Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Niall POV

"Niall, you can't just do that in the middle of the cinema! Your fans and poparazzi could be watching."

"Everyone already knows you're my girlfriend."

She looked me frustrated. The dark, night sky did well in hiding the fire burning in her features. Yet, I knew her well enough to know the fury was there.

I held my breath, waiting for her fury to explode through her words and not just her pale features. Her green eyes were twinkling with water, yet she tried so hard to blink the tears away. Why would she be crying?

"You don't get it do you?" She whispered innocently.

"No, Karla. I don't. What's wrong, babe?"

"Your so called fans post cruel words to me. They are attacking me on Twitter and everywhere else. I can't go anywhere without being made fun of." She looked away quickly.

I was shocked. I had no idea. How could I be so naive? How could my fans do this to her? She never deserved hate from anyone...especially my fans.

Yet, she never seemed to be the type that would be upset about something like that. Crying? Karla? I never would have pictured such a scene.

"I'm so sorry, love. I had no idea. Let me just post something about-"

"No! Niall, that will only make it worse. I just...I just..you wouldn't understand."

"Try me. I bet I would understand more than you think. You can tell me anything."

She paused, refusing to look me in the eyes. "I'm sure I can, Niall. But I really don't want to talk about it. I think it would be better if I walk home. I just...need time to think."

"Karla that's probably not-"

"No matter what you say, it isn't going to change my mind. I'll see you soon, okay? My flat isn't far away. I'll be fine."

With that, she walked away, still refusing to look me in the eye. I didn't do anything wrong, yet she is upset with me, or so it seems.

I watch her walk down the main drag until the shadows completely consume her athletically built body. Her shoulders rise, trying her best to keep her confidence high as she strode away from me. She walked much more quickly than I would have liked. She was making me nervous. Sure, Karla could defend herself, but I would rather be there to defend her.

Although I can't protect her from everything that lurks in the darkness, I can always try.

~Karla POV

I frantically wiped my tears that were running down my pale face, hoping, with everything I had, Niall didn't see them. It's hard to pretend to be tough. I act so strong, but deep down I just want to have someone hold me and tell me that everything is going to be alright. I try my best to forget my past; to block out the painful memories that haunt the shadows of my mind, yet, they lurk there no matter how many times I try and blink them away.

Walking in the darkness, I was consumed almost completely by my thoughts. So consumed, actually that I failed to notice the steps that were loudly pacing behind me until it was too late. Pinned to the ground of the concrete, I tried my best to scream, but as soon as I opened my mouth I felt a sting on my left cheek. I'd been slapped before I could even let out my cry for help.

I was unable to move. With every struggle, I would feel new pain somewhere else in my body. There was obviously several people attacking me, as I could probably take the punishment if it was only one attacker.

I stopped struggling after a blow to my rib cage. Flooding my mind with Niall. I shouldn't have left him, but this pain felt much better than telling him what he was looking for. My past. My memories. Things he had no business knowing.

After the realization, my body started to relax. No one is allowed to know those kinds of things about me. Too sensitive. Too much emotion.

From the way the pressure was laid out on my back, there was someone much larger than I on my back, close to my neck, and someone holding my legs with their arm. If I wanted to, this could be a very easy hold to get out of. Yet, with every attempt at a struggle, I could be more than injured. I would not want to provoke my attackers in any way that could do more than injure me.

I made my self limp, showing my utter defeat. I stayed on my guard, though. I was being lifted into what looked like a large van. A dark purple blindfold covered my eyes. I never go down without a fight.

Or so I thought.

Then, I heard glass shatter and blood rush down my cheeks. The pain was unbearable and was not shocked, but relieved when my surroundings faded slowly until complete darkness consumed me. Just before the darkness came though, I felt my pant leg being pulled down and my shirt coming over my head. That part bothered me, but I had no control of my body.

Not only was I being raped, but I might die as well.

When my eyes fluttered open, I felt a breeze come over me. I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't move in the least. Every part of my body was numb. Even my eyes stung to keep open. When my back landed back on the ground, I noticed a bland taste in my mouth. Most likely dirt or mud.

I searched around me with nothing but my eyes to see nothing but grass. There were flowers around me, engulfing me in the green. There were droplets of scarlet lingering on the tips of the grass.

I was incapable of feeling much. My eyes were distant,and my head was spinning. The dirt in my mouth intensified, but I couldn't spit it out no matter how hard I tried.

Am I going to die out here alone?

As I felt my eyelids get heavy, I allowed myself to be carried off into another sleep.

Once again fluttering my eyes, I woke up somewhere new. Surrounded in cream colored walls, I was covered in ice packs, heating pads, and my fresh skin covered in bandages.

Hearing a deep voice, I perked up feeling a shooting pain through every part of my body. A hand rested my shoulder, leaving me wanting so badly to shake off his touch.

"Karla, love. It's okay," someone said to me in a deep British accent. I had no idea who this person was, but if I could, I would punch him in the throat.

I remained silent, not fully trusting words to be able to flow from my mouth. The couch I laid on sunk me into its comforting material.

Just when I was about to try something I would most likely regret, I heard a familiar voice.

"Karla, love! You're ok! I've been worried sick about you," the sweet voice said.

Her short blonde hair caressed her face. She seemed to have more of a tan than the last times saw her.

I saw her brunette, curly haired boyfriend put his large hands around her waist. Jenna is slim, but she is built like a soccer player, like me. She was made fun of in high school for being "fat," but that was never an accurate description of her.

"I'm fine, Jenna," I croaked.

Jenna pushed herself forward, making Harry release his tender grip on her. "Oh my goodness. What the hell happened?" I fully understood her worry, but I didn't appreciate the level of her voice. I have trouble being yelled at, and often break down right there. She knows that, though. She knows everything about me.

"Jenna don't worry, I'm fine now."

"Don't worry? What the hell? I find you in the middle of a graveyard unconscious and I'm supposed to NOT worry?"

Although she didn't intimidate me, her voice did.

Harry tried to grab her hand, but she flung it away. Both hurt and shock haunted his green eyes. He froze for a moment, still surprised by her reaction. Then, he grabbed her shoulders and moved closer to her, trying his best to protect my injured body.

When Jenna gets pissed, she gets pissed.