Give Me Love *A Niall Horan Story*

Charlotte is just an ordinary girl. An ordinary girl who happens to be best friends with one of the most popular boys on the planet - Harry Styles! Charlottes life is not easy.. her boyfriend James beat her and there's nothing she can do about it.
But what will happen when James finds out about Harry and One Direction? And what's Charlotte going to do when she falls in love with one of the boys, but can't leave James?


13. Sorry...

I walked over to him.


I knew he’d find me eventually, but I’d hoped I would be dead by then… I wasn’t able to even fight back now. This wasn’t fair. After all the shit I’d been through… He could just kill me right there by pressing one single button.

I prayed he wouldn’t. I didn’t fight to keep myself alive for all those years of abuse just to let him kill me this easily.

I stared into his eyes and saw a hint of sadness.


That couldn’t possibly be true! My eyes scanned the room before they found his eyes again. My face was only a few inches from his. There it was again; sadness.

He raised his hand and I felt it slightly caress my cheek before it ran up and through his dark brown hair. He didn’t know I was there, but the fact that he caressed my cheek that gently fascinated me. He’d never done that before, ever.

I didn’t care if he did it on purpose or not. Just the fact that he did it was enough for me.

I still hated him though!

That would never change. He ruined it himself.

“I-I’m sorry” I heard a whisper and snapped out of my thoughts. James ran his hands down his face and rubbed his eyes as if he was terribly tired.

My breathing stopped as I listened carefully, hoping he’d repeat what he just said. I wanted to be sure it wasn’t me being paranoid and hearing things that wasn’t actually there.

“I’m so sorry” he reached out for my hand on the bed and I froze as he touched it. I took a hold of my own hand and scratched to get him away. I could feel him and it frightened me. He rubbed his thumb gently over my hand and looked up at my pale face resting on a soft pillow.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did. I regret it so badly… and I’m so sorry…” he sighed and I stared at him as he planted a kiss on my right hand.

A gasp escaped my lips as I kept my hands close to my body. This couldn’t be true! Was he acting? Did he know I was there?

I snapped my fingers in front of his face, but he didn’t react at all. This was weird.

He wasn’t supposed to feel sorry!

He was supposed to be a psychopath who didn’t regret a thing! He was supposed to be sent to jail immediately, but I had this strange feeling… like I didn’t want to send him to jail if this was how he was feeling. He just needed to stop drinking. That was his problem.

I knew he was a good guy deep inside. The guy I fell in love with.

My James.

But after what he put me through I’d never be able to feel what I once felt. I’d never be able to love him and I honestly didn’t think he deserved my love. Not after what he’d done. No matter if he regretted it or not.

My gaze found the floor at some point and I snapped my head up when James suddenly moved.

“Wait! Where are you going? I need to know more!” I took a hold of his arm and pulled him back though it didn’t work. I needed to know more about this new James. I needed answers.

He opened the door as he looked back at me, frowned and walked away, leaving me more confused than ever before.

*Niall’s POV*

“I’m goin’ tha da hospital now! See yha later!” I yelled as I opened the door and left Harry alone in my apartment.

I wasn’t sure that was a good idea, I mean it’s Harry… but I had to see Charli.

As I closed the door and turned around the cold air hit my face and I gasped as I hid my hands in the pockets on my coat.

I sang to myself as I walked down the street that led to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, but aren’t you Niall Horan?” I turned around and an old lady stood there smiling at me.

“Um.. yeap, that’s me” I popped the p and smiled.

“My granddaughter is your biggest fan!” She chuckled as she searched through her bag. “Could you please write a little note for her? She’d be forever grateful!” I nodded as she handed me a piece of paper and a pen.

“What’s yha granddaughtah’s name?” I asked as I rolled the pen in my hand, thinking of something to write.

“Her name’s Melissa and she adore you more than anything. She’s been having a hard time lately, but you’ve got this special effect on her. I don’t even know…” The old lady smiled at m and shook her head as I started writing.

To Melissa

Heads up, you’re beautiful.
Remember that I love you.


I handed the lady the note and smiled. She read it and thanked me over and over again. I chuckled as she walked away. It was an amazing feeling. Knowing that I could help people only by existing, incredible!


I frowned as I entered the hospital. Charli had been here for a few months now and I was losing hope…

If she didn’t wake up soon we’d have to leave her. Tour wasn’t over and we couldn’t let down all of our fans who had been waiting forever to see us. I just didn’t want to let her go. She was going to wake up one day, I knew that, and I wanted to be there when she does.

I think I love this girl…

I want to hold her and feel her breathing against my chest. I want to run my fingers through her brown hair and caress her cheeks as she closes her eyes and cuddles close to me. I want to kiss her, hold her tight and never let her go, ever.

As I walked down the hallway my heartbeat increased. I placed my hand on my chest and felt it rise and fall faster every second. This was crazy. This feeling… love.

I stood in front of the door and was about to grab the door handle when someone spoke inside the room.

“I’m so sorry” a raspy deep voice whispered. A man was in there. But who?

I could hear on his tone that it wasn’t one of the lads. I’d have recognized it immediately if it was one of the lads.

My fists were knitted as I took a few deep breaths. If he did anything to her I didn’t know what I’d do. Probably kill him.

I eavesdropped to find out what was going on in there.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did. I regret it so badly… and I’m so sorry…” the man sighed. What had he done to her?! I felt my blood boil and I was debating if I should interrupt him or stay here.

I didn’t even get to decide as he opened the door slowly. I panicked as I ran to the nearest corner and watched the man leave.

His brown hair was all messy and his face was numb. His black coat hang over his shoulder as he walked away, not moving his gaze from the floor.

Who was that? And what the fuck had he done to Charli?!

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