You Found Me (Niall Horan fanfic)

I was lost. Alone. Tired of trying. That's when he found me. One Direction fanfic


37. strong feelings

Skylar's POV

I woke up being very cold.  I looked down and saw I was naked.  The memories of last night came flooding in. I started to smile uncontrollably. So far, that was the best night of my life.  It still would have been fun if Niall and Harry didn't show up.  Speaking of Niall where was he? I patted the area next to me.  It was empty.  Niall was gone.  I checked the time.  It was 9:30.  They must have left for their flight.  My smile was kind of faded.  He didn't say goodbye.  Maybe he was in a rush.  I stood up and walked to my dresser.  I put on some yoga shorts and a t shirt.  

I walked into my dad's room and found Grace sound asleep.  I laughed quietly to myself.  I hope my dad hadn't come home and found her in his room.  That would be awkward.  

I walked downstairs into the kitchen.  I poured some rice krispies and milk into a bowl and started eating.  

"That looks, um, yummy," a voice said.  I looked up from my mushy and instantly started to smile.

"Niall," I said.

"Why do you sound surprised?" he laughed.

"I thought you guys had already left," i said.

"Without saying goodbye? of course not!"

"Where's Harry?"

"Right here!" Harry answered walking into the room.  

"DO you guys want something to eat?" I asked.

They both looked towards my cereal and shook their heads.

"I think I'll pass..." Harry said.  

"It tastes fine!" I said, defending the cereal.

They both laughed.  

A sleepy Grace walked downstairs into the kitchen.  She was borrowing a pair of my sweats and a t shirt.

"What's with all the noise?! I was sleeping!" she said, her eyes still closed.  

We all laughed.  She slowly made her way over to Harry  and latched onto him.  

"Want some food?" I asked her.

She looked at my bowl.

"Uh, is that all you guys have? Cause then I'm fine," she said, making a disgusting face.

"Can we all stop making fun of the rice krispies!" I said laughing.  

"I would if all the flies stopped gathering around it," Grace said pointing.

I looked down to see that my bowl of cereal had a few flies swimming around it. I gagged.

"Okay, enough of that," i said, dumping the bowl into the sink.

WE stood around talking and laughing for a few more minutes.

"Niall, we should go," Harry said sadly checking his watch.

Niall nodded his head. We walked to the front door.

I hugged Harry first and Grace, Niall.

I walked to Niall and threw my arms around him.  He held me tight.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said.

"It's okay, just two months, Princess."

"That's too long," I said, looking into his eyes.  

"It will go fast, I promise," he said.  

I leaned forward and kissed him hard.  When we pulled away I stayed in his arms, swaying back and fourth.  

Harry and Grace were also hugging.  I think I may have saw Harry wipe a tear.  Aww.  

We waved one last goodbye as they drove away in the taxi. I closed the front door.

Grace stood there, very still.  Almost like she was in shock.

"What?" I asked.

She still stayed frozen.

"I just had sex with Harry Edward Styles.  His penis was inside my vagina." Her lips forming into a smile.

"Yeah, that's kinda how sex works..." I said, a little confused.

She started to jump up and down and waver her arms.

"Oh. My. God. I had sex with Harry.  Harry from One Direction." she started to freak out.

"Yeah, and he surprised you at your senior prom," I said jokingly.

"OMG! You're right. Ah fangirling!" She said. 

I was even more confused now.

"Where you not there or something?" I asked.

"No, I was there alright."

"Then why are you freaking out? Did you think it was a dream?"

"No, cause if it was a dream then I wouldn't have this." She pushed her hair aside to reveal a dark purplish mark on her neck. A love bite.  

"You have on too!" she said pointing to my neck.

I ran into the bathroom.  Yep, there was a bruise on my neck.  I brushed my fingers over it. I started to fangirl too now.  

Grace and I stood in the entry way, jumping up and down, while holding hands like 5 year olds.  Of course that's when my dad walked in.

We immediately began to act 'cool'. He raised his eyebrow and shook his head.

"What did you guys do?" he asked.  

Grace and I looked at each other for help.

"We ah, um, played some games," I said.

"Very fun games."

"And uh talked," I finished.

My dad stared at us suspiciously.  He closed his eyes and had a grossed out look on his face.

"As long as you were safe and used protection.  I don't babies running around the house," he said.  Grace and me must have been terrible actors.  He left the room.

