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.


30. So, this is love?

Ashley's POV:

"Morning..." Niall greeted me as I sleepily fluttered my eyes open. "Hmm... Morning." I smiled at him and snuggled back into his chest. He chuckled. "Breakfast?" He asked. "Yes, please." I said, still not bothering to open my eyes. "Oh, um, actually, I have to run to a couple places today. Could you make it? I'll be home as soon as I can." He said in the sweetest way possible. I sighed. "Sure," Man, I really wished he could just lie here with me forever. "Amelia went to Jackson's house, she'll be back later." Niall mumbled as he scurried out of bed. "Um... Okay." -Why is he in such a rush? "So you'll make breakfast, then I need you to pick up my mom from work, if that's okay. And um, if you don't mind, I promised Amelia I'd buy her a new cell phone case because, well, I kinda broke her last one and- oh yea, Lindsay's grandmother is sick in the hospital, would you mind just stopping by and giving her this gift basket?" Okay, wait. He wants me to make my own breakfast, eat alone in the giant house, pick up HIS mom from her work, replace Amelia's phone case that HE broke, then "stop by" the slut bag Lindsay's house and give her a gift basket, all while he's doing who the hell knows what? Seriously?! "Remind me again why I'm doing all of this?" I asked, a tad bit too irritated. "Because you love me." He kissed me while slipping on his jeans. "Seriously?" I murmured, showing my irritation. "Bye Ash!" He ran out the door. "SERIOUSLY?!?!" I yelled. *Slam* and just like that- he was out the door. Damn.


There's a list. There's a fucking list. You've GOT to be kidding me. Downstairs, in the kitchen, I decided to go through this "list".

- Pick up mom from work and drop her off at the house

- Goto the gas station and fill up the tank for the car

- Buy Amelia a new phone case (The money is on the island)

- Drop off the gift basket at Lindsay's

- Grab my guitar and drop it off at the repair store (One of the strings snapped)

- Go to the mall and buy yourself a beautiful dress

- Be ready by 7:00

-Niall x

I love you

Really? Wow. What is he doing that's so important right now? And a dress? Why do I need a dress? Hm. Maybe he has an interview with a record deal, maybe that's why he's going to be out all day. And maybe he just doesn't want to tell me incase in doesn't work out. Yes, lets stick with that nice thought in my head for the time being. Though that still doesn't explain why I need a dress. Oh well, forget it, right now, I have to get all these things done, but first; breakfast.


"Thank you darling so much for picking me up, I'm so appreciative." Mrs. Horan says. "Anytime, Mrs. Horan," I smile weakly, I'm still pissed at Niall for leaving me with all these chores. Gosh, I'm not his butler 'ya know. Hmp. "Oh um, do you mind if we stop by the gas station? I need to fill up the tank." I pout, staring at the sticky note on the steering wheel that holds all my errands. "Um... Sure, go ahead sweety. Is Niall making you run around?" She asks, noticing my sticky not. I nod sadly at her, she smiles. "Maybe he's just having a busy day himself, that's very sweet of you to do these for him." She says. "Yea, well, thanks..." I say, knowing deep inside that I'm not gonna be so 'sweet' when Niall comes home tonight, that is- if he ever does...


"Buy Amelia a new phone case... Okay..." I murmur to myself as I set off to the mall. The mall is crowded, great. Just great. I fiddle around in my purse and pull out the credit card Niall left me on the island and make my way inside the mall. "Hi miss, how may I help you?" A very blonde, very busty woman asks me as I walk into Macy's. "Oh no, I'm just looking thank you." I mumble as I scurry past her and walk out into the mall. "Free yogurt! Free yogurt! One scoop, one sent!" The very loud man yells as he tries to push everyone to take some of his yogurt. "Miss! Miss!" He yells at me. "Yogurt?" I shake my head, he frowns. "C'mon, one free yogurt won't kill ya." He says. "Sorry, no thank you." I murmur and run past him, getting bumped by almost everyone who passes. Gosh, I just wanna get this stupid phone case and go already. "Ugh." I grumbled as I stepped into the store. "Excuse me, can I help you?" A nice, young man asked. "Yes please, um, I'm looking for a phone case for my little sister, she has an iPhone 4 and her old one was broken." I huff. He smiles a very amusing, beautiful smile and points me in the direction of the cases. "Thank you."


