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.


3. Chapther Three.

Frances P.O.V

''This is so beautiful'', I said and spinned aroiund in the big white room. The grey sofa stood right infront of me and I stroke it gently with my bruised hand. The dark brown floor sounded like stone tiles when my tiny toes stepped on the wood material.

''It's nothing, but thank you'', Niall laughed and scratched his head as he threw the keys on the dinner table.

''Oh no! That means bad luck!'', I giggled and took quickly the keys from the table.

''So you believe in stuff like that? But I am irish, so my lucky charm will take over'', his laugh filled the room and my heart once again. 

"Yes, but infact, 13 is my favourite number", I grinned and Niall did the same.

He was so beautiful, he literally took my breath away. Just like an angel. Niall the angel. That sounded perfect. He was perfect.

''Do you want a cup of tea?'', Niall asked me with a smile on his beautiful lips.

''Yes, please'', I said and formed my lips.

Niall nodded and disapeared into the kitchen.

''Don't leave please'', he came back and said. I turned around and looked at him confused.

''Why would I?'', I spoke and shook my head.

''I just...I'm not used to have female company'', he smiled at me and I could see that he blushed.

''Oh, I ain't going nowhere, I am glad you offered me to stay'', I blushed back and before he disapeared again he gave me that angel look again.

I wonder what my dad would say, I ran away from home. Went home to a stranger. He could have been a murder. But I am lucky, he was an angel.

''Do you want sugar or honey?'', Niall sounded friendly from the kitchen.

''Sugar, please'', I said and sat gently in the grey soft sofa.

When I waited for the angel to get ready, I took all my hair in my hands and started to do a braid carefully down my shoulder.

The sound of heavy footsteps pounded in the room and Niall appeared infront of my eyes once again, still as beautiful as he had always been. When he smiled I felt a strange feeling inside me, an odd sensation.

''What?'', Niall smiled, he must have regonized that I looked at him.

''Nothing'', I giggled and trembled for the tea cup.

''Here you go'', Niall said and put it gently in my hands. His palms seemed to be huge when they touched my tiny hands.

''T-thank you so much'', I said and smiled.

''So, Frances, what do you do in your spare time?'', Niall asked me and I was shocked he remembered my name.

''Nothing much... I write'', I blushed and spun the spoon around in the dark red tea.

''Oh! Write what?'', Niall asked me and looked intressed. Or tried to look intressed to make me happy...

''Poems, and things like that'', I spoke and continued with my tomato coloured face.

''Poems? That's cool! Let me hear something!'', he said with his strong irish accent.

''No way!'', I laughed and shook my head.

''Aww, come on don't be shy!'', he chuckled and made me smile.

''Never...! So what do you do in your spare time?'', I grinned and pushed the cup of tea to my lips.

''Football, or you maybe call it soccer...'', he laughed and moved closer me and my heart started to beat faster.

''Soccer, yes'', I giggled. ''So where do you play?''.

''The local team down street'', he drank a sip from his tea.

''Down the street? My friend's boyfriend is playing there!'', I smiled at him and he puted his tea on the coffee table.

''Oh really? What's his name?'', Niall asked and smiled bright .

''Zayn, Zayn Malik''.

''Oh yeah, his girlfriend is Christine, right?'' Niall spoke.

''That's right, yes, that's my bestfriend'' I smiled and we were so close I almost could hear his heart. And he obviously could hear mine since it was about to explode.

''So we are not complete strangers'', he smiled and touched my hand lightly.

''That's right, I might have seen you play since I have been with Christine to the games'', I said quietly and smiled at him.

"I might have seen you aswell, but I don't think so. Because if I did I wouldn't forget a face like yours, damn Frances if you only knew how beautiful you are", he shook his head.

"If you only knew how happy that makes me", I whispered and covered my hoodie over my arm.

"Are you freezing?", Niall asked me and moved closer.
Before I had a chance to answer he opened his arms.
I looked at him with sparkly eyes and let him put his protective grip around me and I breathed out quietly when his hot tempting skin touched my thighs lightly.

Niall took a white blanket and swept it around us both and put his chin on my head.
Complete strangers. It was sick that I was in his arms. I didn't knew him! But this felt right, it felt amazing. I really liked Niall.

We sat like that for a long time, just listening to each others heartbeats. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? Maybe an hour. I didn't mind. I want to stay where I was, forever.

Niall's P.O.V

"So beautiful", I whispered and put her hair behind her ears.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the my bedroom and put her on the fresh white sheets. 

I went to the mirror next to the door and started to take my shirt off. I threw it on the floor and cursed when I tripped on something in the dark.

"Niall..?", I heard Frances whisper. She sounded terrified. 
With a naked torso I hurried to the bed, next to her.

"I am here, I am here schh", I stroke her cheek gently and I felt that she smiled in my hands. She closed her eyes and went back to her sleep.

I laid down next to the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. 

"I found you", I smiled quietly.

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