I looked towards Grace.

"Did you use protection?!" I whispered urgently.

"No! Did you?"

I shook my head.

"What if we are pregnant?" she asked.  

I looked at her and shrugged.

"Hope for the best," I said.  

"My mom would kill me," she whispered.

"Just hope that if you are, you and Harry stay together for a very long time and get married,"I said.

"How could we be so stupid?!" she said.

I shook my head.

"It's okay, in a few weeks we'll take a test."

"Okay," she said nervously.

"How regular is your period?" I asked. 

She waited a moment.

"Pretty regular and on schedule."

"Me too," I said, "when did you have yours last?"

"It ended about a week ago," she said.

"Mine ended two weeks.  We should be fine," I said.

She let out a huge sigh of relief.  

We started to head upstairs to my room.

"Would being pregnant with Harry's child be that bad?" I asked.

She said nothing.

"No, it would be amazing.  I have strong feelings for him.  BUt i don't know how I and the baby would deal with him being miles and miles away, and on tour half the year. Ya know?" she answered.

I nodded my head.  If i was pregnant, I would want Niall to be a part of it's life.  And not just for a a couple days.

"Not to mention I'm 18," she said.


That reminded me.  My birthday was next week Wednesday.  Wow I'd be 18.  So old.  I laughed to myself.

Grace and I sat on my bed, where just hours early it been occupied my two teenagers making love.  The sheets were an absolute mess.  A few pillows were on the other side of the room.  SO was my boot thing.  I walked over to it and put it on.

"How's your leg?" she asked.

"Fine, I go to the doctor in a few days.  Hopefully they will get rid of this," I said.  

It was horrible having to wear that.  It was so hot.  And smelly.  And such a pain in the butt.  

"Can I ask you something?" Grace said. 

"Sure anything," I answered casually. 

"Is it bad that I already have feelings for Harry?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Of course not."

She sighed.

"Skylar, I think...I think I love him," she said quietly.


"I love him.  I love Harry Edward Styles."

"Grace! That's great," I said happily.

"But Skylar..."

"But what?"

"What if he doesn't feel the same about me? What if I'm just for fun, or some summer fling."

I sat on the bed next to her and grabbed her hands.

"Grace, I don't know much about Harry's past relationships.  But the way he looks at you, says a lot. HE doesn't look at you lustfully.  The sparkle in his eyes when he's with you is truly beautiful," I said.

"You think so?" she asked, hopeful.

"I know so.  Niall tells me that Harry never shuts up about you."

She laughed.

"Just like you never shut up about him!" I said.

"Hey! You talk about Niall a lot too," she said.

"Yes, yes I do." 

We both laughed.  

"Can I ask you another thing?"

"Yeah, sure," I said.

She took a deep breathe.

"How many times have you tried to killed yourself?"

My smile faded.
"A lot," I answered, sighing.  

"Why?" she asked.

"You said they bullied you right?"

She nodded her head.

"They've been doing that to for four years, except much worse.  Before that I had no friends.  I barely talked.  People judged me before they had even said a word to me," I said.

"Why did they judge you?"

"My parents.  Dad used to be an alcoholic and drug addict.  I was born in a prison hospital.  My mom got out of jail and started smoking and drinking again.  She's still in jail.  She's lucky I didn't have any side affects or birth defects from all the drugs."

Grace was quiet.  I looked down and played with my hands aimlessly.

"Why did they bully you in high school?" she finally asked.

"I dated this senior, Caleb, he was sweet and nice at first.  But then his dad died.  He became demanding and less patient and abusive.  Not only to me but to his mom.  He respected my decision of not wanting to have sex.  I was 14 for god sake.  He wanted it though.  One night he did it.  He raped me.  When I came back to school on monday he had told everyone that he "played a freshman".  They made my life hell."

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.  I nodded my head.

"He keeps coming to me.  HE came to me in the hospital.  And he like follows me.  He also comes to me in my dreams.  IT's freaky.  But when I'm with Niall, he's not there.  He doesn't scare me. YOu know what I mean?" I asked.

"Yeah, I get it.  BUt you're over that whole suicide stuff, right?"

"Yes, I am.  Thank God for that," I laughed slightly. 

She leaned over and gave me a hug.

"You're so strong," she whispered in my ear, "please don't ever cut, or kill yourself again."

"I won't."

"Skylar promise me."

"I promise," I said. 

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