Those London Nights // (Niall Horan)

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3. Chapter 3

 So I'm writing this while I'm babysitting. But here's an update!

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-Scarlett's POV-


I was running. I didn't know where and I honestly didn't care in the slightest. All I knew was that I was trying to get away. That same drunkard from last night had caught up to me though, much to my luck (note the sarcasm), and pushed me up against the same dirty brick wall from last night as well, slurring the same things into my ears, making my blood curdle and a scream loud enough to shatter glass, escape from my lips. 

"P-please!" I whimpered. "Just let me go!" 

"And why would I do that baby? Huh? I thought we were having fun."

"No!" I screamed, turning my face away from his and clenching my eyes shut. 

When I opened them again, the man was lying on the ground with some Irish kid beating the crap out of him. Just like the night before, I screamed at him. Shouting about how he was going to kill him. He asked 'What?' and I collapsed again, only to be met with the intense pain of a set of teeth penetrating through my wrist. I screamed out and writhed beneath him, slowly hinting at a bit of consciousness here and there. 

"STOP!" I screamed. 

"What? Why are you screaming?" He asked. 

"STOP!" I screamed again. 

"Scarlett wake up!" He shouted at me. "Wake u—" was all he managed to get out before him and everything else vanished. 

-End Of Flashback- 

A few seconds later, I was sitting upright in somebody else's bed drenched with sweat. My breathing was fast and hard and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. 

"Just breath." A familiar Irish accent rang through my ears. "In through your nose, out through your mouth."

I nodded slowly, not meeting the guys eyes and tried my hardest to develop a breathing pattern. I succeeded after about five minutes and finally raised my head a tiny bit to be met with a pair of crystal blue eyes boring into my head. 

"Yeah babe?" He asked, holding my hand up to his cold cheek in an attempt to soothe me. 

"Who are you?" I fired back. 

"Niall." He answered quickly.

"What's my name?"

"I don't know.....?" He said, scrunching up his eyebrows in confusion. 

I shook my head and put my head between my knees, suddenly feeling sick and willing the vertigo to pass. 

"Why? Whats wrong?" He asked worriedly. 

"What's wrong? Whats wrong?! I don't even know who you are, I don't remember anything from last night and I'm wearing your shirt for christ sakes! Why don't you tell me what's wrong because I sure as hell have no idea." I shouted sternly. 

"Woah, woah, woah!" I don't know what you're thinking but we did not do anything last night. That's for sure." He responded reassuringly. 

"Then what happened?" I asked, tears stinging the edges of my eyes. 

"You almost got raped last night. I was there and I kinda beat the bastard almost to death. You had a little panic attack and collapsed in my arms so I carried you back to my place, and I slept on the couch."

I nodded my head slowly. 

"Can I go home now?" I whimpered. 

"We can try." He said shrugging his shoulders. 

He got up from the bed and handed me a fresh tee and a new pair of baggy sweats. I stared at him until he left and I changed quickly, placing his other tee in the bin. 

"Ready?" He asked. 

"Yeah." I said, gathering up last nights dress, heels, and my bag. 

We slowly crept downstairs and Niall opened the door as quietly as possible and we hopped into the lux black bucket seats of his sports car. He shifted gears and we headed out, towards my house (which was surprisingly just down the road from his place. Just by a few houses.) My flat was on the other side of the road though. When we finally reached my destination, I sat there in the car, looking down at my feet. 

"This is your place right?" He asked. 

"Yeah." I whispered. 

We sat there alone in the silence of his car, just absorbing the awkwardness of it all. 

"Thanks. For everything Niall." I said, speaking up, and I kissed his cheek lightly. 

"It was no problem." He said, waving it off as if it were stale coffee breath. 

"Well...I'll see you around?" I said, stepping out of his car. 

"Y-yeah." He tried. 

I nodded in response and started making my way towards my house after shutting the car door. Before I could even turn the key in the lock, I heard Niall's voice behind me. 

"Wait." He huffed, out of breath a bit. 

His cheeks were tinged a bright pinkish-red, almost scarlet, and he handed me a piece of paper. 

'xx-xxx-xxxx' Was all it said. 

"It's for. You know. In case you ever need anything else, I'm always down the road and that's my phone number um..."

"Scarlett." I said, finishing for him. 

"Right." He nodded in response to it. 

"So I'll be going now." I said awkwardly. 

"Yeah." He scratched the back of his head. "See ya."

I bit my lower lip and nodded, watching him as he got back into his car and speed off into the direction of his house. I slowly crept inside an quickly noticed away, my Galaxy Note sitting on the kitchen counter. I picked it up and flicked through my messages. There where four from Emily. 

From Em—Where are you?!

From Em—Scar come on! Where are you?!

From Em—Scar I'm getting worried!

From Em—I'm at home now. Text me if you ever get these messages. 

I fired off a quick text towards her, in the form of a little white lie, stating I'd passed out once I'd gotten home. It wasn't exactly wrong but it wasn't exactly right but I didn't care at the mo. All I wanted was to take a shower, and take a nice, long, and very much deserved cat nap. 

After that was all said and done, I slipped back on the sweats and tee Niall had given me that morning. I settled into bed and slowly drifted off into sleep land, the musky, manly scent of Jean Paul Gaultier's aftershave from Niall's clothes invading my nose. 


Sorry for the super short chapter! I know that nothing much happened but I'm having a bit of writers block. Merp. Got any ideas? Leave them down in the comments below! I'll make sure to thank you as well(=

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