Dangerously In Love

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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))


26. Chapter 26

Chapter 26


Niall drove his Ferrari slower than usual. The ride was silent as I stared out the window into the night sky, my arms wrapped around my chest. It wasn't awkward and I knew Niall was silent so I wasn't completely overwhelmed. 

My arms were tight as if I was holding myself together. For some reason I could feel myself on a verge of another break down. It felt like the tears were under a very thin layer and the tremor in my hands weren't completely gone. Unfocused images from my experience keep flashing through my head. I tried to keep myself from actually seeing a clear image. 

"Hello?" Niall suddenly said as we crossed the border from Nevada to California. "Mindy?"

My head shot towards him as I heard my mother's name. Was she worried about me? Is she mad at me? Does she know what's going on? The last time I saw her, we were yelling at each other. I hated her in that moment and I wished that I wasn't related to her. She sounded like she was on the verge of disowning me. Was she worried? Is she mad?

All I wanted to say to her was that I love her and i miss her and I'm sorry for being the biggest brat possible. 

"Yeah, I have her. She's fine." Niall said on the phone. "No, he's... different? I guess." "No, he isn't." "She's not hurt or anything." "Yeah, we're almost home." "I will." "Okay, see you Mindy." 

"I thought she hated you." I whispered. Niall looked at me and shook his head slowly. 

"Not anymore." He murmured. 

"Does she still..." I started but I didn't want to know the answer to that question. I don't want to know if she's still mad because she probably is. "Does she know?"

"She does. She knows everything." He answered. 

She knows. She knows about me being in a gang. She knows about James, about Niall. She knows everything. She must really hate me right now. I lied to her, I went behind her back. I did everything a daughter shouldn't do. She must really really hate me. 

"She doesn't, you know." Niall said. I looked at him, a little confused. Can he read my mind or something?

"W-what?" I stuttered. 

"I know what you're thinking and she doesn't hate you." He said as he unwrapped one of my arms and held my hand in his large one. 

"How could she not, though? I've done so many bad things she must hate me. She must be blazing mad at me." I assumed. 

"She doesn't and she isn't. She loves you and she's so worried about you. She wanted to come today but I wouldn't let her. It was too dangerous for her." He said, as he turned onto my street. 

I shook my head disbelievingly. She should hate me. I abused the privilege of being a child. I abused her love and her trust. She can't love me the way she does. She should hate me. 

Niall pulled into our driveway and I really started to feel it. My hands started to shake and I couldn't breathe. It felt like my throat was closing in and I couldn't get any air through. It was torture trying to breathe. I just couldn't do it. 

"Ni-" I tried to say his name but I really couldn't. Niall got out of the car and ran over to mine, opening it and crouching beside me. 

"Shh, Georgia. Breathe." He whispered as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in. I started to find air in the comfort of his arm. I inhaled his scent deeply and I started to breathe properly again. My throat wasn't constricting and my hands weren't shaking terribly. 

"She loves you, okay." He murmured into my hair. I nodded my head and tried to say it to myself. 

My mother loves me. 

My mother loves me. 

Mindy loves me. 

"Come on." He said as he grabbed my hands and pulled me from the car. He held on to my hands and I gripped them tightly, as if he was my lifeline. And he sort of was. He kept my sane, he kept me from going into the dark with images and memories of the past two weeks. 

"I love you, Niall." I whispered into his shoulder when we walked up the steps to the front door. 

"I love you." He said as he opened the door to my house. 

I took a deep breath before stepping on to the white tiled floor. Niall walked me to the living room and there I saw my parents huddle together with Beth, Cindy and Violet. They surrounded my mother whilst she fidgeted with her wedding ring and a ring I gave her a few years ago. I never realised that she still wore it. 

Her head snapped up as my heels tapped the floor just out side the frame of the room. She burst into tears as soon as she made eye contact. It shocked me when she cane running up to me. 

