Dangerous- Niall Horan Fanfic (Narlettshipper)

Chapter 1

Scarlett's POV

"Hey Bradyn, could you come pick me up from work please"? I asked my bestfriend over the phone.

"Sure thing Scar, I'll be there in a few" he said.

"Alright, thanks B".

I hung up, stuffing my phone in my back pocket. Bradyn wouldn't be here for a few minutes, so I took the spare time I had to clean up around the music shop. Grabbing a guitar that was misplaced, I put it back on the shelf where it belonged. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my co-worker Elle collecting her stuff.

"Leaving so soon"? I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Scarlett. Long day, y'know? Andrea left a while ago, something about a family member being ill..? Anyway, don't forget to close up when you leave" she said. Giving me a small wave, she pushed the heavy metal door open, exiting the shop.

Elle was a nice girl to work with, she was sweet and mainly kept to herself. She had long blonde hair that reached her waist. She had dyed her ends a light brown, it actually looked pretty nice. She had the biggest eyes I'd ever seen, in a good way though. They were bright blue. I'd taken notice in how they change shades depending on her mood. She was about my height, maybe a little shorter. Everyone who worked here didn't have a problem with her, but they've commented on how she's a little, 'too sweet'.

I made sure to clock out, grabbing my coat and purse. Locking the shop up wasn't my favorite part about working here. It meant leaving later than the others, but I could use the extra money.

I put my coat on, buttoning it up. It was very chilly out, the cold wind blowing my long dark hair in all sorts of directions. Smoothing my hair down with my palm, I picked a bench to sit on whilst I waited for my bestfriend to pick me up. My bestfriend was a guy, he's not gay though. We've just established our relationship as friends only. And I was glad about that too. I couldn't imagine being anything but friends.

He wouldn't be here for a few minutes, so I decided to pull my phone out to scroll through my feed. Swiping my thumb over the screen, I lightly laughed at one of the posts I saw on my Instagram.

I was probably just being paranoid, as I always was. But I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through up my spine, and throughout my body. And it wasn't the cold weather. It was the shiver you got when you felt like someone was watching you. A very displeasant feeling if I say so myself.

I looked up from my phone screen to see if I could target the source of the wierd feeling. But I found nothing. I shook my head, letting out a sigh as I focused back down on the electronic device held in my palm.

I heard a car engine, peeking up through my eyelashes I saw it was bradyns black charger. Smiling as I saw him wave at me, approaching, the smile dropped when I noticed a different black car parked across the street.

I squinted to see who exactly the driver of this black range rover was. My breath hitched in my throat when I caught this mysterious boy staring directly at me. He obviously had no shame in it either, continuing to gaze at me from where he was stationed.

He had dirty blonde hair, probably dyed blonde from an original brown. My mother was a hair stylist, and I couldn't help but pick up on a few tips and tricks here and there. His arm slung out the window, I immediatley took notice in how buff he was. Anyone could see he was very strong at first glance. He also had some tattoos on his arms, one disappearing underneath his sleeve. When my eyes met his, my breath got caught in my throat again.

They were ice blue. Not the normal blue that you see whilst walking past strangers everyday, but a different blue. Even from across the busy street I could make out the exact color. They pierced into mine, I felt like I couldn't move.