Forever and Ever (A Niall Horan fan-fiction)

Chapter 7

"Wait, what?"

"You. Are. Trending. On. Twitter. And there is a video of Niall Horan talking to you during a show. WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT. AND THAT THEY JUST SO HAPPEN TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE?!"

"Amy. calm down. Heidi had tickets. I didn't even know who they were. They are staying in the condo above ours at the resort we're at. That's how I know them. And that's how Niall knew my name."

"OH MY GOD DO I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS." she said to me.

"It's not that big of a-"

"Malea, we have to go back out there in a minute, you're more than welcome to stay her if you want.!" Zayn came over and said to me.

"Hold on Amy." I said into the phone.

"OH MY GOD IS THAT ZAYN?" the girl on the other end of the line screamed.

"Thanks Zayn, only should be a few more minutes, Where's Heidi?" I asked the dark haired boy.

When I said her name, he got the biggest grin on his face. "Over there, laying down on the couch." He told me, pointing to the piece of furniture on the other side of the spacious room.

"Okay. And don't think I didn't see the way your eyes lit up and that smile when you said that." I replied to him as he was running away to catch up with the other boys so they could continue on with the concert.

I found myself sad that I never got to talk to Niall. wait, what am I saying. He's the reason I am trending on twitter right now. probably being bombarded with hate.

"HELLO." Shit. Amy.

"Sorry. Where were we."

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After I had gotten off the phone with Amy, I decided to stay in the dressing room until the end of the concert. And you best believe, Amy was pissed at what some of the fans were saying about me on twitter. I didn't even want to log on and see what they had at say. Amy had told me the majority of them were calling me a slut, and that I was sleeping with them all, and that's why they had me go back stage, for a quickie. When she told me that. I broke down and started crying. I was nothing that those girls were saying. I don't want people to think of me like that. I'm still a fucking virgin. And the fact that Liam and Louis have long time girlfriends. And Zayn and Harry aren't my type. And Niall I barely know. Hell I barely know any of them. And thinking about that makes me cry even more.

Heidi had been sleeping for like 10 minutes now, and didn't catch me crying. Though she will soon. The boys concert should be over. Shit. Right when I tried to get up, 5 guys came back in sweating. I tried wiping away the tears that had streamed down my face. But it was no use. They had seen me.

"Malea whats wrong?" Niall asked worried. He was the first one to me. Kind of like the night in shining armor to my rescue.

I couldn't speak. I logged onto my twitter, pulled up my mentions. And gave him my phone. My eyes were tearing up still. And I looked at him and all the other boys had gathered around Niall reading through the hate. Niall's eyes got big, then he scooted over to me and gave me a hug. I couldn't help but forget everything that was going on and hug him back. Being in his arms felt like nothing I've felt before. It felt right. But how? I've only just met him the other day. I will never know. But it just does.

"I am so sorry." He whispered in my ear, hugging me tighter. The sincerity in his voice was overwhelming. He truly was sorry. ?And not just for what the fans were saying. I knew he was apologizing for what he did earlier. What caused all of this. It's crazy to think the fans can get this aggressive over him simply talking to me and inviting me backstage. I don't get it.

I immediately started crying again, into Nialls shoulder. I was eventually snuggled up on him. And I fit perfectly.

"Don't believe a word any of them say. None of it is true. You're beautiful, and definitely not a slut, or whore or any of those things they were saying. " he told me. He was drawing circles in the bottom of my back with one of his hands and wiping my tears with the other. It was like we were in our own little world.

"I know I'm not, I just don't want anyone to think I am." I had managed to get that out. "I don't understand why they would say any of those things."

"They're jealous Malea. It's all jealousy. They don't know you."

"Neither do you. But you're being so kind to me. Why?" I asked the blue eyed boy. I hadn't noticed that all of the other boys and Heidi were gone. And we were in the dressing room alone. I don't care, nor mind at all. I like being with Niall. Even if I am crying to him. He's listening. That's what I was beginning to love about him. He listened to me. And made me feel better.

"It's something about you. I honestly can't explain it. You intrigue me Malea. I want you to know from now on. I'll always be here for you. No matter what. I care about you. I will make the hate stop. You don't deserve it, it's my fault." He said to me. The last part faded into a whisper.

"Thank you Niall... That means a lot." I whispered to him.

"Where did they all go?" I asked, breaking the silence we were in. Though I didn't mind the silence I just wanted to know where the hell those guys took my cousin.

"Probably back to the condo. I told them to go on ahead, I wanted to stay here with you."

"You didn't have to Niall. They're your friends." I stated wiping my face free from any left over make up.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." He said with a smile.

Just then, I realized, I care about him a lot more than I initially thought. And I think, hell I hope he feels the same way.  He's just seen me at my worst, and still wants to talk to me. That's remarkable. I didn't like when people saw me cry. But with him it didnt matter.

And what scared me was the fact that I just met him and I am already feeling all of this towards him.

This has never happened before. I want to get to know him better.

I need to get to know him better.