Opposite Attract ~Niall Horan Story~

She was depressed,

He lived the time of his life.

She was lonely,

He was surrounded be people.

She made her pain go away for a while,

His was never there.

She got found,

He found her.


5. Chapter Five.


"Hm, nope", my mother said and threw her opinion in my face once again.

"But I don't have anything else", I sighed and spinner around in my black boring dress.
Why did I even think I could some sort of over shine Niall, the angel, Horan?

"Yes you have", my mom formed a grin and disappeared into her bedroom.

I was really happy right now actually.
My mom was very kind at this moment, and actually really cared about me. And it's because she don't take her stupid medicines. Without the medicines she is my "mother". When she takes them she drops everything and only care about herself. Panic attacks were normal, I had them. But my mum's attacks were special from others. That's why she takes her pills.

"Close your eyes", I heard her behind the big bedroom door. I did as she said and I heard quiet feet touching the wood.

"Tadaaa!", she said excited.
My eyes spotted a pastel brown lace dream with a adorable little skirt.

"Oh! Mum! It's amazing, thank you so much", she handed it over in my arms.

"I am so glad you like it! Go and change! Your date will be here any minute!".

I almost ran to my room and through the door. I swiftly peeled of the black dress and it landed to the floor. I picked it up and threw it back in my closet.
I heard someone talking with a deep voice. Was Niall here already?
I quickly let the pastel coloured fabric fall onto my body and smiled at the beautiful dress in the mirror.
My hair lay casual behind my back with a plenty of curls my mother helped me to do.

"Oh yes! I thought about that when I heard your accent... Irish", I heard my mum laugh down in the kitchen.

I swept down the stairs slowly and caught Niall's attention. And he caught mine, he was absolutely stunning. He wore a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a loose blazer.

"Wow", Niall smiled at me and reached out his helping hand and helped me down the last stair.

"Hi", I blushed at him and saw my mom doing a thumbs up behind Niall.

"Shall we?", Niall requested and made a gesture to the door.

I nodded and putted on my high heels I borrowed from my mum, since I didn't own a pair.

Niall helped me with my jacket and opened the door.

"Have fun! Be safe! See you tomorrow honey", mum's worried words called behind us.


We just arrived to the restaurant.
"If you only could see how beautiful you look", Niall shook his head.

"The only one I see is you", I blushed. That sounded so cheesy.

"Frances, I think I am inlove... With you", he took my hand.

"I love you", I said and sounded hesitated.
He smiled at the ground.

"Come on princess, let's go in", he got out of the car and opened my car door.
My eyes flicked when he said my nickname. It sounded so right, but to wrong person.

"I am not a princess, believe me", I said, got out of the vehicle and took his hand in mine.

"But you're my princess", Niall chuckled. I nodded shyly and we got into the Italian restaurant.

The fancy lights shone cosy above our heads when we stepped inside the
building. It was not many people there at all, we were pretty much alone.

"Hello, and welcome, what's your name?", the lady behind the little counter said and looked first at me and then Niall.

"Horan", Niall smiled at her and I could tell she blushed.

I felt offended, didn't she see me?
Niall put his arm around my waist and I gave him a smile.
The clerk's smile died slowly when she finally noticed me. She was really pretty, curly brown hair and a loving smile. But Niall seemed to ignore her totally.
Did he see I was jealous? Well, not really jealous but... She disturbed me.

"This way Mr. Horan", the lady said and took the lead into a little private sofa.

"I will just get the menu, I'll be right back", she winked at him.

Niall pulled out my chair and made a gesture for me to sit down.

I blushed at him lightly and he took my hands over the table and stroke them gently.

"What are you doing?", I asked when Niall started to remove my bracelets I had to cover my harms.

"You are perfect the way you are", he whispered and looked almost mad.

I looked him in the eyes, his beautiful, beautiful eyes. I wanted to kiss him so bad. I wanted to feels his lips press against mine.

"Here you go", the lady interrupted.

"Thanks", Niall said and didn't look up at her, he just took the menus and she tried to show of her large parts.
I looked at her almost disgusted and she gave me a questioned face expression, then disappeared.

"So, what do you want to eat?", Niall smirked.


My mother knew I was sleeping at Niall's place, and she was very excited about it.
Niall's bed was soft and comfy, everything was quiet besides our heartbeats.
"What are you thinking about? Continue!", Niall laughed with his head on my lap.

I giggled myself and started to do circle movement in his hair again. He made a pleased face and closed his eyes and that made me laugh even more.

"What?", he smiled.

"You're cute", I kissed his forehead.

"Am I?", he spoke.

"Yes!", I laughed lightly.

He sat up and put his palms on my cheeks and stroke it softly.

"You haven't kissed since that first night", I said and looked down at the floor.

"Oh how I have wanted to, everytime I see you I want to kiss you, so bad", Niall shook his head and looked down.

"But why haven't you..?", I said quietly.

"I thought you didn't want me too, that we were going forward to fast", He looked up again and looked me in the eyes with his beautiful angelic face.

"But I want to", I whispered and stroke his hand.

He leaned in and kisses me. I responded and he leaned my head carefully backwards. He let out a moan and I could feel that he got hard. What should I do now? I didn't know how to handle this! I never did anything like this before. What is going to happen.

I gently stroke his thigh.

"F-frances, I warn you", he said with his dark Irish accent.

I wanted to, I really wanted to.
I unzipped my dress halfway and he kissed he lightly.

"Stop undressing yourself", Niall caught my arms in his strong arms.

"But", I started and felt the pain in my wrists when he dug in with his nails into my skin.

"I don't want to hurt you", Niall said angrily above my face.

"You are hurting me", I whispered.

He looked down at his arms, at his nails that were deep dug into my wrist. Into my harms, into my feelings. The fresh blood streamed down from my arm and I saw the panic in his eyes.

"Frances, I-", he started but couldn't finish, I was on the way to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. And behind that door I heard Niall calling my name. Knocking and shouting I left Niall on the other side on the house.

I took some toilet paper and put it gently on my arm. It was not that much but I wanted to stop the minimal bleeding.

After ten minutes I decided to get out of the bathroom. And pack my bag. I knew Niall wouldn't want me there after the accident.
I unlocked the door and the angel came running to me.

"I did not mean to hurt you, I would never hurt you", he looked almost like he was in pain.

"I know", I looked down at the floor and he picked me up in his arms and put me on the bed.

"I'd do anything, please forget about this I love you", he said and it sounded like he were about to cry.

"Please kiss me", I whispered.

He smiled, his normal smile. Before our lips met for the last time of the night.

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