With Love, N.J.H

Chapter 1

~* One Month Earlier~*

"Niall, no, please! Don't leave me." I scream clinging on to him as he had his strong arms enveloping me. Fresh tears washing over my already stained cheeks. Niall Horan was touring in New York when I met him gaping at the skyscrapers.One look and I knew who he was. I'm a New York girl born and raised. I don't fall in love easy. My heart is as tough as the concrete pavements in this city which keeps the skyscrapers together. But one look at the lovely blonde boy with beautiful blue eyes melted this concrete heart.  Niall Horan  was a celebrity, infact my favourite boy from One Direction. I was always a One Direction fan. But the minute I looked at him in flesh and bones and not on a screen, a feeling overtook me. Fuzzy and warm. I felt like I was on top of the world. I felt like I could conquer the world. But only if he was with me. 

It was called love.

He felt the same way.

Niall held me in his arms the dim light of our tiny hideout blazing over his beautiful face. Crystal tears were forming in his blue eyes making them sparkle. We were forced into keeping each other a secrets because of circumstances like paparazzi and crazed fans. I didn't mind flashing cameras and rude comments but Niall would not tolerate one bit of it. So he decided to hide me away from the rest of the world. This little hideout at the back of my basement was our only sanctuary of peace, where we could, eventhough it was so crammed and dirty and dark, be happy. We met here every single day and here in this small bricked up room we talked and we laughed and now we cried. He was so amazing. He made the cruel world seem like a better place. He loved me. 

And I've never been loved.

Being told that I was beautiful and feeling like I meant something to someone bought unexplainable euphoria in me. But the world can be crueler than one can imagine sometimes. 

Niall was going back to the UK the very next day. I knew this day would come eventually and that he wouldn't be touring forever but  it just happened so fast.

He held my face in his hands and told me I had the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen. He knew I hated my face but yet he would never fail to compliment it., no matter what situation. His lips were creations of God. Sometimes if I close my eyes I can still feel his angelic touches. He wiped my tears with his thumb. "I don't have a choice,love. We're gonna make it through this somehow, alright? There's too much evil in this world and I will not expose you to it Safirah. You have done things to my heart that no other girl ever has. And we're gonna get through with this. You know why, because I love you." he whispers in his hoarse Irish accent.  He presses his lips against mine one last time, savouring the taste of his lips. He looks deep into my eyes and then dashes off. I watch as the shadows of the cold December night swallowed him. I could see him running on the dark ashpalt but he turned to my direction one more time and puts a two fingers over his heart. It was our secret sign of saying. "This love belongs to us." And then the world pulled him away from me.

 

 

 

PS: guys is my fanfic any good? 

I know I just started but please please leave comments to let me know if I should carry on and update it :3 or if I should just forget about it :P