Behind These Walls

What you see isn't always what you get. On the outside, Niall Horan is the adorable blonde, witty member of the worlds best boy band One Direction. But behind closed doors Niall is an insecure trouble kid who wants nothing more than to be happy, and no amount of money and fame can give him that.

Brystal Taylor is your average troubled teen. She spends most of her time locked up in her room, avoiding the world and the constant death threats and insults people throw at her. Living in the perfect family Brystal is far from perfect.

When Niall and Brystal meet they form a connection that is like no other. They rely on each other to get through the hell they call life.


3. chapter 3

Brystals POV:

It's been three days since I met Niall. I couldn't get him off my mind. I found myself doodling his name on everything. I even bought all of One Directions albums. I rewinded Niall's solos in almost every song. I've never met a guy who was so accepting and understanding. Though we only talked for a short time it felt like forever. He really left a mark on me.

I walked out of my room and went downstairs to get a cup of tea. As I walked in the kitchen my mum kissed me forehead. She was on the phone with someone.

"Yes yes I know! It must be so hard for him. All those fake friends. Poor Niall." My mum said shaking her head. I immediately turned my attention to her.

"Mum who is that?" I mouthed to her.

"He held the phone away and said quietly 'mrs.horan'. My heart beat sped up rapidly.

"Can I talk to her please mum!" I reached for her cell without waiting for an answer.

"Hello Mrs.Horan, this is Brystal, Susan's daughter. Is Niall home by any chance?"

"No love he's out with his brother Greg. I'll give you his number and you can ring him okay?"

YES YES YES, I thought to myself. She gave me his number which I quickly entered into my phone. I said thank you and handed the phone back to my mum. Forgetting my tea I ran upstairs to my room and locked the door. I sat at the edge of my bed with my hand on the call button.

Come on Brystal, don't be a pussy. He said call him, just push call; I repeated to myself. Finally I pushed the call button. I put my iphone to my ear and listened. One ring, two rings, he picked up on the third.

"This is Niall." He sounded sad.

Niall's POV:

I picked up my phone. It was an unknown number.

"This is Niall." I said into my phone.

"Um hey, it's uh Brystal, from the uh party." My face lit up.

"Oh um hey."

"You said I should call you. So I uh did." She laughed nervously.

"I'm glad you did."

She laughed nervously again.

"Do you mind me asking how you got my number though?"

"Your mum and my mum must be friends. They were on the phone and I asked your mum for it."

A smile spread across my face. Thanks mum.

"Do you want to um hangout sometime?" I said quietly hoping Greg didn't hear.

"YES! I mean um sure." She cleared her throat. I tried hard to hold back my laughing.

"Okay, I'll um text you"

"Okay, uh bye."

"Bye love" I said before hanging up.

I can't believe she had actually called. A million thoughts started racing through my head. When can I see her again?

"Niall you ready to head out?" Greg said.

I guess that answers my question. I pulled out my phone and began to text her.

-hey, can I take u out tonight?

I waited for a response. It didn't take long.

-course :)

-pick u up in an hour!

-can't wait ;)

I locked my phone and punched the air screaming yes. The whole restaurant turned to me. A little girl yelled loudly; MUM THATS NIALL HORAN!

Shit. Me And Greg ran out of the restaurant and to his car parked in the back. We were met at the door my paparazzi snapping pics.

"Niall is it true you got kicked out of one direction?" "Do you think you're the ugliest member of one direction?" "how do you deal with being the worst singer in the band?" "Niall is is sad not being able to get a girlfriend?"

The paparazzi kept throwing insults at me. All the flashing lights and rude comments got into my head. I could feel tears starting to form.

"Aye fuck off! Leave my brother alone!" Greg yelled loudly. He pushed his way through the paparazzi and we hurried to the car. Once inside I buried my head in my lap. I thought coming home would give me a break from the rumors and hate but clearly not. It follows me everywhere.

"It's okay Niall, what the hell do they know?" Greg said angrily. I lifted my head up and wiped my face. Greg turned on the radio. Story of My Life came on. It was on my verse.

