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?


1. My Lucky Day

I had to get away. Henry, my boyfriend, if you can call him that, abuses me. I don't know what I do to make him hit me so much but he does. And it doesn't stop. One day, I thought he was going to kill me. I knew then that I had to get away, I couldn't wait any longer. While he was in the toilet, I managed to stand my mangled body upright and limp my way out of the door. It was raining outside and quite dark, it must of been quite late. I checked my phone and it said 10:00 pm. I'm 13, so's Henry, how could he do this to me? My parents know nothing, right now they think I'm at a friends house but really, I'm wondering around the night, in the rain, not knowing where I'm going. 

I ache all over, my bottom lip is cut, I have a black eye, and multiple, bleeding bruises covering my body. My clothes are starting to get blood-stained; I can't walk around town like this. I walked into an alley way and 5 figures were coming up to me. I carried on walking thinking they'd pass. They sounded very drunk as they were shouting every slurred word and staggering. I started to get scared as I passed them. When I did, a boy with blonde hair stopped me.

Today started so well. I went to see the new One Direction: This Is Us movie. As soon as it started, I literally started having a mini heart attack. As soon as Niall started talking, I could feel my heart pounding, my breathing was unsteady and I burst into to tears. I have no idea why though. (A/N true story) and when the credits went up my heart sank. It can't be over yet! I was so happy. Then he had to call me didn't he? Anyway.....

The boy had hold of my arm. My heart thumping right out of my chest, what if he does something to me? Horrible theories plopped into my head.

"You alright love?" Was all he said in a soft, Southern Irish accent. He sounded a lot like Niall Horan. (or am I just too obsessed?)

"I'm fine, thank you." I replied on a shaky voice.

He removed his grasp on my arm and his hand was covered in my blood, my clothes had turned deep red.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and we started to walk are separate ways when my phone went off. It was a text from Henry.

ware the fuck hav u gone u 

fat bitch? u'll regret it. im traking

ur fone

Tears started streaming down my face. As I looked up, I didn't realize the boy was right over me and had read the text.

"I can help you please." He said.

I began to retaliate but I was just staring at him. From the light off my phone, I could see his face and he just had to be Niall Horan. I forgot his friends were behind us.

"Oi Ni," A voice said which sounded like Liam's and he seemed to be the most sober, but he had had a drink or two.

"Coming!" He shouted back to them. They carried on walking and left us. "Do you have anywhere to go?" I think he was just worried at the fact that I was covered in blood and bruises.

"Well, home, but I'm a bit lost."

"Do your parents know where you are?"

"They think I'm staying with a friend tonight."

"Then come with me, please, I'll keep you safe for tonight." He just had every feature of Niall Horan. The hair, the eyes, the accent everything, and he got called Ni, so I agreed to go with him. He took my hand. OMG! I might be walking down the street, hand in hand, with Niall Horan! Aaa!

We saw the other 4 just at the other end of the road. Then, I could have collapsed on the spot. I saw a boy around my age near where the other 4 were however he was walking our way. It was Henry. He was walking up to us in a rain coat, his head over his phone. He was tracking me. I squeezed his hand.

"Niall," I whimpered.

"How do you know my name?" Shit! It is him! Hehe :)

"I recognised you."

"Are you a Directioner?" I nodded. "Awesome." He said approvingly. I slowed our walking pace. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

"It's him." I said, barley a whisper, pointing to Henry walking up to us. "He's tracking my phone."

"Give your phone to me." I handed him my phone and he quickly put it inside one of his jacket pockets. He gave me his hoodie and pair of sunglasses. We walked right up to each other. Thank god, he didn't recognize me. But, he stopped us.

"Excuse me." Henry said to Niall.

"Yes mate." I kept my head down.

"Can I see your phone?"

"What?" Niall questioned, a bit agitated.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for my girlfriend, she's got a disease and is a bit, you know, ku-ku, but I love her and I'm really worried about her." He sounded genuinely concerned. The fucking prick! Is that what he tells people? That I'm spastic! 

"Well," Niall said getting out his iphone. I'm so jealous, I only have a Nokia. "I don't think I'm your girlfriend."

"No, sorry, this thing can get a bit scrambled sometimes."

"Well good luck, I hope you find her." 

"Yeah, thanks mate, bye."

"Bye." And we walked on. "You have got some explaining to do." 

"I know." I replied. I was still angry at Henry, I want to kill him so badly! 

"Let's get you cleaned up first though." He said looking at the state of me.

We got a cab and drove back to his apartment.

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