A Big Mistake

"You were the biggest mistake of my life! I never want to see you again!" I shouted at Niall. "Brittany please don't do this." He begged grabbing my hand so I couldn't run away.
I looked into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that I had once fallen in love with. "I thought fairytales were real ever since I met you. Apparently I was wrong. I'm done with you Niall James Horan! Just leave me alone." I yanked my hand away from his grasp and ran into my apartment slamming the door shut behind me. I slid down the door and cried on the floor.
It seemed like everything in my life was falling apart. I never thought he would do that to me, but I was wrong. I made a mistake. A big mistake.


2. The Meeting

"I'm going to miss you so much!" I cried into my best friend Sydney's shoulder. We had been best friends since we were six. We went to the same school in California. We were like twins. We were both athletic, smart, and seventeen years old. The only exception was, I had blonde hair and blue eyes and she had brown hair and brown eyes. 

My mom and I were moving to London due to her new job. Ever since my dad was arrested when I was ten, my mom was constantly working and finding higher paying jobs. This job was the golden opportunity for us. My mom earned a lot of money a day for her photography job and the company she worked for offered to buy us our apartment in the city as long as she payed the bills. She accepted the offer, and even though I didn't want to go to London and leave my friends, my mom and I were close, and I had to do this for her. She was my everything and I was hers. 

"Come on Britt, get in the car or we'll miss our flight!" my mom shouted from the back seat of the taxi. 

"Coming mom!" I yelled back. 

I turned to Sydney one last time and gave her a last hug. We had promised to text and Skype but I knew that would only last for so long. I threw my luggage in the trunk, then climbed in the seat next to my mom. As the taxi pulled away from my house I waved one final goodbye to Sydney and the house I grew up in. It was kind of like saying goodbye to all my childhood memories.I grew up in the house. It was where I spoke my first word, got on the bus for my first day of school, played with my mom in the sandbox, slid down the slide while she cheered me on from the bottom, took my first swim and dive in the pool, had my first S'more. It was where everything happened. The place where my mom and I fought for everything we had financially and still managed to pull through because we had each other for support. 

The taxi ride wasn't a long drive to the airport. It was a quiet ride. I was listening to my music and my mom was instructing the taxi driver where to go. We arrived at the airport, and checked our bags in. The line wasn't long and soon we were called onto our flight. My mom and I had different seats on the plane because we couldn't afford ones together. My ticket was for the first class because my church helped pay for it where as my mom's was farther back along the plane. We said goodbye to each other and decided on a place to meet after the flight landed. I dragged my bag behind me and found my seat. I tried to lift my bag into the cupboard above my head, but it was too heavy. 

"Here, let me help you with that." an Irish voice said to me. 

"Thank you." I responded turning to face a guy with bleach blonde hair. He was about 5'9. He looked friendly. His bright blue eyes sparkled in the light. I could just make out his muscles peaking out through his tight shirt. 

"It's not a problem, it looks like we're seat buddies." he said. 

"Oh, cool. My name is Brittany, but you can call me Britt for short." I said. 

"Well, Britt my name's Niall, but I bet you already knew that." he laughed. 

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Umm, I'm sorry I don't usually know strangers names on the first meeting." I laughed. 

"Oh, never mind sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else." he replied blushing. 

I took my seat next to him. 

"So what brought you here on a flight to London?" he asked. 

"Well, my mom got a new job and she took the offer, so I kind of had to go with her, unless I wanted to live with a relative." 

"What about your dad?" he asked. 

I froze. I hated whenever someone brought up my dad after what he did to us, to me specifically. 

"Umm he's not in the picture anymore." I replied.

I could feel tears prickling in my eyes. He was the one that stole my virginity when I was only ten years old. 

"Oh, I'm sorry I brought it up." he said 

"It's fine." I replied. 

There was an awkward moment for awhile. The silence took over and I decided to put my headphones in. I was listening to the playlist Sydney made for me. A song called What Makes You Beautiful came on. It was really catchy and I hadn't noticed that I was drumming my fingers to the rhythm of it. 

"What are you listening too?" he asked me. 

"Oh, it's this song called What Makes You Beautiful, it's really catchy." 

"I bet it is." he laughed, "Do you know who it's by?" 