"Oh, Georgia!" She cried when she enveloped me into a hug. I could feel her hot tears on my bare shoulder. 

"Mom." I whispered as the tears began to spill from my eyes.

"Oh thank god, you're okay! I was so worried, Niall said I couldn't come. And we left on the wrong foot. And you were gone for two weeks. And god knows what happened to you. And you scared the living shit out of me. And, oh baby, I love you so much. I love you so so so much." She sobbed onto my shoulder. I clutched her tightly, not wanting to let go the comfort of my mother's arms. I cried with her, muttering how much I love her and how I was so sorry for lying and betraying her. 

"I'm sorry for being the worst daughter ever." I whispered as our tears stop. She pulled out of the hug abruptly and left her hands on my shoulder. Her bloodshot brown eyes stared straight into mine. 

"You are not the worst daughter ever. You are the most amazing, most brightest, most beautiful and most loving daughter anyone could ever have, okay? Don't say that you're the worst because you're not." She wrapped her arms around my shocked figure. "You're not." she whispered. 

"I love you, mom." I said as another wave of tears came. 

"I love you both." I heard my father's voice say then I felt his arms wrap around both mine and my mother's bodies. We stood here for a while, hugging it out in silence. 

"What happened out there?" My father asked and just like that another attack came. 

The memories flooded my mind. I started to feel my whole body tremble then it shook vigorously. I couldn't see the living room of my house anymore. All I saw was the clear image of the horrible things I endured whilst I was kidnapped. My throat closed in for the third time of the night and my breathing sped up at an alarming rate. I felt the scream bubble from my gut, up my throat and out of my mouth. My ear-piercing scream didn't even sound like myself. I was vaguely aware of the tears that was spilling down my cheeks and the frightened shouts of Niall's name. 

The images, the memories, the faces. Everything just filled the space of the room, making me relive it. 

"Shh. I love you, Georgia." Niall's voice cleared the images from my mind. They started to fog and fade. The shaking relaxed into a slight tremor of my hands. Niall's hand was stroking my hair and the other was cupping my chin. 

I breathed in deeply a few times to relax myself and stop the crying. "I h-h-h-have g-g-got t-to s-s-stop that." I tried to chuckle to take the attention away from my attack but it came out as a nervous, shaky laugh instead. 

Everyone was still silent as Niall pulled me into his chest. His chest rumbled at my pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. When I pulled out of the hug, i found my parents clutching each other tightly. Their hands clutched each others' and their eyes were widened with fear. Beth, Cindy and Violet had identical expressions, their bodies poised in a stance to run away. 

"I'm sorry." I apologised, smiling to show that I'm okay. 

My mother dived at me again, pulling me in for another hug. She hugged me tightly. Her arms squeezing me, the material of her cardigan brushed my bare arms each time she tightened her arms. I clutched her tightly and gave her a reassuring squeeze. I honestly did not mean for them to see that. It was embarrassing, to be honest. Who breaks down in front of people like that? Screaming and crying and shaking... I could most definitely pass as a mad person. 

“Why are you apologising?” She asked as she pulled away and wiped the lone tears off her cheeks. “I can’t begin to imagine what happened and if it was that horrifying... oh, sweetie. I love you so much. When you’re ready to talk, you’ll talk to me right?”

I nodded. I glanced at my father. His shocked and fearful expression was still etched on his face. He looked frozen. His eyes were locked on mine and his stance looked like he was preparing for another break down. I could see it in his identical green eyes that he was scared to make the same mistake. To see me break down to pieces again. I can see it in his green eyes. I gave him a small, reassuring smile but he didn’t seem to respond. He looked like he was ready for an explosion. As if I was a ticking time bomb and if he stays absolutely still, nothing would happen. 

