Hulk Horan /Book 2 in The Scifi Series (A Niall Horan fanfic)

13 - Shoe Shopping and a bit of mayhem

Sorry for the long wait guys. :( So many things came up, but hopefully a longer chap will make up for it :)

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Katie-

Swiftly, I jog up his driveway and give a hard knock on the door. Only a few minutes go by until the door swings open.

Behind it was an older man, the same one that Niall came with to Aiden's house. No doubt it was his father.

His arms cross over themselves with his eyebrows quirked up in suspicion as he examines me.

I clear my throat and give a smile, uttering, "I'm a friend of Niall's."

His eyes widen in realization, "Oh right," He nods, "you were at Frank's home."

I return the nod, but internally my heart was pounding in my chest. Niall was in there, ill; and here I was casually talking to his dad.

"My name is Katie," I blurt out quickly, then I glance back into the house before making eyecontact with him again. "It's um, nice to see you again."

"Robert." He introduces, then steps aside. "Come on in."

A gasp escapes my lips as I walk in. With my mind so distracted outside, I hadn't even noticed that Niall's home was a mansion.

It was enormous. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling and the marble floor seems to run forever. Never had I been in such a luxorious house. Aiden's house was fancy, but this was bigger.

I shake my head to myself. Niall is somewhere in this house, very sickly, while I'm here selfishly admiring his home.

"Could you tell me where Niall is?" I ask, trying to hide the panick in my voice.

Robert hums with a smile attached to his face and reveals, "He should be upstairs, in the first bedroom on the right."

Without another word to his dad, I take the first stairwell I see. I go to his door and frantically push it open.

Just twenty feet away from me, the blonde man stands by the window. His attention was directed outside, seeming to be fascinated on whatever it was. But his hand grips onto his side while his body slightly leaned over.

"Niall?" I call out, mainly to alert him I was standing in his room.

I see his blue eyes glance over his shoulder, before he turns himself fully around. Feeling relief flood my system, I run over and wrap my arms around his toned body.

Clearly he's shocked by my actions, as I feel his body tense up. But slowly, Niall puts his arm securely around my waist.

"I was so worried." I breathe out, slightly shaking my head.

He sighs, then whispers to me, "Sorry about that."

Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable like this, I try to step away. But his arm remains locked around me. I look up into his blue eyes and they give me a saddened look.

"Don't leave me." Niall desperately says with a crack in his voice.

Beads of sweat drip down his face and short breaths come from his mouth. He was stressed, but more so scared.

It feels like my heart ripped in half as I look over his condition. At the moment, he seemed like nothing but a little broken child.

Something was disturbing him, and I couldn't tell what it was. Moved with sympathy, I wrap my arms back around his torso, just like he wanted. The way he held me felt like he truly cared for me...a girl that he's barely even known a week.