I Will Always Love You - A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter Seven

~Niall's POV~

We had finally finished our concerts in Australia and were having a little break. We were at the hotel and I was pretty bored, so I logged onto my twitter. I realised I hadn't followed Charlotte yet, so I searched her up and found her easy as @Charlie_Barbie ..

I clicked on her name and clicked follow. I was about to log off when I read one of the tweets from someone:

@LUCYisJUICY: @Charlie_Barbie I DON'T KNOW HOW NIALL LIKE YOU.. UR FUGLY!! GO DATE SOMEONE AS FUGLY AS YOU, BIATCH!!!

I continued to read some others..

@BrittanyBabes: @Charlie_Barbie You're some fucked up chick, thinking you can just take Niall away from us!!! You stupid little whore.. go get a life!!

@LaurenHoran: @Charlie_Barbie FUCK OFF AND LEAVE NIALL ALONE!! YOU WILL GIVE HIM A DISEASE IF YOU KEEP KISSING HIM!!!

@KelzBabezz: @Charlie_Barbie You're twitter username suits you - you're a fake plastic just like Barbie! Go get a life HOE, and leave Niall ALONE!!! He doesn't need you!!

I kept reading, and ended up crying a little. I thought they were my fans. How could they do that to her?

"You read them?" I heard Charlie say from behind me.

I turned around to see her already crying.

"Yeah," I said. "Charlie, I'm so sorry!"

She came and hugged me, sitting next to me.

"I never meant for this to happen," I whispered.

She was bawling, "How could they be so mean? I thoguht they were your fans!"

"I thought they were too. It'll be ok. I will make this alright!" I said.

"How?" she looked up at me.

I leaned in and kissed her softly, but passionately, then pulled away and said, "We will get thru this. Together. Now come on, let's go to bed. Tomorrow we are flying to London. I want you to see my new apartment."

"Ok," She whispered, and we got up and went to the room.

"I don't want to sleep alone," she said.

"Come in my bed then," I replied, patting the spot next to me. Without hesitating, she came and lay down next me.

~Charlotte's POV~

"I don't want to sleep alone," I said, when we went to the room.

"Come in my bed then," he replied.

Without hesitating, I went and lay next to him, cuddling up to him, crying. I felt him pull me in closer and kiss my forehead, and I soon dozed off.

The plane ride was annoying. I was so depressed from all the hate, but I kept reading it. I wanted to know what people thought of me, but at the same time I didn't. I couldn't get to sleep at all, so I always ended up going back on twitter, only to find some more hate. Until I came across three tweets that made my day:

@1DirectionForever: @Charlie_Barbie Keep your head held high, babe! Don't worry about the hate. Niall is lucky to have you! xx

@Crazy4myBABY: @Charlie_Barbie ignore the haters.. you're beautiful on the inside and out.. Listen to those who love you and never let Niall go!

@NiallOfficial: EVERYONE PLEASE STOP HATING ON @Charlie_Barbie !! I love her, and if you can't see that, then u shouldn't be known as a "directioner"! thanks. xx

I turned to look at Niall, who was sound asleep on my shoulder. I shook his shoulder, "Niall, wake up!!"

He slowly woke up, "Yeah, babe?"

Without saying anything else, I kissed him passionately.

"What was that for?" he asked, smiling as we pulled away.

"Your tweet!" I said.

"Oh, no worries." he replied, kissing me again.

"Get a room!" Louis yelled from across the aisle.

"Lou, leave them alone!" I head Eleanor say, hitting him.

"Ow!"

We laughed at them. "Thanks El," I said.

"Anytime," she replied.

I was finally a little happy, just from those three tweets and my crazy friends. There was still two hours left, so I leaned against Niall's shoulder. And fell asleep.