It was you, only you. I Niall Fanfic I

Chapter Eleven

Flashback

“Ew. It’s Claire Stevens!”

“Awww Claire bear is all alone. LOSER!”

I turn into a complete circle. Looking at each attackers face. Short brown hair with hazy eyes, frizzy red hair with fair skin, short blonde hair with pouty lips and a dark blonde and brown boy with bright blue eyes.

“What do you use as shampoo? Bleach? EW!” Their cackles fill the hallways. I walk backwards as they form a single line into the metal lockers. High school is hell.

“This is for not keeping your mouth shut!” The frizzy red hair starts attacking me. I fall to the ground and shield my face with my hands.

I whimper in pain for them to stop. They just holla her on as the red head climbs on top of me, both her knees on both my hips, pinning me down.

I scream for help. Nobody’s going to be here after school hours. Each hit strikes me as hard as the next. My hand. I can’t move my hand! I look around, each teen is just laughing. Except the blonde...

“HEY YOU KIDS GET OUT OF HERE! MOVE ON!” Thank god.

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Flashback end

“Claire. Claire!” I open my eyes exposing them to the bright sunlight. Niall stands next to my hospital bed. Looking terrified.

“Are you okay? You were tossing, turning and groaning. I was going to call a nurse.” I notice his blue cast slung in front of his body but don’t mention it.

Instead of answering I lift my right sleeve of my gown up and expose a scar. The scar the red head left cruelly on my body. I stare intently up at Niall’s face knowing he knew how I got it.

“I can explain.” He said fumbling with him hair.

“Go on. Explain.” Still staring at him annoyed.

“Before One Direction. Before I saw you in the hotel. We went to the same High school. I was a part of the populars and they weren’t nice. I was against every fight and piece of gossip they spread, but I needed to be in that group…I wanted to be accepted. I was the boy with the crooked teeth and could play the guitar but when I was with the populars it didn’t matter.

I feel so betrayed and annoyed that he wanted to be accepted. He was so perfect.

“I remember when they did that to you. I felt like I couldn’t do anything. I feel like such a jerk for not helping you. That’s why when you got knocked over at the airport. I wanted to save you because I didn’t do it last time when it mattered. Claire, I am so sorry.” Tears starting falling from his eyes, he reached for my hands but I pull away.

“Claire, I’m sorry. Claire I love you.”

I rub my eyes and look at him.

“So you chose to be popular over a girl getting beaten? High School was horrible for me.” I scoff.

“Niall you don’t know how perfect you are. I love you whether you have crooked teeth or not. I think we need some space.” I pinch the sides of my nose.

Niall nods and lifts my chin up, kisses me and leaves.