"No. They haven't said the name yet. It's a group of guys though, and they all have really nice voices." 

"I'll have to listen to them sometime." he said leaning over his magazine to continue reading the article in it. 

Another song came on and the slow rhythm of it put me to sleep. I had a dream about my dad escaping from jail and coming home to my mom and I. He was holding a knife. He had tied me to the kitchen table naked. He was about to rape me. My mom was in the corner of the kitchen already dead from the knife. He leaned over me naked too, about to enter me. 

"Please don't!" I shouted at him. 

"I have to baby girl." he responded. 

"You left us! Dad. And this is how you repay me? by raping me?" I shouted. Tears were pouring down my face and I was shivering. 

"I have to baby girl." he responded again. 

He entered me and it hurt like hell. You could hear something rip. I screamed out in pain as he fucked me repeatedly. He took his knife and slashed it across my right boob. I cried out again which only made him slash me four more times, two of which were on my right and left thigh. His warm, wet, slobbery lips met mine as he kissed me roughly. He continued to fuck me until he reached his orgasm. I felt his sperm shoot up inside of me. After he was done he pulled out of me and held the knife to my throat.

"You're going to be joining your mother now." he spat in my face, holding the knife lightly pressed against my neck. A warm thin line of blood dripped down my neck. 

"Please, don't. Don't!" I screeched. 

"I need to kill you. You're my angel, and now I'm sending you to heaven to watch over me." he laughed mercilessly. 

"The only place you'll be going is hell." I replied spitting in his face. 

His lips pulled up in a snarl. It was the last look on his face before he slashed my neck. 

I screamed, woken up from my dream. My body was all sweaty and I was shaking. I grabbed my throat to make sure nothing was there. 

"Shh. It's alright. It was just a dream." Niall whispered to me. 

I hadn't even realized he had his arms wrapped around me. "Yeah I guess it was." I responded. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. 

"M-my d-da-dad." I stuttered. It made me shake even more. His arms tightened around me and I could tell that he was very muscular. 

"It's ok, he can't hurt you." he responded. "Do you want to go back to bed? It's about midnight and we'll be landing in about eleven hours." 

"I can't. I don't want to dream about that again." I shuddered at the memory and snuggled deeper into his arms. My face was buried in his shoulder. 

"I'll stay up with you." 

"No, it's fine. you should get some sleep." 

"How can a gentleman like me possibly let a lady like yourself stay up alone with the thought of accidentally falling asleep to a nightmare." he smirked, knowing he had won the argument. 

"Why thank you good sir." I responded. 

He flagged down the flight attendant and ordered two coffees for us. 

"The caffeine should help us to stay awake." he turned to me and smiled. "This should be a fun eleven hours." 

"Well, since you're already wrapping your arms around me you could say that." I laughed. 

"He blushed a faint pink. "I'm sorry. You were having a nightmare and I thought you wanted-."

"It's ok. I was kidding! Thank you for doing that." I kissed his cheek as the flight attendant brought us our coffees. I took mine gladly and sipped on the hot beverage. It warmed me up instantly and suddenly made me feel more safe. 

"So are you going to live in London? Or somewhere else in England?" he asked me sipping on his own beverage. 

"London. My mom and I have an apartment there." 

"I live there too with my four best friends. Maybe we can meet up sometime?" he asked nervously.

"I would love that." I responded. "You're technically my first England friend." 

Our conversation carried on like this until the plane landed. I squeezed his hand as we descended because I didn't like the feeling of it. He laughed at me of course, but he was a gentleman about it. 

"Do you want me to walk you out?" he asked, handing me my bag. 

"Well, actually I have to meet my mom, but thanks for offering." 

"Can I have your number?" he asked. 

"Yeah sure." We exchanged numbers and he took off into the crowd of people. 

I met my mom in the spot we had planned. She was holding a magazine in one hand and her bag in the other. 

"How was your flight?" she asked. 

"Really good." I smiled at the thought of meeting Niall. "How was yours?"

"It was long." she stated. "But I had this magazine to read for awhile."

"I have a feeling that I'm going to like London." I said to her. "Thank you for choosing this job, mom." 

"Aww honey. I'm glad you have a positive mind set about this." she said. She wrapped her arm around me as we walked outside of the airport to catch a taxi to the new apartment.

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