Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

Niall POV

I feel like all me and Karla do is fight anymore. She's been gone for six and a half months and she didn't even want to hug me.

She didn't even want to look me in the eye.

I understand why she would be a little fumed about the conversation we had on the phone. But the fight didn't last long because we apologized to each other and went on our way. She refused to answer my phone calls.

This just wasn't like her.

I always thought she was different. That's why I fell in love with her. I thought she was different.

But she isn't.

Why did she think she had to hurt me? What did I do to deserve this?

I even announced how much I loved her at my concert that I knew she wasn't going to be at. It was worth a try.

She says she loves me, but secretly she hated me.

The only thing I wanted was her back.

In order to watch the game Karla had tonight, I turned on the black and white flat screen TV that hung on my wall. I grabbed the popcorn and some BudLight before sitting and watching. I snuggled myself comfortably and watched a few minutes of the game before I shot up with an idea.

I sat down my beer without even taken a sip yet and put my black coat on with my blue and white Adidas shoes. I grabbed a blanket and a hat to put on later.

As I walked out into the brisk cold air, I felt myself shiver from the wind. I got into my black Mercury car and drove off into the distance, slowly separating between me and my place.

Thankfully the game had just started when I arrived and they had tons of seats left thanks to the weather.

I looked around noticing the shivering fans seating in the stands covered in blankets, thick coats, and hats. They were huddling and doing whatever they could to stay warm. The grass in itself was covered in frost down on the field.

I sat down into my seat and it felt like ice. I threw a blanket around my waist and a hat on my head when I saw several bright lights. I shut my eyes in utter shock and when I opened them again, I saw more lights join them, several bodies touching mine.

"Niall! Niall! I love you!" Someone shrieked, piercing my eardrums. Even though I heard their voice, I could not see them with all the flash consuming my sight.

"Thanks, I love you too," I did not say it intimately so I hoped she didn't take it that way.

I love the fans with everything I am even though they can be really scary sometimes. Especially the really young ones who are perverted in their way of thinking. Those fans make me nervous.

I heard more girls shriek..at least I hope they were girls. I found there was some boys who were infatuated with us, which kind of creeped me out, but then again I feel very flattered. Although I won't ever swing that way, it's nice to know that they enjoy our...voices. Hopefully our voices.

I tried my best to push through the people in order to watch the game but it was no use. The people crowded me making me hyperventilate.

Dizzy and disoriented I stumble past the crowd of people in order to take a seat somewhere else. Why didn't I bring my bodyguard?

Because I wasn't thinking. Karla has always done that to me.

After a game of immensely cold weather and surroundings, I went to where the Ireland Women soccer team's fans were supposed to go in order to get a signature from one of the players. Normally Karla, the star forward, and the star midfielder were the only ones who stayed behind to sign things.

While she had her head down efficiently writing something I stood in front of her so she would be able to see me out of her peripheral vision.

Although she didn't look up, I saw her pause her writing with a shocked look on her face.

Knowing she couldn't sign a poster all day, I stood there and waited for her to give the poster back to her fan. Not surprisingly, as soon as she handed it back, she completely ignored me, not even looking me in the eye, and moved on to another fan.

"Karla. You can't ignore me forever."

She moved on past me for several mornings until she slumped her shoulders, put her hands to her side and gave me a look of questioning.

She grabbed me by my elbow and pulled my to the side, out of earshot of everyone around us.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?"

"Can I not come watch you play? That is how we met you know." I paused before continuing," why are you upset with me now?" I made an emphasis on the now, resulting in Karla looking hurt before she turned angry.

"What do you mean now?" She made an emphasis on the now. She continued,"You broke up with me!" She yelled quietly, trying to not alert anyone.

"What are you talking about?"

"I got a text when I was in Chad telling me you wanted to break up. You can't tell me you do t know about that."

"I don't. I promise you. I may be low and the worst guy in the world for you. I don't deserve you at all, Karla. I'm sorry for that, but, no matter how low I am, I would never break your heart like that. Babe, I love you. I would do anything for you."

She had shock plastered on her face. "Oh? Then how come I got a text saying so? Did it just magically appear in my phone?"

"I promise I didn't send it."

"Whatever, Niall. Have a good life."

She walked away and went back to sign things again, but I grabbed her wrist, whipping her back around and making her look into my eyes.

"I'm not done yet. I came here because I love you with all my heart. No matter how many fights we get in, the only thing in my heart will always be you. You're the only thing that matters to me. Please, don't leave. Believe me when I say I didn't send it. I don't know who did, the only thing I know is it wasn't me."

"Niall I-"

I cut her off with a kiss on the lips, so hard I could feel the shock in her lips. When she started to loosen up I felt her stiffen again when we felt several bright lights surrounding us. When she backed away she tried to catch her breath but she started to hyperventilate as soon as she was crowded with questions and flashing cameras.

She hit the ground, passed out.