We Found Love; A Niall Horan Fan Fiction.

Chapter 7- It's Hot In Florida

 Niall saving me did nothing to better our relationship, it just made it ten times worse. The fact that I couldn't even remember what happened during my time on the plane didn't help, but at the moment I felt like that was a good thing.

I was now in Miami international airport, making my way through the long busy halls to baggage claim. Niall and I stood side by side acting as if the other didn't exist. We didn't look each others way, we didn't talk to each other, not acknowledging each others existence in the slightest bit.

I felt as if I was burning alive whilst walking through the humid airport walkway. It was just a normal summer day here in Miami but the temperature was hotter than any heat I'd experienced living in Manchester or Ireland. And, to add insult to injury, I was dressed as if it were the winter time.

I started to feel sick as I continued to walk down hall, succumbing to the heat in silence. Not even the airports AC could help with this intense heat and I internally begged that I'd make it to the hotel soon to change before I pass out.

Niall and I finally make it to the baggage claim room, just as the conveyor belt from our flight turns on. I wait nonchalantly by the side of the conveyor belt, attentively watching it as I look for my luggage. Soon I spot my purple bags amongst the sea of luggage and quickly grab them. I wait for Niall to retrieve his own bags before making my way outside to the bus terminal where various other groups wait for our buses. The temperature outside only intensified as I stand there in the direct sunlight with no air conditioning to keep the heat at bay. Waves of nausea flowed through me and I desperately looked around for a shaded area. I soon spotted an area under a tree and quickly took refuge, sitting there.

I pop in my ear buds, and play my music trying to block myself away from the outside world. The song Asleep by The Smiths starts to play and my thoughts waver off into an endless nothing. I begin to contemplate the what if's. What if Niall hadn't saved me today? What if I never woke up? I never would have found that person to sing me to sleep, to love me for me. In my mind- in my heart, I knew that I really did want to go. Anything would be better than the hell I was experiencing while living on this earth. I wanted to go to that better world, but what would I be missing if I left here? Who would I be missing if I said goodbye?

While lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice that tears began to stream down my cheeks. As the song ends, I quickly wipe any evidence of me crying with the sleeve of my jumper, not wanting anyone to ask questions or make comments about me behind my back.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, shoving me to get my attention and ripping me from the small emotional universe my thoughts confided in. My head quickly snaps up in the direction of who shoved me, only to see Niall's deep blue eyes glaring down at me. I mirror his expression, slowly taking one of my ear buds out of my ear.

“What do you want?” I spat, annoyance seething through my speech.

“If you stopped acting like a little bitch for two seconds you'd notice that it's time to leave, now get up off your fat ass and lets go.”

I shoot Niall a 'what the fuck' face before replying to him. “Well if you stopped being a dick for two seconds maybe I'd stop being a bitch!”

Quickly, I get up and brush myself off before heading toward the bus, not giving Niall a second look. As I walk Niall's hand comes in contact with my arm, pulling me back toward him while forcing me to turn around.

He looks into my eyes, his glare burning into mine. “That's one hell of a way to treat someone who just saved your life! Be grateful.” He says coldly, in a hushed tone before pushing me out of his way.

I bite down on my lip as I take in his words. They gave me an uneasy feeling and I knew that Niall would hang this over me for as long as he could.