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.

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2. Thorns and honey

 


"This way please," said the baggage man, he was carrying my bags up to my room for me. He looked kind of dorky with glasses and dark hair sticking up it was kind of cute though. I opened the door and he handed me the bag and my key, I gave him a tip and he left the room. I looked around at my room that I would have for a while. It was a small room with a bathroom and a bedroom, but it was big enough for me. I sat on the pink bed and latex down. I was so tired. I was in a thin dark room with steam everywhere, I kept running and I didn't know why. The air was too thin I couldn't breath, and felt too faint. My shirt was torn at the bottom and my legs were bruised and bleeding, and I coouldnt feel them. I came to a dead end and couldn't climb I was too weak I lay heavily panting on the rock, glass was shattered everywhere, I started crying so hard it flooded the room salt water was going into my lungs I couldn't breath and suddenly the worst, sharpest pain ever I couldn't even explain happened. My stomach what was wrong with my stomach??? Why was it bleeding why was there metal sticking out of it?? IT WAS A BLADE I looked up and saw a thin figure standing over me with a hideous grin. I couldn't believe it it was... MICK!! My eyes opened and I sat up in a pool of sweat. Thank god!! It was just a night mare! I got up and looked in the mirror I was crying. It was just a dream, but I still cried? This was serious but it was just a nightmare. I took the cup by my bed, refilled it with water, and slowly sipped it lying down to sleep more. Turning my iPhone on to shuffle. The room was back, but this time it was sweet this time it was nice there was a softness to it like honey. I sat up from my rock and looked around there was no flooding, no bruises, no bleeding just a sharp cramp. Standing up I couldn't tell what had happened just that I had been hurt before. Instead of a scary figure a sweet nice figure was standing to the side of me. He held my hand and kissed it, filling me with a feeling of warmth, sugar, and butterflies. This man kissed my cheek and we walked slowly together out of the temple. It was a very long tunnel but everything seemed nicer with him it seemed warmer. A huge puddle lay in front of us and he took off his jacket to set it on the puddle and help me over. We walked around huge holes in the side walk and he held my waist to help me around them. The dream went on for a while he continued helping me around things and kissing my cheek. Unlike before, I felt full I felt happy. We almost reached the end when his thick beautiful voice started talking, "I will help you, I will be there." The voice seemed so familiar but I couldn't recognize it in the dream. It was Irish like cream. The light started shining, and I woke up to reality. "I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl, and I'm not ashamed to tell it to the world." Was all I could hear. I leaned over and unlocked my phone: Truly Madly Deeply. The voice that was singing it seemed so familiar I knew it was Niall's solo but... NIALL!! HE WAS THE ONE IN MY DREAM!!! 

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