Through The Dark

19 Year old Aria Sage has been best friends with Niall Horan all her life. She's like family to Liam, Louis, Harry and Zayn. What happens when Aria's past comes to haunt her? What will happen to all the relationships she's made with everyone, including the one between her and Niall? Find out in Through The Dark


3. He's Gonna Do It

I put on my black polo, black slacks, and my green hat. You guessed it. I work at Starbucks. Nialler was still asleep which meant that everyone else was asleep still.


"Niall?" I was down to his level with my hand on his shoulder. "I'm going to work now, baby."


"Okay, princess." He said, keeping his eyes closed. I kissed him and left. He just called me 'Princess.' If anyone knows Niall as well as i do, you should know that he doesn't call just anyone that. It seems like that word is more special than 'I love you.' It takes pretty much no time at all to get to my work, but I still get there at least 15 minutes early. So far, I've had a pretty easy and not so busy day. By first break, I had a message on my phone from Niall.


Nialler! <3: Hey baby! I'm up and moving!

Me: Good!!

Nialler! <3: Haz said to bring coffee home!

Me: Never! I'm sipping on some now! <3


Hazza!: Mean!!!

Me: Love you, Haz. Gotta get back to work!


Nialler! <3: I love you Aria.

Me: I love you too, Niall. Gotta get back to work, my dear.

Nialler! <3: Ok, love. See ya soon!


Hazza!: Love ya too, sis!


God I love the crazy people in my live. 5:00 hit! Finally! I go and sit in the break room long enough to check my Facebook messages. Sure enough I had a message from my mum. 


Cindi Sage: Are you official yet?

Me: *Sigh* Nope. He hasn't asked me yet.

Cindi Sage: That boy!

Me: Mum give him time! Gotta go. Off work and gotta drive home.

Cindi Sage: Kk. Love you! Be safe!


One thing I need to make clear is the actual origin of my family. Mum and dad are from the states. They got married in the states. Ireland was the honey moon that never ended. I get my accent from spending pretty much every waking moment while my parents were at work with Niall and his family. I walked back in the main room and grabbed my stuff and clocked out. I am finally able to breathe after a long day away from my Nialler.


"Hey Catherine! I'm out! Niall's Home!"


"Yay! Thanks for yesterday!" She replied.


"Don't thank me. Thank Dereck. I got sick yesterday. Hey, where's Jim?"


"Right here!" He answered. "What's up?"


"Can I talk to you in the back room?"


"Sure!" We walked to his office. "What's up?"


"Niall's home." I said.


"Awesome! What about it?"


"For my safety, he had me move in with him...when he goes on tour he wants me to go with him...what do I do?"


"Ummm I can hire some college kid while you're gone and not take you off the payroll?"


"I'll take it!" He chuckled at me.


"Just give me at least a couple months in advance to find someone. I don't mean that in a bad way, I just can't afford to lose one of my hardest workers."


"I know. Well thank you Jim! I'm off!"


"See ya tomorrow, Aria." I ran to my truck and hauled ass home. I made it up the stairs to an empty apartment. "Niall?" I called. Nothing. "Harry?" Still nothing. "Guys??" Ugh nothing but utter silence. I put my keys on the ocunter where I found a note.


Hey Darling,

We all went for a walk. Be home soon! Why don't you fix yourself a drink? Love you!



I fixed myself a strawberry daqueri and sat at the table to relax. Once I finished, I went into Niall's bathroom to take a shower. I stood there and let the water run down my back. I still wanna know what mum told Niall the other night that they both won't tell me. Doesn't really matter, I guess. If Niall felt the need to tell me, he would. Same with mum.


"Aria?" I heard Niall call. Thank god he's home!


"In the shower!" I answered.


"Good! Making sure you're here!"


When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and went into the bedroom to grab my clothes that I set out. In its place on the bed was a little black strapless dress and a pair of silver stilettos.


Wear this! -Nialler


That was the note. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and took a picture of it for Instagram. Not yet. I thought. I stayed wrapped in my towel and ran back into the bathroom to do my make up and hair. I put my hair up in an elegant bun and went to put on the dress. I didn't bother grabbing a cover up. I didn't want to take away from the dress. When I walked into the living room, everyone's jaw dropped. Niall came up to me and kissed my forehead.


"Perfect." He whispered. The 6 of us got in the car and drove into Murfreesboro, which is about a 45 minute drive, where we pulled into one of my favorite restaurants, Old Chicago. It's a really nice and super expensive pizzeria/Italian food place. When Niall would come to visit us, that's where mum and dad would take us for supper, Niall knows it's my favorite. Louis, Liam and Harry kept elbowing and kicking Niall. Even Niall got dressed up. So hot! In the booth, I was on the outside with Niall next to me and Louis next to him. On the other side was Liam on the outside, Harry next to him and Zayn next to him.


