Don't forget Where You Belong

Raegan Moynihan is no fashion model. She isn't famous or incredibly talented. She's just an ordinary college girl, new to Dublin.

Niall Horan is a world famous superstar. He's talented, can sing, play the guitar, and make girls swoon just by looking at them.

They find love in each other when they least expect it, then lose it all in a moment.


It's incredible how it only takes a second to almost lose the person you love more than anything, but, in the end, there's always a way to get through the misery and find the shining light of hope.

This story is a Niall Horan fan fiction about getting through it all to be with the person who means everything. Fame, stalkers, and oceans can't come between two people who are destined to be together.


22. Chapter 22 - Deadly driving

It was the busiest time of the day in Dublin, and the streets were packed. Walking to work at 5:30 is the only time walking to work sucks. People are bumping you left and right, and no one has a smile on their face which is so unlike the Irish people. At this time of day, they just want to get to wherever they're going. Now was also the prime time for pick pockets, and I pulled my big purse a little closer just at the thought. I only had about five more blocks to go when my whole bag started vibrating, my phone was buzzing. I reached my arm to the bottom of my tote and pulled it out as I weaved around a tour group. The wonderful Mr. Horan was calling me. He's only been gone for less than a week, but I miss him already. We made up from our fight just fine, like I knew we would, and things have been grand with us since that morning.

After saying sorry to me, Niall and I had the most heated make out session I've ever had in my entire life. I had never craved him so much before, and he knew exactly how to turn me on. It took all I had to not give in, but it was my own fault, I started it. I especially loved teasing him, and I actually looked forward to when he would give me his "payback" like he told me he would before he left.Teasing each other is actually a win win for both of us.

After thinking everything through that morning, I realized that there was no use in holding grudges against Niall, because I'm sure it won't be our last argument. Every relationship has bumps and obstacles you have to climb and get over. You just have to move on from those simple petty problems and focus on making each other happy, because that's what matters. It's so easy to get lost down the road and forget why you fell in love in the first place, and I refuse to let that happen to me. I want to laugh at his stupid jokes for as long as possible. I never want forget the way his hair looks in the morning, or the way his smile makes my whole body tingle. I don't want to get lost in the publicity or the distance between us.

I had also decided that I was truly ready for Niall to tell the world about me. We've only been dating about two months, but I know that every single day that we kept "us" in secret, it killed him a little bit. I would enjoy the peace for a little longer, but I would be telling him shortly that he could yell my name in public and answer questions about me. His whole family and all his close friends knew about us, but he wanted the whole world to know. I was ready for what was to come. Two months isn't long of a time, but I sure hell love that boy, and that won't change, whether its just us that know it or the whole world knowing it. Our love wasn't a gradual one, like Lou and Zayn's relationship, it was more of a "love at first sight" kind of thing, like Liam and Danielle. Niall told me that Liam loved Danielle the minute he laid eyes on her at the X-Factor, just like Niall and I at that signing. Call it what you want, but we love each other.

I slid my finger across the screen of my phone and answered the call, almost missing it from getting lost in my thoughts. I tend to do that often.

"Hello handsome."

"Greetings beautiful. I miss you."

"I miss you more." I told him.

"Impossible love. I definitely miss you more."

"I don't think so. Lets call it a tie?"

"For now....." I could picture him squinting his eyes at nothing as he thought over new ways to beat me at our ongoing banter. "Anyways, I just want to let you know that I didn't get in a car accident and that I'm not cheating on you with anyone." I started to laugh at his words. I could only imagine what he was going on about.

"What in the world are you going on about?" I asked him, still laughing. He could be so random sometimes.

"Well, the papers are saying I got in a car accident or something, and that you and I broke up after the fight the another night and now I'm with someone else. So I figured that my girlfriend should know." He said laughing.

"Well thank you for letting me know that you're in love with someone else." I said jokingly. The press could be so stupid sometimes. It's ridiculous that people just sit around making that kind of stuff up, but they do.

"You're welcome love. She's not as beautiful as you though." He said, joking of course. I laughed some more and so did he.

"Oh thanks Niall. I'm glad you feel that way." I said sarcastically. I loved that we could joke around with each other like this. We're always playful with each other. It comes naturally with us. "Well I'm almost at the cafe, so we'll talk later tonight yeah?"

"Of course babe." I smiled at his words as I stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street. Like the good girl that I am, I looked both ways and started to cross.

"Good, I can't-" Suddenly a taxi came out of no where as I was stepping up to the sidewalk, and clipped me from behind with the front headlight, then the mirror, making me fall to the ground. I screamed in pain a bit, as the cab hit me and my phone flew from my hand and landed on the footpath as I hit the ground, my bag tumbling in the opposite direction. Lip gloss and other assorted items spilled out across the curb. Pain shot up my arms from the palms of my hands, but it was brief, nothing serious. I whipped my head around and caught a glimpse of the driver as the taxi sped off, tires screeching. My heart dropped and I immediately felt nauseous. The driver looked a lot like Jake...

A young business looking man who saw the entire thing happen, got up and jogged towards me from the bench he was sitting on. I was still on the ground, but I was alright. My hands were a little scraped up and my knees had a bit of a pavement burn through my jeans, but other than that everything was in working order.

"Are you alright? That driver is a mad man!" He said, putting out a hand to help me up off the ground.

"Yeah thanks." I said as he pulled me up. I brushed off my coat and looked up at him. He was probably in his late twenties, and looked like a nice guy.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. "That was quite a tumble you took just now."

"Yeah I'm okay." I told him.

"I'm actually an ER doctor, and it would make me feel a whole lot better if I could look at your hands." I laughed a bit, liked I predicted, he was a nice guy. "Can I look?"

