Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Karla POV

I was minding my own business, trying to go home, but as usual there was a drunk guy trying to get me in his bed.

"Hey, babe. Why you out here alone when you could be with a real man tonight. I can make you forget about all your troubles," he said sexually, trying his best to seduce me. Too bad I have already seen it all.

When I rejected him several times but each time he became more persistent.

"Seriously, leave me alone you good for nothing creep. Call me when you get a life. I can do better than you if I so choose!" I screamed at him, turning away swiftly, trying to escape.

But instead of a glorious escape, he grabbed my wrist and turned me so I faced him. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Look here, you little slut. We are going to have sex tonight whether you are conscious...or not. So I would say being conscious is a little better, huh?" He said maliciously.

"I flicked my wrist with enough force to break free, but then he hit me with a hard blow to the back of my head.

I screamed and punched him in his mouth, making a consistent amount of red liquid come form it. I tried my best to run away, but he would always try and push me down to the ground again. Finally, he hit me hard with a left hook in my temple and I saw my surroundings start to go dark.

I thought I was going to be raped or worse. Dead. But that is when I saw the shadow of someone running towards him and knocking him to the ground. A few moments after that I felt soft, gentle hands try and comfort me. After that, I cannot remember a thing. I was gone.

When I opened my eyes again I was immersed in white. White walls, white ground, white gown.

"I am in the hospital."

"Yes you are."

I shot up. I had pain shoot through my entire body. How did I fail to notice there was another person in my hospital room?

Blonde hair. Daring blue eyes.

Great. Just great. Can I ever get away from him? Can I ever run away from these feelings and emotions.

Obviously not.

I just looked at him, unable to say anything. He just took my breath away.

"Hey, um, you got into a fight and I well.." He scratched his head. "Ran to help you," he said not able to look me in the eye.

"Well, thanks," I said to him nonchalantly.

"No problem. I heard you scream for help."

"Wait, you heard me? Were you stalking me?" I asked him frantically. I did not think he was that kind of guy. He seemed like a sweet and charming kind of guy, not a black trench coat and van kind of guy.

"No, we were watching the game on my friend's tell." He looked guilty though.

"Ok, can I ask you a question?" I asked him.

"Sure, of course," he told me, a full-out smile playing on his lips. Oh, that smile.

"Why are you still here?"

"Is it a bad thing to care about you and make sure you're okay?" He questioned, his eyebrows raised in wonder.

"Normally, yes. You might end up falling in love."

"Maybe that's not such a bad thing."