“Dad, I’m okay. I promise.” I gave him another small, reassuring smile. He hesitated in taking a step which mad me frown. My break down wasn’t that scary was it? I was starting to fear that this would be a regular occurrence. That every time I go hysterical, he won’t even take a step in my direction. I don’t want that to happen. I love my father and I don’t want him to feel like every word would set me off. Because it won’t. I’ll make sure it won’t. 

He took a step towards me then glanced at my face, as if expecting the tears and the screaming to turn on. i just looked at him blankly until he swallowed his fear and came to me. When he finally realised I’m okay, he ran towards me and wrapped his arms around my small body. One thing about my father, he never shows affection. He’ll do the awkward hugs once in a while and he doesn’t talk about his feelings or thoughts often. He’s the neutral one in the family. But when affection is needed the most, he gives his whole soul to the person. He’s not affectionate at all but I guess that’s what makes his affection a lot more special than others. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t want to.. you know. I love you.” He whispered into my ear.

“It’s okay. I love you too dad.” I whispered back, squeezing him more than I probably should have.

When we both pulled away, my friends lunged for me and we were all engulfed in a group hug. I could feel Cindy silently crying on my shoulder, Beth was hugging me tightly and Violet was whispering things in my ear. We stood like that for a while. I didn’t exactly expect them to be here. I expected them to be doing their own thing and checking in every once in a while but I honestly didn’t expect them to be with my parents worrying about me. Actually, I didn’t expect anyone to worry about me. I don’t consider myself popular nor important. 

It shocks me that my friends would do this for me. It shocked me when Matt and Jared were there to help save me. It shocked my that my parents were sitting here, fretting my wellbeing. It shocked me that Cindy, Beth and Violet were just as worried as my parents. I expected some sympathy and some worry but I did not expect their whole lives to revolve around the fact that I was kidnapped.

“I was so worried! When Niall called me that first day asking for you, i had this gut feeling that something terrible happened. I just never thought it would drag on for this long. Oh, I love you, honey. You know that.” Cindy gasped all in one breath as Violet and Beth let go. Cindy held on for a bit longer. Her tears spilled onto my bare shoulder.

“I love you too, Cindy.” I answered, squeezing her with the same amount of pressure.

When Cindy pulled away, Violet grabbed my hand. She stared into my eyes with her mesmerising blue eyes, the violet in them standing out more than usual. “I am so glad you’re okay. Whoever kidnapped you is an asshole.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Vi.”

“Language, Violet.” My mother scolded and Violet winked at her.

“Georgia,” Beth whispered and I moved closer to her. Beth was a very quiet girl and she kept to herself a lot. She rarely speaks to anyone but when she does, she speaks her heart which is so pure and full of gold. “You’re so brave. You’ve been here for an hour and you’ve only broken down once. I’m so proud of you. Thank god, you’re okay.”

I gave her a big hug. Her words touched me. It was sweet, none of them told me that I was brave and it felt good to be told that I was. I never thought that I was. I’ve had two breakdowns. I’ve cried more on this day than the eighteen years I’ve been alive. So it was new to be called brave. I always thought the weakest were the ones who cry a lot. But I guess crying actually makes you stronger because it lets out all your emotions, making more room for new ones.  

“Where’s Jared and Matt?” Violet asked. 

“They’re-” Niall started but was interrupted by a slam of the door.

“JB and MC in the house!” Jared’s voice boomed as he walked into the room with Matt. They both strutted in, shoulders moving in a swagger. They stopped in front of all of us, their shoulders connected and arms crossed. They had their ray-bans on and leather jackets, trying to look all gangster but honestly they looked so ridiculous. 

It wasn’t even a second before I started laughing. It wasn’t an ordinary laugh. It was a knee-slapping, no-sound, clapping-like-a-seal, eyes-shut, tears-streaming kind of laugh. The kind of laugh that I haven’t done in two weeks. In fact I haven’t smiled this much in two weeks. It hurt my cheeks but I couldn’t not laugh. It was such a sight to see.

