Dangerously In Love

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  • Published: 14 Mar 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2014
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COMPLETED. Georgia Brink had a wild past. She lived a dangerous life. She wanted out. Moving to Bane was supposed to be a new change for her. That was until she met Niall Horan. She swore to herself that she wouldn't get into the bad crowd. She promised herself she would be the good person she used to be. Will she keep her promises? Or will she fall for the badass, Niall Horan? ((first chapter to the sequel is up))


25. Chapter 25

Chapter 25


“Georgia! Georgia!” Niall and I pulled away from our close proximity as we heard the yelling from down the hall. I stood up off the ground while Niall stayed alert, perched against the bed.

“In here!” I called out. The door burst open a few seconds later and revealed Matt and Jared. They both ran up to me and pulled me into a hug. Jared’s arms were around my neck whilst Matt’s was around Jared’s body and mine. 

“Thank god!” Matt breathed into my ear. The relief was so obvious in his tone, it made me want to cry. My shoulder started to feel a little wet and when I turned I found Jared crying on my shoulder. The emotion in his face really made me cry. The tears leaked out of my eyes. 

I missed these boys. I missed Cindy and Violet and Beth. I missed their teasing and their kind hearts. I missed their awful jokes and their laughter. I missed them. 

"Aw, Jared." I teased, as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I smiled through my tears as the both of them chuckled. 

"Shut up, I'm not crying. It's just sweat okay. I fought my ass out there, okay." He said as he wiped the teardrops from his cheeks. Suddenly a fresh wave of tears came from him and it made me laugh harder. "Shut up!"

"Aw." I said again. They both smiled sheepishly at me and hugged me again. 

When we pulled away, I went over to Niall who had a look of total bliss on his face. He had a faint smile on his lips and his eyes were far away. I sat down beside him and turned his head to face me. He looked at me and his smile widened. 

"I love you." I whispered to him. His smile spread wider into a grin and he gave me a soft kiss. 

"I love you." He said after we pulled away. 

I know it seemed cheesy, telling him I love him again in a span of 20 minutes. But I couldn't help it. I keep thinking that i had to do it. I have to tell him I love him because I feel like there's something hanging over me. I know everything is over. James isn't against us and Nixon is dead. I shouldn't feel like I'm going to die or i'm going to get kidnapped again. I know i shouldn't feel like this. But after a traumatic experience like that, I felt like I had to. Like i have to remind him before it was too late. 

"Niall?" A voice came from the doorway. I looked up to see a familiar guy. He looked tired and worn out. There were specks of blood on his white t-shirt and his face was covered in bruises. His eyes were trained on Nixon's body on the floor. 

"Blake!" Niall exclaimed then he groaned. I turned to him, concerned of his pain. I looked at his bare torso to see a large blue bruise that covered half his chest. It was massive and right in the centre was a red circle from the bullet.

"What happened?" Blake asked, his eyes darted from Nixon on the floor, to the massive bruise on Niall's chest, to James who was still stood beside the bed. 

"My dad shot me, James shot him and baddabing baddaboom, here we are." Niall answered vaguely. 

He laid a tentative hand on his chest as he breathed short breaths. I reached out and took his hand off his chest. He looked at me with a solemn expression. 

"My dad shot me." He said in a realising tone. As if the thought of his dad putting a bullet in his chest wasn't real and it never happened. "My own flesh and blood shot me." 

I nodded my head. "Niall..." I trailed off. He looked at me and his blue eyes were grave. 

"Shit, he was a coldhearted son of a bitch, wasn't he?" He mused. I laughed at that and the guys in the room chuckled as well. I looked at Niall to find him already looking at me, his eyes boring into mine. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss.

“Ugh.” I heard Matt and Jared scoff. I looked at the both of them and they both had disgusted faces.

“What?” I inquired with an accusatory look.

“This is how it’s going to be for a while, isn’t it?     All kissing and lovey dovey.” Matt asked. I grinned sheepishly at him and blushed. 

“Yep.” Niall answered bluntly.

“Wait, I need more of an explanation.” Blake said who was now accompanied by ten other guys who were trying to look into the room. 

“I’ll explain.” James spoke up from behind me. He was stood awkwardly with an uncomfortable expression on his face. I gave him a reassuring smile and he returned a soft one. He maneuvered through the room to where Blake was stood and proceeded to explain what happened.

“Do you want an explanation too?” I asked my friends. They both shook their head.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Jared spoke up for the both of them. I aw’d once more and pulled them both into a hug.

I heard a groaning an saw Niall pushing himself off the floor. I ran to him and told him to sit back down but he just shook his head. He had a stubborn expression on his face as he gripped on to my arms and stood up straight.

“I’m okay. See?” He gestured down to his body, where the bruise was the only thing I could see. 

“You’re vest was too thin, Niall! Look at how big the bruise is!” I scolded him. My eyes couldn’t leave the bruise. It went from his shoulder to the middle of his chest. In my eyes, the red circle in the middle was getting bigger. Maybe that was just my paranoia and my worry but still, it’s all I could see.

Niall grabbed my head in between his hands. His blue eyes pierced my green ones. He had a faint amused smile on his face as he looked at my pout. The he whispered, “I’m fine, I promise.”

I sighed audibly and he pecked my lips. My face suddenly went cold once his hands left it. Not to sound cheesy or anything, but the warmth he emitted made me feel better. I watched him walk to where Nixon lay on the floor. He stared down at Nixon. It made me wonder what his exact thoughts are. 

