Save Me From Him

Would you believe that I just bumped in to Niall Horan from One Direction? Well, I did! We started going out and I was having the best time of my life! I was really close friends with Harry, he was like a brother to me. Of course, I'm good friends with the others too. Now, I couldn't hate him more. I want Niall, and only Niall, I miss him so much. Somehow, I've got to get away from Harry! But when will that be?


3. Excuses

I woke up the next morning in comfort. What the? How did I get here? Then, the memories from last night oozed back into my brain. Holy shit. Am I really seriously? Like seriously really? In the same house, let alone the same area, as my future husband!? Suddenly, I heard the shuffling of feet out side my room and the fridge door open. Holy. I am. I really, really am. It wasn't just a dream! I've actually held the hand of the Niall Horan. AAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Okay, deep breaths, keep calm, keep your cool. But most importantly, play hard to get. Guys like that, a chase. WTF!!!!! I'm too young for him. I know that. Six-year gap, in the long run, it's not the big of a gap, right now though, 13 and 19, we're worlds away. Shit. I love him so much, he saved my life. I hardly know him but I love him. And I know it's not likely that he likes me back, like, at all because, well, loads of different reasons. Why am I sitting here thinking about this? I could be talking to him right now!

I got off of the silky, irresistible bed and hobbled my way over to the kitchen. I peeked my head through the door and there he was. The god of everything good and pure, sitting at the kitchen table, watching something on his iPad and eating a bowl of Crunchy Nut. (the trouble is, they taste too good) My heart thumping like a banging drum, I tip-toed my way in.

"Oh, hey!" He greeted cheerily. I'm surprised I haven't fainted yet. I smiled weakly and sat opposite him. "So, did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, thanks. It was one of the best nights I've had in ages."

"Glad to hear it. Do you want any breakfast?"

"Yes please." I replied shyly. I've never been so happy.

He walked over to a cupboard. "Okay, we've got Crunchy Nuts, Co-Co Pops, Cheerios and Wheetabix."

"Erm, can I have some Co-Co Pops please?"

"Course you can," He poured a bowl of cereal for me and sat back down. "So, what now?"

"Well," I began. "I need to find a way to explain to my mum that I'm in London, you need to phone up my school and tell them that I can't come in today and I need a new phone because Henry's still tracking it and probably knows I'm here." I said it all very quickly.

"Well, first things first, I'll call my mum and ask her for advice."

"Okay." I replied with a thumbs up.

Just then, he stood up and walked into the other room to call his mum.


Niall's P.O.V:

I went into the living room and dialed my mum's number.


"Hey mum!"

"Oh hello darling, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks."

"Oh good, good."


"Yes sweetheart?"

"I've got a bit of dilemma and I sort of need your help."

"Well what's wrong?"

"...Um.... there's a 13 year old in my kitchen and she's in a spot of bother. I bumped into her last night and she had no where to go so I brought her back here. I think I saved her life." There was a pause. "Hello? Mum?"

"Okay, well where are her parents?"

"At home."

"And where does she live?"

"In Surrey."

"Surrey!? What were you doing in Surrey last night?"

"It was Liam's birthday and he likes the pubs there."

"Oh yes! Do give him my regards."

"I will. But what am I going to do? I have to ring up her school  and come up with an excuse not to go in today, find a plausible excuse to tell her mum she's in London and she's not safe."

There was another pause. "Why is she not safe?"

"It's a long story."

He told her everything about Henry, what he did to her, how her parents don't know a thing, right up to why she's munching on cereal in his kitchen.

"You're a good lad; charitable bones. I'm so proud of you. However, technically, she is illegally in London, it looks as though you've abducted her in the grand scheme of things. Poor girl."

"I know. What should I do?"

"Talk to the lads, you'll all come up with something."

"your right, thanks mum!"

"I'm always right, I'm a mother. Sort out the phone buissness first, get her safe, then talk to her mother who is probably worried sick. I know you'll make the right decision."

"Thanks mum. Bye!" And with that, I hung up.

I know I only met Charlie a few hours ago, but I feel like I cannot rest until she's safe once again. This time however, with me. I know I shouldn't feel this way about her because she's only 13, but there's something about her which I can't quite put my finger on which in entices me in.

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