My parents, Niall and my friends looked at me with surprise. I guess it was unexpected to see me laughing like this after I went hysterical. Then each of them fell into a smile that showed they were happy at seeing me like this. Niall started to chuckle and the girls shook their head at the boys. My parents looked at me with pride and happiness as they watched me laugh so hard that my stomach felt like it was going to jump out.

“Just because your name is Jared Buchanan does not mean you get to be called JB. That’s for Justin Bieber and Justin Bieber only.” Violet rolled her eyes as she slapped Jared upside the head. 

“Yeah, and just because your last name is Cameron, Matt, doesn’t mean you’re MC. Jeez, sometimes it’s a shame to hang out with you two.” Beth shook her head at her brother.

“Oh come on, you at least have to give us credit for creativity.” Matt pouted as he took off his shades.

“You stole both of the nicknames. Plus it’s not that hard to make up.” Cindy argued.

“But... ugh. You guys are party poopers.” Jared sighed as he too slipped off his shades.

“How about this. You two get credit for making Georgia laugh.” Niall said as he walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissing my hair. The two boys puffed out their chests and gave the girls smug looks.

“I’m going to make dinner.” My mom said as she moved to the kitchen. My eyebrows knitted together. It was too late for dinner.

“Mom, it’s almost 11.” I told her as I gestured to the clock that read 10:52 pm.

She shrugged. “It’s never too late for a feast. Besides none of us has eaten today.” Then she mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘or for two weeks for that matter’ but I didn’t question her.

“I love you, Niall.” I said when I looked up at him. His hair was now brown with only hints of blonde. His blue eyes were shining bright. His smile looked like it wouldn’t be leaving his face any time soon. And his skin on mine fired electricity all throughout my body. He made my heart race with every look.

“I love you, Georgia.” Niall replied, kissing my cheek affectionately. He unwrapped his arm from my shoulders and went to the kitchen where my parents disappeared.

“Since when were Niall and my parents so close?” I asked them in a quiet voice so as not to be overheard by any of them in the kitchen. “I mean, last time I checked, my mom hated his guts.”

Matt shrugged. “When you disappeared and Niall was freaking the f*ck out, your parents came home and wondered where you were. Apparently your mom went apesh*t. Niall explained the whole gang sh*t, which is pretty f*cking cool. Y’know, I’m friends with an ex-gang member and her boyfriend is part of a gang. Like, dude!” Matt has this annoying habit of swearing a lot. It makes you uncomfortable at first but you get used to it.

“Matt!” I interrupted his musings.

“Oh, right.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, your mom and Niall have been working together to find you and all that. They just became heaps close which is kind of adorable, y’know. Like, your mom who once hated your boyfriend was now being nice to him in the quest to help save you then on the way they become really close. I mean it’s pretty fucking adorable.” He mused.

I laughed at the idiot. He can go so off track when telling a story. Sometimes I don’t even think he’s legit, like he talks just to talk. Jared came up behind Matt and gripped the back of his neck, chuckling to himself.

“You’ve gotta pick up your balls, Matt.” Jared teased.

Matt elbowed his stomach and walked off. “Whatever, I stick to what I said. It’s f*cking adorable. Don’t deny it, you think it too.” 

Jared followed him, teasing him about his manhood and his girliness and his cheesiness to the kitchen where no doubt, they were fishing for food before dinner.

“Sometimes, I feel like they have a man crush on each other.” Violet thought aloud, staring after the boys.

“Same. It’s hard to think that Matt’s my younger brother sometimes.” Beth agreed.

I laughed. “You’re only like 7 minutes older. Jeez, Beth.”

“So what. I can use it against him. He gets so pissed off.” Beth laughed. Both her and Violet sat back down on the sofa and turned the tv on to Pretty Little Liars. A rerun of the Halloween episode was on.

I never felt so at home at that moment. They really do know how to make me feel better despite the fact that I was crazed a while ago. 






ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO!!!! ((&the epilogue))


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