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))


5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5


The day past so slowly and boringly and before I knew it it was the end of the day and I was walking home. I’m starting to think I have absolutely no friends at school. Either no one likes me or I’m intimidating. People always gushed about how people ran your way when you move schools but when it actually happens to you, all you get are stares and whispers. 

I never saw Niall the whole day apart from this morning, so I was quite surprised when I heard his car zooming down my street and slowing down to match my pace. He rolled down the dark tinted windows and half leaned into the passenger seat. I didn’t slow down my pace once but I didn’t look at him.

“Yes?” I asked him.

“We need to work on this project thingy.” He told me, matter-of-factly.

“That is correct.” I answered.

“So let’s do it tonight.” It wasn’t a question. It was more like a demand.

“What if I said I was busy?” I said as he parked the car outside my house. I heard his car door slam and his silent footfalls walked behind me.

“Then make yourself un-busy.” He demanded.

“Very persistent, are we?” I said sarcastically as I walked through the door. I didn’t even turn to check if he was following me.

“May as well start it now.” Him shrugging flashed into my mind without me having to turn around. I walked straight into the kitchen and took an apple from the fruit bowl. I nibbled on the red sphere while fixing Niall a drink.

“Fine, whatever.” I gave in as i handed him his drink. He drank it all in one go and slammed it on the counter once finished.

“Did that have vodka in it?” He asked after moment of silence.

“Yep.” I answered as I took another bite, the audible crunch sending shivers down my spine.


“It’s the only way I can get drunk without getting caught.”

“Don’t your parents drink the coke as well?”


I walked out of the kitchen with Niall hot on my heels. My feet walked along the hardwood floor, past the basement stairs and into the little library my family has. I searched the never ending shelves of books for A Midsummer Night’s Dream. When I found the book I turned to find Niall enthralled by the floor-to-ceiling book filled shelves.

“Quite a collection.” He murmured. I didn’t answer him. I watched him curiously, it’s not everyday you see a badass looking thug completely captivated by books.

“Have you read any of these?” He asked me without turning his head.

“I’ve read three full shelves.” i told him.

“That’s like over 100 books.” He said, the amazement clear in his voice.

“No, it’s about 70 books.” I corrected. “I’ve been reading since I was twelve. Best escape you can get without actually physically leaving.”

“That’s pretty cool.” He commented and i shrugged my shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go to my room.” I gestured towards the door.

“Woah there, I’m not prepared. I mean, I still have to buy more condoms. i ran out last week.” He joked. i rolled my eyes at his immaturity.

“I could do so much better than you.” I spat at him as I headed for the stairs, picking my canvas backpack on the way.

“So, you’re not a virgin?” His voice interested now. i shot him a glare over my shoulder as i walked up the stairs.

“Nope. That ship sailed two years ago.” I told him.

“You lost your virginity at 16?” I turned around to find his face with an incredulous expression. He was completely immobile on the stairs.

“Now, don’t go around thinking I’m a slut. I bet you lost yours at 14.” I snorted.

“It was 15 actually.” He corrected with a slight smug expression.

“I bet you were so nervous you were crying the whole time.” I snickered.

“N-no, I didn’t.” He stammered and I laughed out loud.

“You did, didn’t you?” His cheeks turned a rosy colour as I walked into my bedroom. “That would’ve been a sight to see.”

He dropped down on to my bed and sprawled out his legs. “I was 15, okay. It was my first time and the chick was like 17 and super hot.”

“Sure, Niall.” I said sweetly with a mock of a smile.

“Nice room, by the way. Are those butterflies?” He pointed to the black butterfly stickers on the wall near my headboard.

“Yeah, got a problem with that?” i put my arms up like a thug.

“Woah, there. I was just saying.” He joked and I rolled my eyes. I dropped A Midsummer Night’s Dream on the bed along with my book and i hopped on after it. Niall was on his side and i sat with my legs crossed in front of me.

“Okay, first things first. Pick a scene.” He did as he was instructed, picking one at random.

Then that was how our afternoon went. We read over the scene as many times as we could. We said a few lines out loud but that didn’t entirely go right. One of us would always stop abruptly and say how lame it was to do this. We bantered all afternoon. 

It wasn’t until around 6, Niall got a phone call in the middle of his line. I watched as his eyes widened and he jumped off my bed.

“I’ve got to go.” He said in a rush and bolted out of my room and out the door as if the house was on fire. I sat unmoving, unable to process what exactly just happened. I tried my best not to feel anything about it. I tried my best to stay neutral. I tried my best to not feel the pain in my heart and the throbbing of my mind telling me there are people more important to him. I tried my best to ignore all that.

But the thing is, I couldn’t. An afternoon of getting along, laughing and playfully ridiculing each other made me feel something different towards him apart from annoyance. He acted human and normal without a temper. He didn’t confuse me at all. So when he left as soon as he got that phone call, I felt like I was second option. I felt so unimportant. I probably am overreacting but this isn’t the first time the feeling has overcame me.

So I tried to forget it all. I drowned myself in a book where I imagined myself living that character’s life.


Niall’s POV


I wouldn’t change this moment if I had to. I know I shouldn’t feel that way. It would only make it worse for her. If this feeling progressed, it would make it worse for the both of us. But I can’t help but be selfless and just be happy around her and just be near her and just keep that smile on her face. 

It wasn’t until that phone call at 6:02 where reality came crashing down on me. I stared at the name that was flashing on my screen. I jumped off her king sized bed with egyptian cotton sheets while the blood kept draining from my face.

“I’ve got to go.” The words flowing out in a hurry and my feet ran out of the house. I jumped straight into my car and sped down her street. 

“Blake.” I said to the other person on the phone.

“They are coming.” He said straight away.

“Who?” I asked, fear and nervousness creeping into my system.

“Valley Kings.” He answered.

“I’m on my way.” I sighed, speeding down the road to where our rendezvous is usually at. Georgia did not once leave my mind.






I know i said Macbeth before but I decided A Midsummer Night’s Dream is better.


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