Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18

Niall POV

Karla keeps me on my toes; on the edge of my chair.

Ever since I met Karla, she has made my mind go in circles. She is so unpredictable. Her radiant and angelic beauty draws me to her every time. Yet, she has no idea how beautiful she is, and I think that is what makes her so beautiful to me. She's not like every other girl: high heels, fancy dresses, and greedy.

Karla is different. I like that.

I continued to hold Karla close, fearing that someone might take her away from me. I kissed the top of her head gently and held my lips there. Her hair smelled like her the conditioner she brought over to my house the other night, which I loved. If I could smell her intoxicating scent all day, I would.

"Karla, what are you wanting to do tonight?" I mumbled through her hair. I figured she would not want to leave the house, but knowing her, she is full of surprises.

"Well, I figured we could go somewhere safe..I mean you did promise to take me out on an official date."

I chuckled. Only her, after just having a gun to her head would make a joke and pick on me. Full of surprises. When you fall in love, you start to love the little things.

Karla was scared to go home alone, which I fully understood. I would be afraid to go home by myself too. So, I got ready while she watched me with amusement in her eyes. She sat on my bed, still in my clothes, with a slight twinkle in her eyes while I stood in the bathroom. I would occasionally look over at her, and she would smile at the look on my face. Her brunette curls were especially crazy today and they hung rebeliously in her face. Everytime she would try and tuck her curls behind her ear, they would fall right back down again.

When we were finally on our way to her place, I noticed that every mile we got closer to her home, she would tense up more and more. She was on edge to the point she wanted to crack. She refused to look in my direction, but instead out the window. She watched the rain fall with almost to much infaturation. She worried me, as I knew that no matter how uncomfortable she was, she would never express those feelings to me out loud. She preffered to keep her feelings on the inside, where they can fester up inside her silently. I wish I could help her with the pain she is dealing with in the mind of hers. I can tell she has pain stored up in the back of her mind. Yet, I don't know what it's from or what it is.

We pulled up, and she continued to sit in the passenger seat, sunken into her seat. Debating on whether to get out or not, she looked at me with relying eyes. There was fear, overwhelming fear in her that anyone could sense. Understandably so.

I remained sitting there, uncomfortable with her gaze. What was she thinking? What was she feeling?

She finally mustered up the courage to step out of my Mercedes and into the pouring rain. Shocked by her sudden movement, I sat there for a few more seconds before joining her in the cold. The mud was soft where I stood, but I could not stand there long without sinking in. I ran toward Karla with freezing fingers. Although I have always been subject to the cold, I rue the cold and ice with everything I am. I prefer warm or at least brisk air, not death in the form of the wind.

As we stepped into her flat, I noticed her body start to relax after she took off both her coat and shoes. She looked frantically around her home, searching for an assassin who might be lurking around the corners of her home.

When I rested my hand on her shoulder, ever so gently, she grabbed my wrist and spun me around before slamming on the cold hard carpet that lied on her living room floor. Surprised, I lied there staring at the pale white ceiling, too shocked to move. In hindsight, I should have known she would react like that. I mean,seriously, this is Karla I'm talking about.

I started to slowly rise my upper half of my body, attempting to stand by her before I noticed an extreme pain in my ribs. It felt like someone was stabbing a knife through my chest. I fell back down onto my back quicker than I fell the first time. Lying in defeat, I let out a groan.

Obviously just now realizing what she done, which I don't understand why it took so long to realize something like that, she kneeled beside me, repeating apologizes more times than anyone could count.

Still, speechless, I laid with my back still on her floor, not able to react to her words. She helped me to my feet feverishly.

I sat on her coach, still not fully aware of my surroundings, but on my ribs. They burned with more of a passion than I had ever felt before.

When she was finally ready, I didn't notice her behind me until she sat next to me on her navy couch. Looking guiltily into my eyes she said,"Niall, I'm sorry. If I had known it was you, I never would have done that. I thought you were Ali. Niall, I'm so sorry."

I got up, nodded my head before replying,"Its fine, Kar. It really is." Just by saying that small little phrase, I had no more air inside my lungs.

She remained sitting on her couch, looking hesitantly at me. She had on a turquoise knitted sweater with a long sleeved whit shirt underneath. She wore jeans that from where she was sitting, that looked like it fit her in all the right places. She wore her traditional brown Ugg boots with socks that went above the top of them. Her curly hair rested in perfect curls that rested passed her shoulders. Her curls have always been one of my favorite things about her. Although she hated them, they make her unique.

She got up cautiously, not worried about there being other people in her house, but fully focused on me. She clumsily made her way to my black Mercedes, most likely thinking I am upset with her. Which, in reality, I am kind of upset. I am not upset about she reacted, which I fully understood, but I am upset how much it my ribs hurt. Not a good way to start a date.

Although both Karla and I hate cliches, I decided there had been enough excitement before the date to hardly be considered cliche. So, we went to the cinema. I figured something calm would be exactly what both of us needed. We went to see a romantic comedy that had been nominated for a Grammy already.

At one point in the movie, the main character went away in the army and had to leave the girl he was falling in love with. It reminded me of Karla and I when I will have to leave for tour. Although there isn't much of a worry of me not coming home to her, there is still the painful amount of time we would have to be apart. I started to slowly tear up, then before I could stop them, the tears were flowing freely from my eyes. Noticing this, Karla cuddled closer to me and looked up at me adoringly.

"I love you," she whispered.

Through my tears, I managed to whisper back at her, "I love you too, princess."

She leaned up and gingerly graced my lips. I missed her lips more than I had realized. I eagerly pressed my lips more firmly into hers, refusing to let them go. I aggressively pushed the back of her head, making her lips press harder into mine. All I could feel was her. Only her. There was nothing around me. She was all I could feel; all I could see. I wanted more of here. I grabbed a hand full of her shirt, and held my hand there, trying to pull it off. She jerked my hand away, though. Greedily, I grabbed it again with the same result as before. I used one of my hands to try and hold her wrists together so she couldn't resist. Yet, her strength impressed me and she jerked away to look me in the eyes.

"Not here, Niall," she said firmness on the edge of her voice.

Looking around I noticed people were starring at us, obviously seeing a scene.

So, looking down at my lower half of me, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the cinema.