I Won't Give Up (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Alone

Author's note: gahhhhh! I'm sorry for taking so long! I've just been really busy! I quit watching the Super Bowl so I could update! Ha. Anyways, here you guys go! I promise more this upcoming weekend!

Natalie's POV

The boys had to go to their sound check and I'm still ridiculously sick. Being in a hotel room all alone is the most annoying thing ever. There's not even the sound of the screaming fans at the end of the hall. They've all went to the arena or home or wherever they wanted to go.

I guess I could get on twitter. I grabbed my laptop and logged on. I hadn't really been on much since I had been trying to spend most of my time with Nialler. I went to my mentions and started to scroll through them. Most of them were nice. A few people asked for a follow so I followed them back. There were still quite a few rude comments, but the boys taught me how to ignore them. Finally, the accusations of me cutting myself had stopped. Well, mostly.

Niall's POV

"Hey boys, I'm gonna go call Nat really quick."

I dialed her number as I walked towards a vacant hallway. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Hey babe."

"Hey lass. You feeling any better?"

"Not really. I hate that I have to miss the concert tonight."

"Don't worry about it. There'll be plenty of other concerts."

"Well, don't have too much fun without me."

"I'll try not to lass."

"Alright. I'm going to get off here. I think I'm going to try to get some sleep. I probably won't have any success, but it's worth a shot. Bye Nialler."

"Bye lass. Love you."

"Love you too."

We hung up the phone and I went on stage. I just kind of rolled through the motions of the concert. I was worried about her.

Natalie's POV

Being alone usually leads me to thinking. Today, I could tell my thoughts were probably going to be more negative since I was sick. I started off with nice things like when me and Niall started writing letters back and forth. A few things made me cry, but it was because I was happy for those moments. After about two hours, my thoughts led to those dreadful days... Our break up and the lonely anniversary that shortly followed. Yeah, the breakup killed me, but that first anniversary with out Niall... It was rally hard. I never left my room. I cried all day. Everyone was so worried about me, but I couldn't help it. I lost the only person I ever loved... I felt like there was no one there. I remember telling myself so many negative things.

"I'll never be happy again. I'm never going to find someone to love me like that. I'm always going to be alone."

As soon as I heard Niall's voice utter the same sentences I had once told myself, I realized I was thinking out loud...

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked feeling suddenly self conscious.

I shouldn't around Niall, but some of those thoughts would boost his ego way too high... Like when he was shirtless and looked so good and well..um..yeah...

"Ever since you talked about the break up and that damn lonely anniversary. I felt the same way Princess. Nothing could change my mind. I was set on getting you back."

I blushed, not only because of the sweetness in his words, but also because of my previous thoughts that he hadn't heard.

"Well Mr. Horan, you did a pretty good job. How was the concert?"

"Same as it always is, except you weren't there so I just kind of rolled through everything. I was worried about you. Feeling any better?"

"Quite a bit actually. Just exhausted."

"Well, how about this? You lemme get a shower and we'll watch a movie together. Sund good?"

"Sounds great Nialler.

"Give me 20 minutes?"

"Can do Mr. Horan Sir."

Niall's POV

I laughed and grabbed some clothes. I hopped into the small shower and after about five minutes I heard a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

"It's Nat. Can I come in and change really quick?"

" 'course. Door's unlocked."

The door knob twisted and I immediately heard clothes drop. Was she like waiting outside the door naked or something? I'd be completely okay with that, but still. Haha. I couldn't fight the urge, but what teenaged boy can? I quickly peeked around the shower curtain. To my disadvantage she heard me after like five seconds because I almost fell due to how I was standing. She simply rolled her eyes and laughed. She was being so casual about it. It was like she didn't care.

"Happy now Nialler?"

"Yep." I said as I continued my shower.

I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and turned the water off. I grabbed my towel and secured it around my waist before I stepped out.

"Peeping Tom." She said with a grin playing on her lips.

I realized she was wearing her knickers with my black and grey jumper. It was almost like a dress on her.

"I couldn't help it!"

I walked over to her, putting my hands on her sides, pulling her closer to me.

"You're just so beautiful and I've always been the more curious one." I said with a wink.

She giggled at me.

"And you've been extra curious about other things since you were 13."

I blushed a little bit as she began to brush her teeth. She's never gonna let me live that one down. I took the towel off of my waist to dry my hair and threw in some boxers. I joined her in front of the sink and she handed me the toothpaste. As I brushed my teeth I hummed "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt.

"I recognized that song. What was it?" She said as we made our way back to the main part of our hotel room.

"You're Beautiful by James Blunt."

"I love that song!"

"You should." I said and winked at her.

She blushed and motioned me over towards the bed. I put in a random movie and walked over to her. I crawled into the bed first and lifted up the covers for her to crawl underneath. She curled up into my bare chest as I intertwined the fingers on our left hands and pulled her closer to me with my right hand. We stayed up for another 30 minutes or so talking about anything and everything. We both eventually drifted off and let the dark take over the room. She was in my arms and I was the happiest boy alive. <3