'Written in these walls are the colors that I can not change'

It didn't sound like me. We soon arrived home and I immediately walked to my car.

"Tell mum I'll be back" I yelled to Greg.

I pulled out my phone and texted Brystal.

-I'll be there in 10, what's the address?

She texted it back and I left. The drive was silent. Besides the one song I kept replaying, Old School Love by Lupe Fiasco. Once infront of her house I texted her saying 'here'. After about five minutes she walked out. He Mum chased behind her as she tried to hurry to my car. I rolled the window down to hear what she was saying.

"Mum leave! No he doesn't wanna talk to you. Go!" He yelled back. I quietly laughed.

"Wait love let me fix your hair! There's something on your shirt!" Her mum said struggling to keep up. Brystal quickly jumped into the front seat.

"Drive!" She yelled. But it was too late. Her mum was at the car window.

"Hello Niall! I'm Susan Taylor, Brystals mum! What are you guys planning on doing tonight?"

Brystal groaned hiding her face. That made me smile.

"Were gonna hit the theatre and get something to eat if that's okay." I said back smiling.

"Course it is! You guys be safe. Brystal lift your head up." She did and her mum licked her fingers and wiped Brystals face.

"Yuck! Bye mum." She yelled

"Bye Mrs.Taylor, we won't be gone long." I said rolling up the window and driving away.

"Oh god how embarrassing." Brystal said looking at me with her bangs in her face. She looked so beautiful.

"Don't worry about it." I said laughing. I finally got a good look at her. She was wearing a white tight crop top with a black leather skater shirt and white pumps on. She had red lipstick on. My type of girl. "You look beautiful I said looking in her eyes. She looked down quickly.

"Thank you." She said shyly.

"So where are we going?" I said smirking.

"What? You're asking me?" She laughed.

"I'm guessing you don't know either!" I said chuckling. " don't worry I've got someplace in mind." We drove for about twenty minutes jamming out to One Direction. It was cute how she tried to do everyone's voice. I loved how she opened up so quickly. Soon we pulled up to a parking lot. I parked in a empty space and got out to open her door.

"Why thank you kind sir" she smiled grabbing my hand.

"Were both kind of over dressed for this place but we'll be fine."

I didn't let go of her hand. I led her behind the trees and it opened up to a beach.

"This was my favorite spot in highschool. Me and my lads always came here to play guitar."

She looked at me and smiled. She let go of my hand knelt down and took off her heels. She held them in one hand and grabbed my hand with the other. We walked down the beach and talked about random things. Then she brought up the party.

"What did you mean by what you said at the party?" She asked looking at the water, avoiding my eyes. I could feel my heart drop.

"Being famous isn't all fun and games. There's hate. Lots of it: people saying things to you. Terrible things. Telling me to kill myself. Threatening to kill me and my family. It gets to you. You start believing everything they say like you're terrible and you don't deserve to live. And then you feel useless."

"I know what that's like. But Niall let me tell you, you're the most amazing guy ive ever met. You're very talented and you're so sweet and caring. I've seen your twitter. The shit people tweet to you is terrible. I don't get how people and be that.. Mean." She wrapped her arms around my torso and buried her head in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her neck kissing the top of her head.

"Oh look who it is. Slut bag and-- Niall?!" We both looked over an saw Sammantha.

"Shit" Brystal said backing up. I put my arm around her shoulder.

"What did you just call her?" I said sternly to Sammantha.

"Oh um nothing Niall. It's fate that we met again." She said smiling and reaching out for a hug. I ignored her and turned to Brystal an asked if she's okay.

"What are you doing with this bitch Niall? I'm rich and hot! Date me!" Sammantha yelled stomping he foot into the sand. "Stupid slur I told you to stay away from him! You're going to regret this!" She turned her attention to Brystal.

"Hey!" I yelled at her. "Keep away from her and stay the hell away from me." I pulled Brystal away towards the car.

"Thanks Niall." She said quietly. I stopped and looked at her, I looked in her eyes and we just stared at each other. After about five seconds I leaned in and kissed her red lips. When we pulled away she put her hand around my torso and we made our way back to the car.

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