"Sure, of course." I showed him my palms and looked for any big scrapes then put some pressure on my wrists, probably checking to see that they weren't broken.

"All is well, you're lucky you know." He told me.

He walked over and picked up my phone and bag, and handed them to me. I could hear Niall yelling my name on the other end.

"Thank you. You're the only person who helped me out of all these people."

"You're welcome. I best be off now. Good luck to you."

"Thanks again!"

"Any time!" He said, and with that he gave me a wave and I put my phone back to my ear. What a good guy.

"Rae! Hello? Hello?" He sounded desperate.

"Hi, sorry about that."

"My god. You just scared the shit out of me. I thought you got hit by a car or something."

"That's because I was hit by a car." I told him. My hands were shaking, and my heart was still beating really fast. The adrenaline was still coursing through my body. I needed to sit down for a minute. I walked over to the bench.

"WHAT?!" Niall yelled into the phone.

"I think it was Jake."

"You're going to tell the guards right? My god, that guy is a can of piss."

"I think it was Jake."

"You're going to tell the guards right? My god, that guy is a can of piss."

"You're telling me."

"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe you shouldn't go to work. You should have a doctor check on you." I rolled my eyes. He worries so much, its funnily adorable. And I loved him for that.

"Niall. It's fine. I'm fine. I'm going to work and I'll go to the police tomorrow. Okay?"

"Alright. But please be careful. If you get hurt I'll die."

I chuckled a bit to myself as I stood up off the bench and started walking again. I felt fine now, except for the few scrapes on my hands. Talking to Niall always makes me feel better. "That's a bit drastic don't you think?" I asked him.

"Not in the least." I rolled my eyes.

"Well I love you for caring so much." I told him.

"I love you too. Call me after work?"

"Of course, we'll talk later."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes Niall, I'm sure."

"Alright." He said heaving a sigh, not content with the situation. "Bye beautiful."

"Goodbye handsome." Right after I hung up a incoming text came through.

Looking both ways doesn't seem to help you now does it? Better look out next time....

I knew it. It was Jake who almost hit me.

I shoved my phone into my bag and opened the doors to the cafe, trying to forget about the incident. It was going to be a long shift.....


The next morning I woke up extra early to the sound of my alarm going off. I needed to go to the police station before class. I wasn't looking forward to the trip because each one is always the same. Just as boring, with no new evidence to be found. I've been showing the guards every single text and any voicemails or phone calls, but Jake was good. Too good. Their best tech experts were still trying to trace the anonymous number, but had no luck thus far. They all agreed it was Jake tormenting me, but couldn't prove it. And you can't convict someone without any proof.

I rolled out of bed and went to get my usual cereal and tea, before hopping in the shower and getting ready. After breakfast I did my normal getting ready routine and left the flat in no time.

As I walked into the station, I was greeted by the secretary, who knew my name at this point because I've come in so many times. She offered me a coffee and I gladly accepted, still a little sleepy. I didn't get to bed until late because Niall and I talked for so long, but I didn't mind it. The sound of his voice puts me at ease, and he sang me to sleep, and I didn't have any nightmares.

After waiting a little bit, the detective, Officer Nee, came out and greeted me, along with the technology officer we've been working with. Both had a lot of experience, and I appreciated how hard they were trying to solve this case and find a way to make Jake leave me alone. We said our hellos and I followed the men to Detective Nee's office.

"So, Raegan, I take it you have more texts for us?" He asked me.

"Yes." I said, handing the technology guy my phone. He hooked it up to his computer and started working while I continued conversing with the detective. "Also, I just wanted to report that I think that Jake tried to run me over yesterday in the street with his cab."

He pulled out a notebook and pen. "Can you describe the incident as detailed as you can?" I nodded and started in on my story, explaining that I was on the phone on my way to work when I was brushed by a yellow taxi and the driver looked very much like Jake, and that the texts probably proved it was him.

"Were there any witnesses? You said it happened around 5:30, a busy time, did anyone see it?"

"Yes one man saw from a bench he was sitting on. I was so frazzled that I didn't even think to get his information."

"That's okay. We'll look at cameras around the area and see if we can get a plate number, identify the gentleman, or maybe even get the incident on film if we're lucky."

"Thank you so much. I'm starting to get very concerned for my safety. If he can just randomly hit me with a car, I'm sure he is capable of doing worse things." I was trying to sound as professional as possible, it was important that I be taken seriously.

"I understand your concerns Miss Moynihan. The most we can do at the moment is look into figuring out who hit you, and keep trying to track these messages you're receiving. This Jake fellow is doing a very good job at covering his tracks unfortunately. I suspect that he has done these things before." That's when it hit me. I had completely forgotten! Way back when I first met Jake, that Callie girl had warned me in the courtyard about him and the things he did to her friend. Maybe the police could talk to her!

"Actually I just remembered. There's this girl I met at school a while back who says that Jake did these types of things to her best friend. Maybe you could talk to her and her friend, see if they can help the case?"

"That's an excellent idea. Do you know how you can contact this young lady?" The detective asked me.

"Uh no, all I know is that her name is Callie and that she's in my year at Trinity. She might be in the psychology program because we had a psych class together before I switched to nutrition."

"Okay, we will definitely see if we can track her down and talk to her. But for now, I can't help you any further this morning. I'll walk you out. I'm really sorry about this ordeal, I understand it can be frustrating." We shook hands and I thanked him once again for his help. I followed him out to the lobby, thanking the secretary as I left and headed straight for class, advanced biology was calling my name. I had some extra time so I didn't rush, and I kept a lookout for any suspicious taxies.....

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