Dangerous (Niall Horan fanfiction)

Scarlett White, normal good girl. With her father not in the picture, it was her and her mother.
Niall Horan, troubled bad boy. With a past of drugs, alcohol, and violence, everyone of Mullinger feared him. Except for Harry and Louis, the only ones close to him.
When Niall takes an interest in Scarlett, she wants nothing to do with him. She knew about how he was, the drugs, the fights, the drinking. He was notorious around the city.
When Niall doesn't give up, Scarlett finds herself wrapped up in a mess of dangerous lies, and dangerous people.
What happens when feelings change? Scarlett somehow finds herself falling for this boy. Will she tear his walls down, and teach him to love again.
But could their love, be risking it all?


3. Chapter 3

I held the phone up to my ear, impatiently waiting for her to pick up. I needed her as part of the plan, if she didn't answer, it wouldn't pull through. I was losing hope when there was no answer, just as I was about to hang up, a voice came through the receiver.


"Hey Victoria"! 

"Hey Scarlett, what's up"?

"Oh, just the usual. So, I was wondering if you would like to come to the climb with me tonight"? I asked, my voice sounding hopeful.

"Sure! That sounds like a lot of fun".

"Great! I'll pick you up at nine" I told her, then hanging up.

I sighed I relief, so far, so good. Seeing how possessive Niall was, I thought that just maybe he would find out where I was and get a good view on what I was planning to do later on tonight. 

I threw my phone down on the bed, walking toward my closet. I pushed open the door, flipping on the lights. I flicked through several hangers, trying to find a nice outfit. Though we were going to a club, I would never dress skimpy, or show off too much. After what happened to my aunt, I tried my best to reveal only a little. 

I pulled out a white top, that was cut low so it showed some cleavage, but not much. I then pulled out some dark skinny jeans, folding them over my arm as well as the top, satisfied with my outfit choice.

I had already taken a shower this morning, and it was already beginning to get late. Time really flies by when your doing nothing but eat and scroll through your tumblr dashboard. I peeled the t shirt from my upper half, replacing its absence with the frilly white too I had chosen. pulled off the jeans I was currently wearing, then tugging the darker washed jeans up my legs. Once done, I strolled toward my bathroom. I ran a brush through my long dark hair, fixing my part some. I ran my fingers through it, letting it fall to my waist. 

Even though we were going to a club, I was never a fan of cake faces. Pulling out my makeup bag, I grabbed the few products I would need. I had made sure to have some music playing in the background as I got ready. Ed Sheerans, 'give me love' played softly through my iPhone speakers.

I applied some light foundation to cover the small tinge of redness that I had on my nose and cheeks. I then put some powder over it, to set the makeup just incase I sweated to the point where it would smudge off of my face. I coated my lashes with some black mascara, making my green eyes stand out. I finished it off by dabbing some clear gloss on my lips, sealing the tube up and placing it back in my makeup bag. 

I was pretty pleased with my reflection, turning away from the mirror and walking back into my room. I grabbed my vans, lacing them up on my feet. Yes, most girls would go in a tight, little black dress and high heels, but I wasn't like most girls. Casual was the way to go for me.

I grabbed my phone, checking the time I realized I only had fifteen minutes left. Grabbing my jacket and bag, I pulled the sleeves up my arms, my bag gripped in my hand as I skipped down the stairs."Bye mum"! I called, stepping out of the house. I walked down the pathway leading to the driveway, careful not to trip over anything. One thing I disliked about myself was that I was terribly clumsy.

I slid into the drivers seat, placing my bag in the passenger seat. Putting the keys in the ignition, the car started up. I pulled out of the driveway, and headed out to pick Victoria up.

We pulled into the club parking lot, I stripped my jacket off my shoulders. I turned the car off, putting the keys underneath the seat. Stepping out, my feet hit the pavement, the chilly weather making me shiver. I shut the car door, beginning to walk toward the building with blasting music and alcoholic drinks.

