It's Too Cold For Angels To Fly

Gabby is your everyday 19 going on 20 year old girl, right? Wrong. She is abused, unloved, and worst of all, in love with a stranger. But when an accidental Skype call turns her whole world around, this angel's world will get completely different.

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7. I'm Not Afraid Of Him

Gabby's P.O.V.:
I woke up and saw a precious face next to mine. I open my eyes a little more to see Niall's soft lips. I was so tempted to place mine on top of his, but it would be too awkward. I shook him lightly, but he still didn't wake up. "Niall, wake up. We have to clean before my parents get here." He sat up a bit and groaned. "Oh yeah, is that today? I forgot. Are you ready for this?" 

 

"I think I'll live, but I am a bit scared. I'm gonna be brave though. He doesn't scare me."

 

"Good, now let's get up and clean. It smells like a movie theater in here." We both got up and ran to our rooms, changed, then there was a knock at the door. I felt Niall look at me as I mumbled. "W-who is it?"

 

"It's Mr. and Mrs. Brin. Is this the right flat?" I let out a stuttered "yes". Niall led me to the couch so he could get the door. It swung open with two worried eyes shooting in my direction. My parents ran up to me and tried to hug me, but I backed away slowly. They tried to follow, but I ran into Niall's arms with tears stinging my eyes. "Niall, I thought I could be brave, but I can't." My mom ran up to me and I ran into her arms. My dad tried to come closer, but we all backed away. "What the hell is wrong with all of you? I'm trying to be a nice person, but you're not making this easy."

 

"Dad, do you really want to know why?"

 

"Yes, show me!" I dragged Niall into my room and hugged him. He grabbed my guitar while I washed all the makeup off my face to reveal my bruises and scrapes. I walked out and dragged him back into the living room. "I don't see anything wrong," my dad said. "Do you see my face and my guitar? You caused my boyfriend to donate so much of his own blood just to save my life! You are a cruel monster! Leave!"

 

"Gab, calm down."

 

"I can't! He finally gets to the damage he caused and I just want him gone!" I ran into my room and cried.

Niall's P.O.V.:
"Excuse me, Mr. Brin. I bet she didn't mean that." I heard a scream coming from her room saying, "Yes I did!" I dropped my head and walked towards the door. "Niall, wait," I felt her mum grab my arm, "Sit, we need to tell you something." We walked over to my couch and sat. "Niall, we need to ask you something."

 

"Okay, what do you need to ask?"

"Is she happy?" I looked into her mom's eyes and saw worry. I bet she was really worried. I glanced at her father and saw nothing in his eyes. I turned to him until I was looking straight in the eyes. "Yes, she is very happy here. She is always smiling and laughing."

 

"She laughs?" Her mother had a bit of happiness in her response. "Wow, I haven't heard her laugh in almost 17 years. I miss it."

 

"Well I sure as hell don't! It always annoyed me." He grunted as he got up and walked towards the door. "And for you, take care of her. If you don't, I'll have to beat you too." I got up and opened to door for both of them and smiled. "Niall, please take good care of her. I get worried and-"

 

"Mrs. Brin, don't worry. She'll be perfectly fine. Promise."

 

"Okay, well goodbye." They walked out the door and I ran for Gabby's room.

 

Gabby's P.O.V.:
*Knocks* "Who is it, " I managed to say through my daily panic attacks. "It's Niall. Can I please come in?"

 

"Are they gone?"

 

"Yes. Now can I come in?"

 

"Fine." I heard him walk up behind me and hug me. His hugs were always so warm. "Gabby, your mom, she-"

 

"How is she?"

 

"She's fine. She misses you, a lot, unlike your father."

 

"Who gives a shit about him?"

 

"True. But your mom is so sweet, and she is worried about you." I was still crying when he placed those same soft lips from this morning on my tear-stained cheeks.

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