"It's ok baby,im here..u can tell me" niall cooed pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Should i tell him?why does he care? as i thought this i began to cry harder ,im a baby. before thinking i suddenly spat out
"My parents died when i was 3 and ive been suffering of depression for the last 11 years!" i cannot believe i just said that out loud! im such an idiot! i looked up to see Niall,he had a huge shock in his face, i began to start over thinking, does he not like me anymore? im so stupid! niall is just a random guy who i bumped into in a cafe and now ive told him all this?!
"Shh babes its ok, come on let's go home" he said taking my arm, i might be crying my eyes out right now but a tiny part of me is crying of joy because niall is taking me to his house..i walked outside as the cold breeze hit my face.
"Here take my jacket, your freezing" he said passing me his jacket ,it smelt like him ... i thanked him as he opened the front door of his car for me,what a gentlemen! no dont think like that.. his just being nice..
•AT NIALLS HOUSE•
NIALLS POV
We entered my house as i got a blanket out of the spare room and wrapped it around Jas. she is so beautiful and when she told me about her parents i was so close to crying,she didnt deserve it at all . i knew from now on its my job to look after her , i can't bear to see her upset. shes perfect inside out, she belongs to me! as we sat down i put my arms around her as she cried into my arms,i can't bear to see her like this..
"Shh...shhhh" i whispered, she looked up at me and said
"Thank you for everything, i really appreciate it.." i couldn't take it any longer, i placed my lip onto hers. she went along with it,our lips moved in sync. i think im in love...
Love u all xxxx- Tazzy
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Falling for him?
FanfictionThis book is about a girl named Jas who has suffered through a lot in her life and she doesn't feel safe anywhere except from being at home,she has no friends and gets treated like a door mat everywhere she goes. All of a sudden her entire life flip...