"Ready to have some fun"? Vic asked, walking next to me.

"Yep" I replied. I had explained to her what happened with Niall, her eyes were wide as golfballs as I gave the details. She told me to stay away from him, that it was for my best. But what no one understood was that I didn't think I could.

"Oh c'mon, loosen up. I didn't come here to hang out with a pouty loser".

"Ugh fine" I laughed, nodding at the bouncer who let us in.

I watched as Victoria immediatley got attention from several males, but who could blame them, she was gorgeous. With long, blonde hair, and big blue eyes, everyone and everything in the male domain was drooling over her.

I laughed to myself, beginning to walk toward the bar. I gasped as my wrist was suddenly grabbed, my body turning to face whoever this was.A man who looked maybe 20, with brown hair and brown eyes was looming over me. His smile revealed dazzling white teeth. I returned the gesture, tugging slightly away from his hold, indicating that it was time for him to let me go.

He released my wrist, opening his mouth to speak.

"I was hoping I could buy a pretty little lady like you a drink" he spoke.

"Sure" I smiled, and he lead the way to the bar. I took a seat on one of the stools, resting my chin on my hand as I listened to this guy try to make small talk.

"I'm Blake" he told me.


I noticed him gaze at me, strange in a way. I tried to ignore it as I focused on my lap.

A drink was slid infront of me, and not wanting to be rude, I took a sip of it. It was way too strong for my liking, but I tried not to let my obvious distaste bubble over. I could feel him staring at me, I shyed away from him. No one has ever looked at me this way. I felt uncomfortable.

"Um, do you wanna dance"? I asked him, playing with my straw. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes beginning to squint. His lip was released, a smirk now forming on his face.

"Or" he paused, "we could just skip that" he told me. I had no time to ask what he meant, my wrist was grabbed, harshly pulling me off the chair I was sat on.

I felt tears prickle in my eyes, I knew what was coming. If only I hadn't been so stupid, if only I hadn't tried to go against what Niall had told me.

I was pushed out the back door of the club, the cold air whipping around me. My breath got caught in my throat as I was slammed against the brick wall, my wrists pinned above my head. I was honestly scared to open my eyes, I probably couldn't have seen much anyway, my vision blurred by my tears."Your so cute when your helpless" he smirked, beginning to kiss at my jawline. My chest was rising and falling at such a fast pace, I thought my heart would beat out from my chest. I was starting to panic, this man had so much power over me. There was no way I was getting out.

"Beg babydoll" he told me huskily, nipping at the skin on my neck. I shook my head, refusing to obey his demand. He pulled back, staring at me.

"You heard what I said, your only making it worse. Beg" he told me through gritted teeth. My bottom lip was beginning to tremble, his gaze now resting hungrily on my chest. Today was the wrong day to wear this top.

"No" I choked out. "Fine then". He brought his hand up, making contact with my cheek. The slap was so hard, it brought more tears to my eyes, now falling down my face. 

"I want to see you plead for mercy, beg me to leave you be".

I once again shook my head. I guess as punishment for not obeying his demands, he lowered his head. His lips pressed down on my collar bone, moving down to skin uncovered on my chest, followed by the valley of my breasts. I could not be losing my virginity to this man.

I did the only thing I could think of, well the only thing I really could, considering my wrists were pinned above my head."Niall"! I yelled, praying to god he was here. We had only known eachother for such a short time, but I was hoping he would help me in my time of need.

I filled my lungs with air to scream his name again, but I guess Blake caught on to what I was doing, his hand now covered my mouth. 

I let out a muffled cry as he brought his knee up, kneeing me directly in the stomach. My knees buckled from underneath me, I fell toward the hard ground. I began to openly sob as Blake came to hover over me, enjoying my state of pure helplessness.

His finger ran down my side, then running down my theighs. 

"Please don't" I sobbed, trying as hard I could to pull my wrists from my his grip. 

"Ah there it is. Now keep going" he smirked, implying that he wanted me to continue with my pleads.

