked for in women. But I also knew Niall, I knew he cared for me, he's already proven that. I was terrified of giving myself away to someone. But if I do- when I do, I know I want it to be Niall. Unsure of my next words, he lightly kissed me head, and stood to his feet. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry I brought it up." He apologized, walking away. It wasn't until I felt his gaze hit me when I realized I had reached out for his hand. I was shocked at my own action as I looked at my small hand struggling to grasp his large wrist. "Niall..." I whispered, he came back down to my level. "If I do-" I stuttered. "-Give myself to you." I chocked, he rubbed his hand over my forearm to calm me, allowing me to finish my sentence. "Promise you won't be rough?" I asked pitifully, trying to stay strong. He leaned into my ear, kissing my cheek before whispering- "I don't want you to worry about that. I'm going to keep you safe, wether it's from someone else. Or me." I backed away as I stared into his eyes of honesty. "Thank you." I lightly smiled. "I'm lusting over you, yes. But I'm not asking anything from you. I'd never, ever, EVER do such a thing." Suddenly, for the first time ever. Talking about the subject, didn't give me chills. It didn't frighten me. It soothed me. The way Niall spoke, as if it was a beautiful thing. It could be beautiful. With someone you love. Niall made me feel special, I loved that about him. As much as I feared over everything, I was so blessed to have Niall. "I love falling for you." I admitted, causing a light blush to appear on his cheeks. "Ditto." He smiled.

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