Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

Karla POV

On the plane ride home all I could do was cry.

The moment when I finally decided that I could trust again, that not all people were like Eddie, Niall stabbed me in the back. How typical.

I knew he was too good to be true.

On the plane I sat next to a woman, probably in her mid sixties with crimson colored hair coated in gray and white. She was not fat by any means, but a little thicker around the edges. We had been talking for a while about little things like our favorite colors and such before she asked me the hard questions.

"Honey, why are you crying?" Margret, the older woman asked me.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just let somebody hurt me without realizing it," I told her as nonchalantly as I could manage without crying

"Would you mind telling me more?" She asked me, motherly concern covering her features.

"Well I've always kinda had trust problems and as soon as I started to trust somebody, they hurt me."

"Why do you have trust issues?" She asked

me, her head tilted to the side.

Why is she being so nosy? This is none of her business.

"I just do," I said defiantly.

"I think that you may have pushed this person away because of your issues, hun. To be honest, without knowing the situation, you might have hurt them more than they hurt you."

I my body shook with anger. What gave her the right? I stayed quiet, dwelling on my anger.

After another hour of a long plane ride with lingering words in the air, she looked me in the eye and retorted, "I am not going to apologize for the truth."

"Have you ever heard of minding your own business?"

"I'm just telling it like it is."

When she asked me why I was crying I figured she was going to be nice and encourage me, when in fact she did quite the opposite.

She spit in my face.

But she was right, I probably hurt Niall more than he hurt me. He could do much better than me for sure. I'm just an ugly, untrustworthy, cruel, selfish girl who could never be good enough for a heart like his. He is better off without me, no doubt.

The plane ride continued, but was much more awkward than before. I kept silent, feeling bad for blowing up on her. She was only trying to help.

When we landed, I said thank you to Margret, the older woman, and grabbed my belongings before heading to the door.

Margret grabbed my wrist and told me, "I'm really sorry I was so short with you. You are going through a rough patch right now. I had no right to intrude."

"No, you were right. Ultimately it helped me, so thank you."

She smiled at me before disappearing into a crowd of people.

When I was inside the airport, people were pushing and shoving. Everyone was in a rush, huddling around me with cameras flashing everyone I looked. People were screaming my name. Why? I'm used to publicity being a soccer player and all, but not to this extent.

Someone grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug, almost suffocating me.

The smell was intoxicating. I would recognize that scent anywhere.

Niall.

I shoved him off of me as soon as the realization came to me.

He looked at me with hurt eyes.