Who Would've Guessed? *Niall Horan Love Story*

”Harry, Please don't make me do this!” I begged trying to hold back tears as Harry looked at me with pained eyes

"Hannah, I have no other choice, mum is making me take you. I wouldn't take you if I didn't have to. I hate seeing you like this.

The paparazzi were surrounding all the entrances to the airport so we had to get Paul to help us get through. As Niall pulled me threw through the crowd, the bulbs were popping each picture they took. I slid on my aviators and looked down until I heard almost every reporter yelling for Niall and I to kiss.

Niall pulled me up so I was right by his side and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, keeping his other hand in mine as he leaned down and kissed my temple, giving the paps what they wanted. I saw more lighting flash on our faces.

I slid my hand into his lightly and I soon felt nails digging into my skin.


2. Chapter 1

*Hannah's POV*


"Harry,.please don't make me do this!" I begged trying to hold back the tears as Harry looked at me with pained eyes.


"Hannah, I have no choice, mum is making me take you. I wouldn't make you if I didn't have to. I hate seeing you like this." he walked closer to me so we didn't have to yell across the room at each other. I looked down not wanting to meet his gaze and stared at the plush cream carpet beneath my feet.


"Why can't I just stay home? I can take care of myself."


"It would just be served. Would you rather be home alone for a whole year or be protected by a bunch of teenage boys and a huge body guard?" he was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation but it wasn't working. And to be completely honest I would rather be home alone than with Niall. He would probably hurt me worse than any amount of loneliness that I could suffer through. You wouldn't even imagine the things he's put me through. He never liked me from the start; when One Direction was made.


Management and all the boys knew that Niall and I didn't get along so they made us fake date so no one suspected anything. When I first heard that we would do that, I cried for days.


I remember he would just glare at me for no reason. I used to be an outgoing person. Now, I choose to stay crowded in my little shell. It's better there, no on can hurt you. If you don't talk to anyone, then how can you get hurt? Good thinking right? Well Niall found just a way to make my life a living hell. 


I didn't even answer Harry; I walked up the stairs to my room and slammed the door as loud as I could and pulled out my suitcase to pack. I grabbed almost every article of clothing that I owned and shoved them into my bags, I mean we were gone for a year right? After I had packed everything I dragged my bags down stairs and into the entryway and stalked into the kitchen.


"When are we leaving?" I tapped Harry's shoulder so I could get his attention. He turned round and was eating a sandwich.


"As soon as the boys get her and finish my food," his voice muffled with all the food shoved in his mouth but I could still understand him. Just as I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge is heard familiar voices flooding the house, bouncing off the walls. 


"Are we ready?" Liam asked, poking his head out of the living room, a smile plastered on his face. I nodded and started heading to the entryway to get my bags and put them in the car. As I was about to grab the handle, my bag got kicked over.I looked up into the smirking eyes of Niall.


"Nice hands, Hannah," he glared down at me spitting out my name at the end like he had just brushed his teeth and drank orange juice.


Sighing, I grabbed two bags at a time and brought them out to the van, handing them to Louis who stuffed them in the back.


"Thanks Lou" I smiled up at him as we walked back into the house.


"No problemooo!" he said cheerfully and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.


As we walked into the kitchen I saw the boys all standing around talking causally, we'll as causal as they got.


"Let's go!" Louis yelled, his voice booming off the walls making me flinch.


We all started walking to the van and when we piled in there was only one seat left.


Right next to Niall.


Sighing I climbed into the seat next to him, which was all the way in the back and leaned my head against the side of the door trying to get as far away as possible from him. I pulled out my headphones and plugged them into my Iphone blasting to One Direction. Personally I loved their music not just because of Harry but it was actually really good. I was proud of the boys and yes, even Niall. 


I closed my eyes because my head was starting to hurt and leaned my forehead against the side of the windows.


I must have fallen asleep because I was awoken to a sharp pain in my side.


"Ouch" I muttered to myself rubbing at my side. I felt a bruise coming on already. I looked up and saw Niall glaring down at me.


"Finally, your up," He growled, stepping over me and out of the van joining the boys. I grabbed my phone and backpack following him out.


"Could you be any slower?" he whispered only low enough for me to hear and stuck his hand out for me to grab onto. I slid my hand into his and soon felt nails digging into it. I had to bite my lip to stop me for screaming out in pain. Wow, this year was going to suck.


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