"Please" I whispered. I knew no matter how much I begged, he wouldn't stop. 

"Niall"! I screamed, hoping that he would somehow come to save me.

My eyes screwed closed, preparing for what was next. I was aware that your first time hurt, but it being rape would be ten times worse. I always expected my first time to be slow, and loving. I wanted the person that I'd give myself to to care for me, and love me passionately. I never imagined that this would happen to me. But I guess that's what everyone thinks. That it could never happen to them. 

I guess I didn't realize it, but Blake's touch soon disappeared from my body. I heard a loud crack, a body hitting the floor. I was to weak to open my eyes, so when I felt another presence atop of me, it scared me.

"P-Please don't" I whimpered. The person above me moved a strand of hair out of my face, a comforting gesture, one I didn't expect from a man who was about to force you into sex with them. 

"Scar, it's okay. It's Niall" he told me. I didn't really know how to react, on one hand, he saved me. But I still wasn't sure if Niall was just as terrible as Blake. I opened my eyes, greeted by Niall's bright, blue ones.

"Niall I-I'm scared".

"It's alright. Your safe" he whispered, sitting up. I was pulled into his lap, my forehead resting on his chest. I tried to catch my breath, ridding my memory of any touches I had recieved from Blake. I felt so disgusting. 

He stood up, my small body still cradled to his chest. I buried my face into his t shirt, gripping onto the fabric gave me a sense of security. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know what to say. He had saved me, but did I thank him? This night had turned into something completely different than I had intended. Wanting to make Niall jealous, turned into Niall saving me from a man trying to take away my innocence.

I was placed in the passenger seat of what I guessed was his car. I normally would've argued but I was so worn out by what just happened, I let him strap me in. The door was shut, and I opened my eyes to look out the window. They widened at what I say. Blake was on the ground, in a pile of blood. I knew Niall hadn't killed him, he was rolling around in agony.

Niall climbed in, starting up the car. There really wasn't much to say. But I did have to tell him one thing.

"Thankyou" I whispered into the darkness. His hand gripped the steering wheel a little bit tighter. He turned to look at me, but only for a second. His vision focused back on the road.

He didn't say anything, but I didn't really expect him to. 

A short while later, we pulled into a driveway. It wasn't mine, making my heart beat louder. He shut the car off, already climbing out. I didn't unbuckle myself, I just sat in the passenger seat, looking at my lap. 

My door was opened, but I didn't move. Niall sighed, but I could sense him getting angry. Sure, he had saved me, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to freak out when I have to spend the night in one of the most dangerous people of mullinger's house.

"Scarlett, c'mon".

I didn't move. I let out a shriek as his hands suddenly found my waist, lifting me up. I was thrown over his shoulder, Niall slamming the car door shut. He walked up the steps to his front door, fiddling with keys as I pounded on his back. 

The front door was pushed open, then kicked shut with his foot. From my view upside down, I could tell he was walking up the stairs. Another door was pushed open, his feet patting on the carpeted floor. I was suddenly laid on something soft, I knew it must've been his mattress. 

I sat up, watching every move Niall made. He stalked towards me, making me shrink back in fear. He came to stand inbetween my legs, his hands resting on my theighs. I gulped, not sure of his intentions.

"Why would you do that"? He asked, calmly. But I knew it was taking every ounce of self control for him not to explode.

"Do what"? I was confused by what he meant.

"Go out to that club alone" he told me.

"I had Victoria with-" I started, but he cut me off.

"Do you really think a girl could save you"! He yells, making me flinch. His intimidating demeaner was back, his breathing loud and heavy. I could feel his intense stare on me, but I couldn't meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. I didn't know what to say, he was basically blaming this all on me. It's not like I wanted that to happen.

"Look at me" he instructed. I slowly lifted my head, my green eyes connecting with his blue ones. I couldn't really make out the emotions they held, but I could've sworn I saw his pupils dialate.

"It's not your fault" he sighed, "I'm sorry" he apologized. 

