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?


4. Chapter 4

 suddenly I woke up, and looking at my surroundings. I was in a dark alley, the only light source was the street lamp, which looked like it would burn out soon anyway. My heart started racing, not understanding any of this. I got up, attempting to run, but my legs gave way as soon as I tried to stand up. I heard muffled voices and footsteps. They were coming closer, and I panicked. I could just barely make out the figures, but I recognized them as Niall, Harry, and Louis. Well shit.

"Hello Scarlett." Niall says with a smirk. I just stare up at him, tears were bound to fall any second. Harry took one step towards me, and the tears flowed out. I was so frightened, my stomach was in knots, and my whole body was shaking. Niall moved closer to me, and kneeled down beside me. 

"Don't cry love." he paused. "It'll be over soon." he says with a smirk. He moves his hand up to wipe my tears away, but slaps me across the face hard. Louis moves behind me, and in one quick movement, grabs my neck, holding me still, the torture beginning. Suddenly, Harry punches me right in the face, hard enough for me to start openly sobbing, my body shaking. Niall takes this moment to kick me right in stomach. That kick knocked the wind out of me, and I was finding it hard to breathe. Louis' grip around my neck and throat grew tight, and I was struggling to draw air into my lungs. 

I screamed, sitting up. My heart beat wildly in my chest, I tried to desperately catch my breath. I couldn't stop the tear that slipped down my cheek, the dream frightened me. Niall quickly sat up, reaching out to cradle me but I didn't let him touch me. I was fully aware that he could very well do to me what he just did in that dream if he wanted to.

I ripped the covers off of me, climbing off of the bed, and stumbling to the door. My knees felt weak underneath me. But Niall was quick to his feet, next to me in a matter of seconds. His arm looped around my back, underneath my knees, then lifting me up. I struggled in his grip, but he was too strong for me.

He carried me back to the bed, laying me down. My breath caught in my throat when he climbed on top of me, pinning my wrists down above my head. That was one feeling I hated, being restrained. 

"Scar, what happened"? He asked urgently. I swallowed, not sure if I should tell him. I was afraid that he would be angry or upset that I had seen him like that.

"Promise you won't get mad"? I asked for reassurance. "Of course" he said. I took a deep breathe, before beginning the dream.

"Well, I had a dream. And I woke up in an alley, and you, Harry and Louis came and beat me up. I was about to die, but I woke up" I told him. He seemed confused as to how Louis and Harry ended up in my dream, but they just did.

"Listen, I would never hurt you Scar. And as for Harry and Louis, I know that they're dangerous guys, but they wouldn't hurt you" he explained. "How do you know that"? I asked.

"How are you so sure"? I asked. He seemed hesitant before answering.

"Because they care for you" he said. I almost wanted to laugh. How could those two boys possibly care for me? All they cared about was how many girls they got in bed in a week, and when they'd get thier next round of pot.

"How could they ever care for me"? I asked.

"Because, I've told them about you. They know who are you are. It's hard to understand". Yes, very hard to understand. I just needed to clear my head, think this all through. I'm getting myself into way more than I asked for.

"I just need to think" I told him. He released my wrists, climbing off of me. I got up, walking across the room. I was careful to not bump into anything, the room was dark, except for the glow that the lamp provided from across the room.

I stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I leant on the edge of the counter, sucking in a deep breath before letting it out. I didn't know what to think. In a way, it could be a blessing. I tried to find the best out of every situation. But I didn't know what good could come out of the boys who I hardly knew, caring for me. I've even slept in the same bed with one of them.

I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. Sweat beaded at my hairline, my eyes puffy. My throat felt tight. I turned on the faucet, collecting some water into my hands and splashing some of it onto my face. I dabbed it dry, feeling refreshed.

I unlocked the door, stepping back out. I walked into Niall's room to find him leaning against the headboard, his eyes slowly fluttering closed and then back open. He looked like he was trying to stay awake to see if I was okay.

I climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers back over me. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone was comforting. "Yeah, I'm fine." I told him.

He let out a sigh, scooting down some. "Scar"? He asked. I flipped around to face him, resting my head on my hand.


"I know you think nothing good about me. But if you'll give me a chance, I was wondering if I could take you out tommorow?" He asked. I thought over it. On one hand, this was the ever so famous Niall Horan from mullinger. But I felt there was so much more to him that meets the eye. I knew what I had to do.

"Sure." I smiled. He let out a sigh of relief, making me laugh. It was about two in the morning, meaning we'd obviously go back to bed. I couldn't stay up any longer, drowning everything else out as my eyelids shut closed.

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