It was you, only you. I Niall Fanfic I

Chapter Eight

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“Hey can we talk now?” I ask Niall who is already pulling me to his room.

He nods.

We sit on both sides of the bed. Thinking of each word to use carefully. Well here goes. All his focus is on me.

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Niall's POV

I grasp Claire’s hand and pull her to the bedroom. Her hand was soft and molded into mine perfectly.

I close the door and place myself on the comfy bed. Claire settled her bag on the floor and sits herself opposite me. Her face worn and tired but I knew she couldn’t keep whatever it was in anymore. I so badly want to know. It was so obviously eating her up.

I stare her dead in the eye waiting for her to speak.

Claire’s POV

I steady my breathing and start.

“Niall, my childhood wasn’t easy. I have had so many losses and seen too many people suffer.” I feel tears about to shed, but I fight them back. I intently look at my hands, thinking of where to start.

'I'll be here for as long as you need me,' Niall's murmured. I let out a strangled type of laugh.

“Well I might as well explain from my childhood. My father was a mob leader. He was such a powerful, rich emotionless man. He could manipulate anyone. I never had any friends because his mob was always being reported because he killed people. I had no idea what he was involved in until I was 13 when I actually witnessed it.” Niall grabs my hand tightly, signaling that he cared and he was there. I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his before continuing.

“He picked me up from school that day, I vividly remember hopping in the BMW and instantly gagging at the disgusting scent of cigarettes wavering in the air. He told me he had to drop off a package before we got home. He drove somewhere out of town I wasn’t familiar with.” I paused as Niall tightened his grip on my hand.

“One man came out of no where, he wore dark sunglasses and had a large visible scar from his forehead to his cheek. My father got out of the car, leaving me in the sleek mobile and walked up to him. They just argued. Blood vessels were prominent on both their forehands. That’s when my dad shook his head, pulled a gun out of his suit jacket and just shot him in the chest. He shot him.”

My hands start trembling, tears streaming down the sides of my face. The memory was so painful. Niall gets up and grabs a box of tissues and pulls a couple out for me. I wipe my face. The tissues absorb my wet tears immediately.

“When I was 16 my dad was caught doing some illegal drug and weapon deals. He was sent to jail for life, the last thing he said to me was… 'Good luck kid, stay alive'.” I tense up.

“It’s okay. If it hurts we can stop?”

I shake my head. I needed to get this off my chest.

“What happened to your mother? Is she still alive?”

A small whimper leaves my mouth. My mother. Niall wipes a tear away with his thumb.

“My mother was killed by another mob, the mob was led by Ross Tain. His son is Andrew Tain…”

Niall’s grasp loosened until he let go. He paced back and forth combing his hair with his fingers, his expressions showing shock and pure disbelief.


“Andrew, as in your boyfriend of 2 years?” He spoke clearly.

I nodded my head, knowing Niall would walk out the room and leave me. Surprisingly, he didn’t. He sat back on the bed and took my hands once more.

“Andrew isn’t a mob member or even associated with them. He has a drinking problem though. It affects me the most when he comes over to my flat pissed. He’ll drag me out of my bed and continuously hit me. Slurring his words. It happens too often I don’t bother to fight back anymore.” I felt Niall cringe and saw his jaw clench. Obviously not liking what he was hearing at all.

“But when he would wake up in the morning and sober up, he’d apologize and take care of me. The only reason why I’m still with him is because he cares about me. No one else has ever truly cared about me before. Andrew was the closet thing I had. He just doesn’t understand the serious problems alcohol is causing. I went to LA to get away from it and that’s when I met you.” I smile at the last sentence I said.

“Claire, you are so strong and have such great courage. I can’t believe I met you when you were trying to start over. You are stunning, funny and unique. I know I say this to you a lot but I think now more than ever you need to hear this. I care so much about you…”

“Hey guys were going to go out. Do you guys want to come along too? Oh…uh sorry for interrupting…” Liam asked knowing he was intruding.

I glance up to Niall wanting him to answer for me.

“No, it’s okay. You guys go on ahead. We’ll catch up later.” Liam nodded and closed the door behind him.

I draw my attention back to Niall. He pulls me closer to him into his lap, sweeping my bangs out of my face so I could see his watery blue eyes.

“Niall, you don’t know how much you have done for me. You are truly an amazing person who I honestly don’t deserve to be associated with. You saved me, twice. I have no idea how to repay you at all. You’re so kind and generous me for looking after me. You’ve changed the way I look on life and the world. I trust you.”

I feel tears trickle down the sides of my face. Niall gently wipes them away with a tissue. He wraps his muscly arms around my waist.

“I think you should get some rest. You can sleep here. I have to get some stuff. But I’ll be back.” Niall gets up gives me a reassuring hug and leaves me in the gloomy room by myself. I am so exhausted and emotionally drained I have nothing left in me. Then I remember Andrew. I pick up my phone from the bedside table and decide to call him.

“Claire, I’m leaving now!”

“Okay!” I hear the front door shut meaning that he’s gone.

 “Oh hey babe. Where are yoooou?”

“Uh, I’m…Wait are you drunk? Look if you are so don’t bother. I’m so sick of you and your problem. I’ve been so fucking patient with you and you just push me a side and keep doing it.” I start sobbing, knowing I need to end this. When he’s sober.

“Hey hey hey. No I’m not drunk. I’m just living freeeeee haha. Claireee, babe where do I pick you up?”

I stamper a bit and hesitantly give him the address.  

I rest my head on the soft pillow, fluttering my eyes closed. Just for 5 minutes I think to myself…just 5 minutes.

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“Stop it Andrew! Get the out you asshole!” A quick slap was whipped upon my face. I crumple on to the floor weeping and crawl into the fetus position. When Niall opens the front door, dropping the bouquet of flowers on the ground. Stunned.

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