Truly Madly Deeply

19 year old India is traveling to Chicago to get away from her abusive boyfriend. Little does India know she might meet a famous Niall Horan. Will India be able to escape abusive Mick and end up with the love of her life? Find out in this story.


8. New girl

Niall's POV
She was pretty very pretty, her eyes were hazel with a ring of gold in the center. She looked younger but not by much, and she was so graceful in how she moved it made me want to faint. I handed her phone back and she took it carefully and set it in her back pocket. People started coming outside. I looked the other way, I loved my fans to death but with all the tornado stuff, I just kinda wanted to get home. The car came around the corner and I brought her into the car with me. "It might be a while, our apartment is pretty far away."
"Who are u talking to?" The man driving the car asked. I replied, "I know I'm not supposed to bring people home but she really hurt her head, I think we should help her."
"Oh... So u think we should.. Does SHE have a name?"
It just occurred to me that I hadn't asked her name yet, "Shit! I'm sorry I forgot to ask your name! What's your name?" 
She laughed and said, "Haha oh I'm sorry it's India."
"India? That's a nice name!"
"Thanks," she said smiling 
 I said, "I'm Niall."
She looked at me and smiled and blushed, "I know."
"Haha ok it's so weird having people already know your name."
"I can't even imagine what that would be like," she said laughing.
"Neither can I," I said leaning against the back of the seat, and falling asleep." I opened my eyes slightly and saw that India was fast asleep too her head rested on her hand and her lips were curled up, in a smile. I fell back to sleep for another hour before we reached the hotel.

       The car was cold and the lights from the city were shining into it. I woke up as I saw the yellow house in  the distance, all the lights were turned off when we parked in the drive way. India had her hand as a head rest, her lips were pressed upwards in a smile a thin blush made her cheeks glow. She rolled over having her head on the cushion in between us, her right eye slowly opened as she quickly jolted up against the window. She seemed kind of self conscious, so I took her hand and asked of she was ok. I said, "Are you ok? you're shivering!" She looked at me and rubbed her arms replying with, "Just a little chilly." I handed her my sweat shirt, "Put it in," I said, "Seriously just put it on I don't need it it's really hot I think." She whispered, "Thank you," and put her arms through the sleeves. I was surprised, "Woah India that fits you perfectly, I'm so surprised, maybe I'll just give that to you." 
"Hahaa thank you it is very warm, but you don't need to do that it's your sweater I really don't care I can find something."
"No. I'm serious it is perfect please keep it!" 
After I said this she smiled and opened the door to get out of the car. We walked to the front door and went in front to open the door. 

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