Forever and Ever (A Niall Horan fan-fiction)

Chapter 8

"What the hell happened?" Heidi asked me.

"Zayn woke me up and told me to stay quiet and that you were crying and Niall was fixing it, then we left. What the hell was he fixing?" she worriedly asked again.

"Amy called me while we were in the dressing room and told me that I was trending on twitter. Then she told me what their fans were saying about me." And by now I was trying to keep myself from crying again.. " They were calling me a slut, and they the boys called me backstage to have a quickie." And my efforts weren't working.

"Oh my god, Malea... I'm so sorry." She soothed, giving me a hug.

Niall had just brought me back to the condo in the car Heidi and I took. Luckily I told Heidi to give me the keys before the concert to keep them in my bag. I knew she'd loose them. And The boys and her had taken their van back here. Niall and I ended up being booted out of the venue by the owner. I didn't want to leave his side. He was being so kind to me, telling me that im beautiful, and the girls were only saying that because their jealous and behind a computer they think its okay to say those things. I honestly love his company, And how can you stay mad at a boy that tells you your beautiful after only knowing you for a day and who has big ocean blue eyes that stare into your soul. And his smile, that beautiful imperfect smile and the way his hair looks when he runs his fingers through it is so adorable.

"Malea. Hello?!" Heidi asked loudly while waving her hand in my face.

"What sorry." I said, while whacking her hand out of my face and wiping away and stray tears.

"I said, Zayn just texted me and asked if you were okay enough to come up and hang out." she inquired.

I couldn't help but smile. Her and Zayn really hit it off. "Oh so you and Zayn text now?" I said to her with a wink.

"Yeah, he asked for my number on the way back from the venue. I had to ride with them, I couldn't find my keys. Thank god you had them." she said back. "So are you up to go hang out?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay. Let's go. I just need to tell my mom." I told the brunette.

"Don't worry about it, her and my mom went out for drinks. You'll be fine." she replied to me.

"Oh jeez. They'll be getting it with some young guys at the bar. For sure."

We joked as we walked out the door and to the elevator.

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"WELCOME TO THE PARTY CASA" Louis yelled with his arms in the air as he answered the door.

"AYYYYE, WHERE THE BOOES AT?" Heidi yelled equally as loud and her and Louis went arm and arm through to where I assume is the kitchen.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. I kinda wanted Niall to answer the door. Is it bad that I miss his company? And it's not even been an hour since I last saw him?

"Hey there stranger." His voice broke me out of my day dream. And he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I held him back tighter.

"Hey, whats wrong?" He soothes in my ear, in response to my tight grasp on him.

"Nothing, I just missed you a little." I said stepping back and poking him in the stomach.

"I am irresistible aren't I?" He replied while whipping his hair and looking off into the distance,

"Oh, shut up," I rolled my eyes, and we walked into the spacious living room, it had 3 couches in the shape of a U in front of a flat screen t.v , the room also had an open fireplace under the t.v and a balcony on the far wall, The kitchen was separated from the living room by a bar. Not bad.

"Hey Malea!" Liam and Harry say in unison. Louis Heidi and Zayn are at the bar drinking kinky. Heidi's favorite.

"Hey guys," I say with a small wave. Niall leaves my side and takes a seat next to Harry on one of the couches and props his feet on the coffee table. Liam calls me over to sit by him, so I oblige.

"Hey, I'm really sorry for all the things our fans are saying, You don't deserve it." He tells me, then embraces me in a hug. I cant help but look over at Niall and I saw him almost tense at what Liam was doing. I drew back, and Niall smirked and went back to talking to Harry.

"Thank you Liam...Why aren't you drinking with the other guys?" asked. looking around and noticing everybody had a drink in their hands except for him.

"I uh, I've only got one working kidney, I have to take it easy on my body, which means no alcohol for me." he told me with a shrug.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know." I replied. "Yeah, I'm not a big drinker, I don' quite see the point in it. All it seems to do is put your mind in a state of ignorance, which leads to you doing stupid stuff.. And I need to shut up." I said with a half laugh, half sigh at the end and a smirk.

"No its okay, I understand completely. I just wish I could do things that a normal lad my age does. Expierience what it's like to get pissed and make mistakes." He said, with a hint of regret. Which left me even more confused.

"Pissed, as in angry? Why on earth would you ant to do that!" I exclaimed to him. And he laughed. Did I say something funny?

"No, Mal, pissed as in drunk." He explained still laughing.

"OH, shit faced." I said pointing at him.

"Yes, Mal, shit faced." He replied satisfied.

I slowly stopped laughing and turned to him. "You called me Mal." He looked at me confused.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize I did." He apologized, worry in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile at him.

"No, it's fine. My dad used to call me Mal. That's all." I said to him, he still looked wirried that he crossed a line so i reached for his hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"Used to?" He asks.

"Yeah, he passed away when I was 14." I replied to him, looking down at my hands.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." he soothed. He started rubbing my back in a friendly manner comforting me, sensing my discomfort in the conversation.

"No, it's okay, you didn't know." I tried to tell him. Not even noticing how Niall was staring at us talking, Almost how a lioness looks at any threat to her cubs. It comforts me to know that he's jealous when I talk to Liam. But what can I say. Liam's really easy to talk to. And he already knows more than I told Niall.

I like talking to Liam.