Saving Niall Horan (A Niall Horan FanFic - MY FIRST FANFIC)

Chapter One - The Night We Met

My P.O.V

"HELP! Somebody, please help me!" I heard a voice scream. Sounded like a guy... Irish? I don't know, I've never heard an irish accent before. I wanted to run away, I don't like getting myself caught up in other peoples problems, especially if it means I might get hurt or killed. But at the same time, I also felt really guilty. I can't let someone else get injured or even die because I was too chicken. I know I'm going to regret this... but...

I let out a big sigh, then started running in the direction I had heard the continuous cries for help come from. "Help me, please!" I heard the screams becoming louder as I got closer. It was hard to see being about 3 in the morning and it was pouring. Don't ask why I'm out so late, I've had a rough night and going for walks, no matter what time, are my only get aways.

I was kind of nervous about approaching the call for help, but I felt obligated to call out so that whoever was in danger knew that help was coming, "Hello?" I yelled. There was no response, I got worried and picked up speed as a natural reflex. I'm the type of person who cares deeply about other people, even those who bully me.

"Where are--" I began to say where are you, but was interrupted by--

THUD!

"Ugh," I grunted lifting myself off the slippery ground. "What happened?" I asked aloud holding my head. I slowly looked up at a boy quickly getting up, freaked out. He was about to run off when I stopped him. "WAIT! Don't go! Please." I panicked, shouting out quickly before the boy could bolt. He hesitantly paused from running off and faced me. "Are you the person I heard calling for help?"

He looked behind himself as he came closer to me and grabbed my arm, I was scared as hell, especially when he grabbed me. I didn't know what was going on and was afraid of what might happen to me. "Not now," He whispered in a dreamy irish accent, pausing, "Come with me."

The irish boy dragged me over to a HUGE complex where all the rich people lived. In the light I noticed he was even cuter than he sounded, I began to blush. I love guys with scruffy hair and bright blue eyes. The irish boy looked a bit short, almost my height except a bit taller, I don't know. He had blonde scruffy hair and the most beautiful blue eyes, he wore a bright red shirt with the sleeves bunched up half way up his arms, darkwash baggy jeans and white high tops.

The irish boy rushed me over to the elevator which took us up to a rather large loft on the eighth floor. "Whoa," I gasped, "This place is huge! What are you a millionaire?!"

He looked at me, shocked, for a moment, "I... guess you could say I was something like that." He smiled.

"So um, not to seem all... eh, you know.... But, what is your name?" I asked.

The boy nearly choked on his own oxygen at my question, "OH. MY. GOD..." the boy smiled again, I felt my body cover in goosebumps, his smile made me blush. "You seriously don't know who I am?"

".... No.... is that a bad thing? Are you mad that I don't know who you are?" I asked, a bit nervous.

"NO! No... It's just, usually everywhere I go, every person I see screams in my face, because..." The boy sighed, "Nevermind. It's not important." He smiled again, I started giggling nervously. I think I might have a bit of a crush on him, I mean OHMICRAP he is so cute, seems really sweet so far, and his smile makes me blush... and giggle like a kid... "You ok?" He laughed a bit, "You seem to be having a laugh attack."

"Oh!" I blushed, "It's nothing..." I can't believe I'm admitting this! "You just have a really cute smile..."

The boy began to really smile this time, I noticed his face become red. He looked up at me, "... It's Niall. Niall Horan."