Afraid//Punk Niall Horan

Chapter Six

When I woke up the next morning it was already ten and I didn't know how to get to Niall's from here. Then I found Luke still asleep so I changed and then realized I didn't have a car it was at Liam's place. I pulled my phone out and called him asking him to pick me up, and so he did.

"Last night I was at a friends house and Niall showed up. He told me to meet him at his house today at 11. I don't know if it was a dream or what." I looked at all of them.

"Ok?" Zayn didn't seem to care. He didn't really liked me for some odd reason. I personally think it was cuz Niall and me happened.

"I'll go with if that's what you're implying." Harry, raspy voice and shirtless, walked into the room. He had a bruised right rib and black eye and other several cuts and scrapes scattered throughout his torso.

"Me too." Louis raised his hand along with Liam. I looked over at Louis, he rolled his eyes and put his hand up.

"Can I actually have a moment alone with Zayn . We'll meet you guys in the car." I said looking at Zayn. They all nodded and let the house.

"What do you want." Zayn asked.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Because you took away my best friend!" He stormed off but I grabbed his jacket and pinned him to a wall.

"What's the real reason?"

"I said I wanted to ask you out, then Niall did it. So we were already sorta drifting apart but still!" His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips.

"You want to kiss me right now don't you?" I lifted an eyebrow and he nodded and brushed his lips against mine. I took a deep breath and pressed my lips to his. He grabbed my leg and lifted me against the wall.

"We shouldn't do this Zayn." I tried to push him off. He put me down raising his hands in surrender. We walked outside and drove to Niall's house.

"I'll go in alone and give you a signal if I need you guys ok." I stated as I walked to the front door.

"Be careful!" Zayn yelled. I nodded. I entered the house. It was cold.

"Hello!?" I called out. There was no response.

Then there was the sound of a pan crashing to the floor.

"Niall?" I called again. No response. I pulled out my phone and dialed Liam's number. Then I was grabbed.

"No! Stop! Let me go!" I screamed and squirmed. Then the boys busted through the front door. I was let go.

"Niall." I breathed. Looking at his face. He was all beat up. He had a busted lip and two black eyes.

"Niall." I screamed and punched him in the arm.

"Ow what the fuck!" He screamed.

"We're gonna go outside..." Louis said.

"Why would you do this to me!" I screamed.

"I didn't want to do it! I had no choice Vanessa! I did it for you! Fuck!" He ran his hand through his hair.

"Did what for me?" I backed away from him.

"Bobby said if I didn't work for him he was going to hurt you! Vanessa I fucking love you more then I've ever loved fucking anyone! I can't loose you, I've been down that road and it's fun." He sat on couch.

"What are you talk about?" I sat next to him, still keeping my distance.

"There was this girl a few years back. We loved each other. Then she was kidnapped and murdered. That's why I'm this way. I've been looking for her killer for 3 years. I'm so close I can feel it."

"Then are you with me, I'm just gonna ruin everything. You clearly still have some feelings for this girl, dead or alive."

"I love you Vanessa."

"Niall are using me?!" I screamed.

"What the fuck are you talking about!" He stood up hovering over me.

"Are you using me as bait to find her killer?" I questioned.

"Fuck no!" He screamed kneeling to get at my level. He cupped my face in his hands.

"I love you so much." He then pressed his lips that feeling I've been so longing for. He leaned me back onto the couch so he was on top.

"Niall." I breathed. He pulled away looking at me in conformation. I nodded. This probably wasn't the best time for this but what ever.

"Can we go upstairs?" I asked, causing him to pick me up. I've been craving this for a long time, a month just about. I love Niall. He's my one and only I feel.

A/N: guys I'm sorry this chapter was so short, it's been a long week.