"Hey Ari?" Zayn asked.




"Can I ask you something? I don't know if it's too personal for you or not...."


"Ummmm sure?" I answered. I looked over at Niall who then looked down at my arms. Shit.


"What-----grrrr----What happened?"He asked motioning to my arms. Niall shot me a painful look, but nodded at me. Ugh I knew it.


"This doesn't leave this table, please." I began. The four who didn't know nodded in agreement. "When I was 12 I got kidnapped. I was away from my mum and dad for what felt like a good 6 months. They put a chain on my ankle that was long enough to get in bed and to the toilet. I apparently fought that, from the looks of the huge scar on my ankle." I was trying to avoid saying anything about the scars on my arms because I still haven't told Niall that part. He just knows it's from when I was gone. I'm still too afraid to tell him what happened.


"What about your arms?" He asked. Dammit. I looked over at Niall. He's gonna kill me for this.


"Umm" I hung my head.


"Ari, you don't have to tell me."


"No, Zayn, I do. We are family. And from the way mum was talking to Niall the other night, I have to tell you. I feel like you need to know."  Niall hung his head for a moment then looked at me. "The whole time I was gone, there was nothing I wanted more than to die. Every time they spoke, it was like nails on a chalk board. Every time they touched me...ugh. They let me bathe every so often, gave me a shaver so I could shave my legs...I took it apart and got one of the blades from it. The way I was it, I was gonna die anyways...I had no chance of getting out--"


"They--?" Liam began.


"Yeah." I answered. We sat silent for a couple minutes. Niall put his hand on my knee. By then the waitress was back with our food. We all began to eat...all except Niall. I tapped his led. Niall looked up at me all hurt. I motioned for him to come with me outside to talk. "Excuse us for a moment." I told the others. Niall an I walked out to the car.


"Why didn't you tell me, Aria?!?!" He was mad. I've never seen him this way. "Aria, dammit!!" He was crying harder than the two of us put together the other night. I couldn't speak. I felt like I was playing scrabble in my head. "Fucking talk to me!" I just couldn't. We were sitting in the trunk of the suv we were driving. I leaned back against the back seat and put my knees up and buried my face in them. "Oh my god, Aria..." He said. He scooted closer to me and put his arms around me. I didn't acknowledge it. I didn't look up at him. I was too afraid to. "Come here." He whispered. "I'm so sorry, babe." I just cried into his chest. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry, Aria." I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face. "God, Ari." He kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry, princess. Promise me something, please?" I looked up at him again. "Promise me you will never do it again, please. For me? I can't bear the thought of losing you." I nodded and kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up a bit so we could finish eating. Okay?" I nodded again. He helped me out of the trunk (Making sure I didn't flash anyone) and walked me to the bathroom. "Want me to wait for you?"


"Please?" I said quietly. I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I didn't look as bad as I felt. Waterproof makeup is a blessing in this kind of situation. I grabbed a paper towel and put some cool water on it. Once I finished cleaning myself up and calming my self down enough, I returned to Niall.


"Hey darling." He said as he leaned down and kissed me.


"Talk when we get home? Alone?" I asked.


"Sure." We got back to the table where we finally decided to eat with the rest of the group. Niall finished and decided he wanted a dessert for us to share. Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry all smiled when the waitress brought out a slice of cheese cake with berried on top. It's what him and i used to share when we were kids. Only this time, in front of the dessert on the plate was a little black In it was the most beautiful claddagh rings I had ever seen. A claddagh, or "Irish Wedding Band" is my favorite kind of ring...well naturally it would be since I'm from Ireland. It's considered a friendship ring. It's that one that you see with the two hands holding the heart with the crown on it. The two hands represent friendship, the heart represents love and the crown represents loyalty. Where the heart would be was a little heart shaped diamond. I couldn't say anything. I put my hand over my mouth. Niall grabbed the box and turned to face me.


"Aria, we've been best friends for 19 years now. It's taken me forever to figure out that you like me, maybe even love me. There is nothing I want more than for you to be safe with me and for you to be happy. Will you be my best friend forever and make me the happiest guy ever by being my girlfriend?" I so cleaned up my face just to start crying again, I swear.


"Yes." I answered through my tears. He leaned in and kissed me while everyone at our table and everyone at the tables around us started clapping. He put the ring on  my RIGHT hand with the point of the heart facing me, meaning I'm happily taken. Zayn was taking pictures of everything to send to me so I could sent them to mum. Something I know she would absolutely love.

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