Catch the bullet (Liam Payne, Niall horan fan fiction

Dagmar and her best friend Laura are two lucky girls who have meet and greet tickets to one directions concert!!. Finally a chance to meet Liam and Niall. They can't wait. But in the middle of the meet and greet hate towards the boys takes its toll. Haters with guns can be a real buzz kill! ------------ I do have to say that the beginning of the story is kinda shitty. This is my first movella, but trust me it gets better with the chapters! :)


36. Borrow your grandpa's wheelchair

Niall's POV

It turned out that I bruised my arm. It still hurts but that doesn't matter as long as I'm with Laura. She had calmed down now. I hope she never ever makes herself throw up again. She's already really skinny, I don't want her to get anorexic. "Are you okay?" Laura asked. "Yeah I am, as long as you are too." I kissed her cheek. She smiled. 

"Let's get out of here. To a movie or something. You pick." Her eyes lighted up, "I'd love that! It's too bad there aren't any horrors in the cinema's now! We could go to Red 2 though. Let me go take a shower." And she ran off before I could even say a word. "Look who's excited" I laughed. 

"I have great news!" I heard Laura shriek at her phone. "Tell me!" the girl on speaker said, probably Dagmar. "My guardians are ok with it!!" I heard them both yell excited, Laura was doing a little dance. I had sneakily crept up to her bedroom door. "I'll ask them later today okay?" "Yeah sure. I gotta go! Niall is creepily watching me do our little victory dance." I laughed, I didn't knew she had spotted me. 

15 minutes later we arrived at the cinema, ready to watch Red 2. 


Dagmar's POV

If even Laura is allowed too do it so am I. This is going to be amazing. I crawled to my father's office. "Hey dad." I greeted crawling into his little suffocating work place. His eyes left the computer for a few seconds. 

"Why are you crawling?" He asked. "Oh I didn't really felt like walking, and since you refuse to buy me a wheelchair I have to crawl." I pouted making him sigh. "If you're here to, once again, beg me to buy you a wheelchair.... it won't work. You can ask if you can borrow grandpa's wheelchair for a second." I rolled my eyes. "No he always says the same thing , 'Buy your own wheelchair. Oh wait you don't have the money.' and then he laughs so hard, thinking he just made the best joke ever, causing his teeth to fall out." My grandpa really does that every time I ask him. 

After a while when my father finally had stopped laughing I asked the big question. "Dad. I'm almost 20 now and I want to move out." It was totally silent now, you probably could've heard the rusty old wheelchair from our neighbours  crack. I continued. "So does Laura, and we were thinking of living together in an apartment close to the university were we really badly wanna study law." I looked at him with puppy eyes. That always works. "So you're asking me for permission to move out and to study law?" He questioned. "Yes." "I couldn't be more proud! My daughter studying law! Amazing! You have my permission, I know your mom's probably fine with it too, otherwise I'll pay everything by myself!" I smiled. 

"Oh and dad now you're this proud of me anyways, why don't you buy me a whe....." I thought it maybe could've worked in this situation, but no. He cut me off. "No Dagmar. No wheelchair." 

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