It was quiet after that, both of us were at aloss for words. It wasn't awkward, just very tense. I gasped when his fingers ran lightly over my cheek, tucking a stray strand of my dark hair behind my ear. I began to shy away from his touch, scooting back some.


His hand dropped to my theigh, squeezing them slightly. I didn't know how to react, no one has ever touched me like this. At least not a man, in an intimate way. Niall could tell I didn't know how to react to his touch, I was frozen. My chest rose up and down at a heavy pace, the only sounds heard was my heavy breathing.

His touch ran up my theigh, stopping at the hem of my white top. Niall was intently watching as he began to lightly tug upwards, the material lifting up some, releasing a small slither of skin on my stomach. My throat was dry, I wanted to stop him, but my voice wouldn't come through.

I grabbed his wrist, stopping his movements. I looked down to where my hand rested on his, then looking up at him. 

He leaned in, his lips coming next to my ear. "Please" he whispered. I knew what he was inferring, my top slowly coming off my upper half. I was now left in my bra and jeans, Niall still stood inbetween my legs. 

His fingers skimmed down my stomach, past my naval, to the button on my jeans. This time I had to speak.

"Niall, don't" I said, looking him straight in the eye. The intensity in the room could be felt, both of us quiet. "I just want to make you feel good". 

But I didn't want this. I had only known him for less than a day, and he has already seen parts of me that I hadn't exposed to anyone else. I had to stop this.

"Please" I asked, hoping he would leave me be. His eyes flickered from mine, to where his fingers rested on the button of my jeans. I praised The Lord when his touch withdrew. He stepped back, gazing at me. My breathing began to slow, something Niall noticed.

I watched him walk to his dresser, sorting through some clothes in a drawer before pulling out a t shirt. He walked back to me, holding it out. I slowly took it from him, standing up from where I sat on the edge of the mattress.

My top was on the floor, reminding me that I was only in my bra and jeans. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying my best to cover the exposed area. 

As I began walking toward the bathroom, Niall grabbed my arm, pulling me into him. "I'm sorry" he whispered, before letting me go. He left me confused, not saying anything else as he walked out the bedroom door. I decided to just change in here, he had left.

Stripping out of my jeans, I kicked them aside with my foot. I pulled Niall's t shirt over my head, taking notice on how it smelled like him. Just when the fabric reached my theigh, the door opened, Niall stepping back in.

I looked down at my fingers, unsure of what to do. 

"You can take the bed" he told me, leaning against the door frame.

"No, I can't let you do that" I told him. This was his house, his bed.

"Of course of you can".

I had a mental battle with myself, but I came to the decision to ask.

"Why don't you just," I paused, "stay". I looked up from my fingers to him, he had a confused, but pleased expression on his face. "I'd love to" he smiled.

For the first time it was a real genuine smile, not just one of those stupid arrogant smirks. I couldn't help but watch as he peeled his shirt from his torso, I took notice in his defined and toned he was. I could make better detail of the tattoos I saw the first time I saw him across the street.

He stepped out of his jeans, focusing back on me. He could sense how stiff I was.

"Relax Scar" he told me, walking toward the bed. He climbed in, looking at me expectantly. I sighed, my hands dropping to my side.

I pulled the comforter back, climbing in, before pulling them over me. I looked to Niall who was resting his head on his arms, intently watching me.

"Promise you won't try anything" I asked him.

"Well, you do look really good in my clothes".

"Niall". I shot him a serious look.

"Alright, I promise" he laughed.

I laid down, my dark hair fanning around me as my head hit the pillow. I was starting to get comfortable, my eyes drooping slightly, but they shot open as I felt Niall's arm wrap around my waist, pulling me slightly closer to his body. 

"I'm not going to do anything." he told me, noticing my apprehension.

I sighed, relaxing some. How ended up in his bed, in his clothes, and in his arms, I really didn't understand. I hated him at first, I wasn't sure, but he was growing on me. 

"Goodnight" he whispered.


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