I can’t even imagine what’s going on in his mind. His own father shot him. WIthout reason too. The man he should’ve been able to trust, to depend on. The man that he loved. The man that taught him to grow and learn. Niall’s eyes narrowed as he looked at where Nixon’s hands lie. He bent down and picked up the bloody gun from Nixon’s hand and surveyed it. 

“Is that his dad?” Matt asked from beside me. I turned to him and his attention was focused on the dead body.

“Y-yeah.” I stuttered. 

“What happened here, Georgia?” Jared asked from the other side of me.

“Uh-” I started to say but then I was isolated in the memories and flashbacks of my two weeks here.

Everything that happened in this room engulfed me. I was brought back to the time i first came here. I remembered the first day here, where I was cuffed to the bedpost. I remember the fear and the panic that surged through me. I remembered the confusion in me when James taunted me with ‘the plot twist’. 

I remembered Aaron coming into my room for the first time. I remembered the confusion then when he started to touch me and force me to kiss him, I’ve never felt so much hatred for someone in my life. I remembered taking all the men’s hits when I wouldn’t respond to them. I remembered Aaron’s forced touches. I remembered meeting Nixon for the first time. Seeing his cold blue eyes, I was surprised that him and Niall were blood related. Niall’s eyes were always warm and safe, they may not have always been happy but they were always warm. Nixon’s eyes were snake-like, cold, leering and unloving. 

“Georgia, honey, come back.” I was brought back to reality where Niall was cupping my face in his hands and staring into his eyes. Except I couldn’t look directly into his. He seemed to be moving up and down. He tightened his hands on my face and suddenly his face wasn’t moving anymore. 

That was when I realised I was hyperventilating. I could still feel the tremble in my hands. I couldn’t exactly grasp air and the tears were pouring down. Niall pulled me into his chest softly and I let the tears go until they stopped. His firm body kept mine from shaking.

“N-niall I-I’m N-n y-you I-i H-h-h-h w-w-w-wh I-i.” I tried talking but I couldn’t get any words out. I felt like I was choking on every sound I tried making. He kept whispering reassuring words into my ear. 

It took me a while to finally calm down. I never realised how badly those two weeks scarred me emotionally and mentally. Every single memory was now embedded into my mind, silently hanging there waiting to pounce at any opportunity to be remembered. It was carved into my memories. I wouldn’t be able to look at this shirt the same way, the shoes, these pants, the colour white, hardwood floors. Nothing would ever look the same. 

“Shh, Georgia, shh.” Niall whispered in my ear once more.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” I stammered. His bare chest was now wet with tears.

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay.” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I replied. “What happened? Why was I hyperventilating?”

“I asked you what happened and you just left the earth. You didn’t answer for a while then you screamed. You started to shake really badly. It was scary, Georgia. You just kept shaking and you kept crying and you kept screaming. As soon as Niall touched your face you stopped screaming. Then he said something and you stopped shaking badly. I’m sorry, Georgia. I didn’t mean to trigger any memories.” Jared said, his eyes were so full of regret. 

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine now.” I told him.

I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me with deep concern. James looked like he wanted to say something badly so I smiled at him reassuringly. I did the same to Matt and Jared then I turned to Niall. 

I was scared to see him look at me like I was fragile but he wasn’t. He looked at me with pure admiration. It warmed my heart to know that he doesn’t think I’m vulnerable. That he didn’t have to watch his words around me. He looked so proud that I endured those two weeks and I’m still here breathing and alive, standing strong even after one mental break down. 

I mouthed ‘I love you’ and he mouthed it back. I gave him a grateful smile and he leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. I was so grateful to have him. 

“Now can we please leave this room before I break down again?” I joked but no one seemed to laugh except for Niall. 

“Lighten up guys, I’m fine. I promise.” I booed. We all left the room together and walked downstairs. 

“Wait, what about Nixon?” Blake asked.

“I’ll get one of my guys to get him.” James suggested and Niall nodded.

“I don’t want to see him again. Dead or alive.” Niall mused. I kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Wait, James. What about Henry?” I asked James, turning to look at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll keep looking for him but I don’t have much now that Nixon’s dead.”

“Wait, I know where Henry’s body is.” One of the guys said. I don’t recognise him at all so I guess I never met him.

“What? How come you know where it is and I don’t, Landon?” Niall asked a little shocked and possibly even more betrayed.

“He didn’t tell me, if that's what you're thinking. My brother was part of the team that went out to ‘discard’-” Landon used quotation marks and said the word discard sarcastically, “-he told me they locked him in your dad’s private vault.”

“As in the one in Texas?” Niall asked and Landon nodded.

“Shit.” James muttered and half the guys agreed.

“Niall?” I whispered. He looked down at me and I felt so small at that moment. i was tired and upset and absolutely paranoid. The way he looked at me made me feel more safe and secure. 

“Yes?” He asked. The way he said that though, it sort of frightened me in a good way. It sounded like he was willing to do anything for me. It sounded like he was ready to move mountains for me. It frightened me but it felt good to know that he will always be there no matter what.

“Can I go home?” My voice was very small. 

His eyes softened and he nodded. He leaned in and gave me a kiss and whispered, “i love you” before turning to everyone else and letting them know that he was taking me home. It felt good to finally leave that house and see the outside world. It felt good to breathe in fresh air. 

“You ready?” Niall asked as soon as I was strapped in his ferrari.

“Yes.” I answered. i want to see my mom and my dad. I want to go home where everything is familiar, where I will be safe. 






Guys, there’s two more chapters left including the epilogue, i think. And I purposely left out Aaron. But anyway, not important. 2 CHAPTERS LEFT ERMAHGERD!!!!


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