Perfectly True ~ Niall Horan story

eighteen

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trigger warning : gun use, gun violence (not extremely graphic) but proceed with caution.

L I L L I A N N A

The burning heat of the morning sun wakes me up, my eyes fluttering awake whilst I groan and snuggle even closer to my Niall. I savour his familiar scent, listening contently to his light snores and smiling when I notice that his mouth is wide open.

My eyes are fluttering as I struggle to stay awake, focusing on Niall's strong arms that are wrapped around my waist. I feel reassured when he's asleep, it means that he is comfortable and safe.
Perhaps even happy.

I groan slightly and Niall shifts, pulling me in closer but when my eyes flutter open again I see a strange blurred detail in front of me.

It looks circular in shape, a dark black colour but I just smile stupidly as I am still half asleep. I notice a red bandana, reminding me of Harry's collection and that thought makes me smile again.
I can smell the strong scent of cigarettes and when my eyes flutter once more I notice that the circular shape has become even closer to Niall and I.

"Missy, I won't tell you again!"

The strange words only begin to register after a few seconds and in a panic I abruptly sit up and feel a hard object against my forehead.

It's only then that I'm met with the angry face of an older man with a long, plaited, white beard and a bandanna securely fastened around his neck.

I freeze in a state of panic, looking at him with pure fear that is only heightened when I feel the hard object against my forehead shifting in place and I suddenly realise that I have a fucking long-range gun placed against my forehead.

The man is shouting loudly at me but I can't seem to focus on anything except the loaded gun that is pressing into my skull. I find myself at a loss for words but when the man gets closer to my face I suddenly scream, grabbing Niall who violently jolts awake.

He jumps up sleepily but his eyes widen when they land on the situation in front of him and within seconds Niall has scrambled forward in the truck and bravely pulled the gun off of my forehead.

"Don't fucking touch her!" He yells forcefully, his voice taking me by surprise as I haven't heard him yell this loud in an extremely long time.

Before the angry man has a chance to say another word, Niall roughly charges at him and fearlessly jumps on his body. He begins to pummel the man's face as they aggressively wrestle on the ground, Niall having the upper hand in every way until the man spits on Niall's face and manages to land a punch on his jaw.

Niall lands back and whacks his knee off of the ground, groaning in immense pain but the man is in a much worse condition.

The man coughs and stands on shaky legs, carelessly holding the gun, flinging it everywhere and when he points it towards Niall I have no choice but to intervene.

I jump down from the truck and run so fast that my legs ache before launching myself onto the man's back, covering his eyes to cause him to lose his perspective and balance. I kick and scream loudly in his ear whilst he spins us both around and I forcefully jab my pointy elbow into his eye socket.