'Buy yourself a beautiful dress' Niall's word's come back to me as I stand outside of the absolutely, magnificent, beautiful dress store. These dresses are surely WAY too expensive, even for Niall. "Here goes nothing...."


"Excuse me, miss, could you um-" "I'm very busy miss... One minute." Okay, that's the sixth person to blow me off like that.... I found my dress, I'm ready to check out, would someone please just help me?! The dress I picked is beautiful, it falls perfectly below my knees, not too slutty, not too conservative, the color is magical. Its a wonderful, royal blue. it's the same color as Niall's eyes, that's how I spotted it in the first place. Perfection is written all over it. "Excuse me, I really just need to ring this up and then I'll be on my way so please, will you help me?" I pleaded desperately to the cashier. "Sure thing miss." He smiled politely. Oh. Thank. Freaking. God.


"Guitar... Guitar... Where's his guitar..." I mumbled in search for Niall's broken guitar. "Oh.... Here it is." I found it in the corner of the room and it was indeed- broken. Now, why did I think he was lying about that? Hm. I quickly grabbed the instrument and headed indeed, BACK to the car. Ugh, these errands are killing me...


"No, I don't want a new one. I want this one to be fixed!" I shouted for about the fifth hundredth time at the store clerk, what was this guy not understanding?! "I'm sorry miss, you want a new one right?" "No, I'd like this one fixed." I said firmly and obviously irritated. "Okay, so you want this fixed." He said. "Yes!" "Okay, miss, one moment." Finally! I swear I've been here over an hour arguing with this guy. "Okay, you can pick it up on Tuesday, tell Niall I say hi." He smiles cooly. I frown. "H-How did you know that I know Niall?" I asked softly, eventually calming down from my so far- very irritating day. "Mr. Horan is a great costumer, and he doesn't ever stop talking about you, Miss Ashley. You're quite an icon over here." Then suddenly, another man walked over to us, long hair, pony tail, mid thirties, quite tall and says- "Oh! Is this the famous Ashley that Niall talks about?!" He reaches for my hand. "Pleasure to meet you, miss." He smiles warmly as he shakes my small hand. I smile nicely, blushing, flushing, and probably extremely awkwardly. "Pleasure's all mine, sir." I grin. "Wow, she is quite a catch, Ron. Niall wasn't kidding." He said to the before not-so-helpful store clerk. "Well, let Niall know I say hi! I'll take extra care of his guitar." This guy seemed a little bit more reasonable than the other one. Maybe he was just closer with Niall. Yea, lets go with that.


"T-T-T-T-Tha-Thank you...." Lindsay sniffled in fits of sobs. "You're welcome." I said soft, short and quick. "L-Look-" She started, wiping her nose with the napkin once in a while. "I know you don't like me all that much, and h-h-honestly I-I don't like you- *Sniffle* You either but. We both love Niall and-" "What?" Wait. Wait just one minute. You've gotta be kidding me right now. "You said, you what?" I asked firmly. "Well I um- I love Niall." She said with no hesitation this time. I laughed. "Yea okay, Lindsay, good luck with that." I snorted as I left the basket and walked away. God Niall's gonna pay, stupid ass, making me run around and shit. Ugh. Though I guess it's pretty sweet that he talks about me. I suppose that's good but- ugh. Still.

Stupid ass.


My stupid ass....


I zip up my dress, grab my shoes, and glance at the clock *7:12* Crap. Niall said 7:00. I ran down the stairs and out the door, assuming Niall would be there in his car waiting for me or something but- no. Not his car. Not at all. I just- I can't believe it. "Woah." I whispered. It's a- It's a-


A limo?

*To be continued*

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