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Chapter One

Two Months later...

Stella's P.O.V.~

It's Tuesday in November, and I'm walking home from school. It about 20 degrees out here and I can barely feel my fingers. I'm trying to walk fast so I can get home before my fingers fall off. As I turn the corner I can see, from maybe a mile away, my restaurant and home. At this point I started sprinting, and I didn't care if anyone saw me. I probably looked like a penguin trying to run but waddling instead.

Finally I get to my home and I reach into my left pocket to get my keys. Empty. I check in the right pocket. Empty. At this point I start to panic. My parents are visiting family in New York, and I'm stuck outside! I finally give up and toss my backpack to the side and sat down against the door.

The wind was really fierce today and now I couldn't feel my face! I tried to think of where I could go, and it hit me.
I could go to Olé Horans. It wouldn't be my first choice, but it's my only option. I grabbed my backpack, and stood up and made my way across the street to the pub.

I arrive at the front of Olé Horans, and it looks like it is some sort of hang out for extremely violent men. The whole place makes me feel uneasy, I know I have to go in before my whole body turns into an ice cube. I open the door and I went through the threshold. First thing I smelt was alcohol, and the second thing I smelt was just the stench of man. Not very welcoming for someone new. The only good thing about this place was that it was warm.

It looks like any other pub. Dim lighting, old chairs, a pool table, a huge bar, and some tables and chairs. Thankfully, no one was really there or I would feel really uncomfortable. I took off my jacket, mittens, beanie, and put it on the coat rack. I was surprised they had one. Under my coat I was wearing some skinny jeans, and I wore a fitted sweater that showed off my boobs. To pull my whole look off I wore some brown high boots.

I made my way over to the bar, and I took a seat. I hope no one notices I'm only 18. I took out my cell phone and I scrolled through Instagram.

"Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see you here Stella. Why so slutty? Are you trying to show off?" Niall asked me taking me off guard.

"What do you mean?" I questioned kind of offended.

Niall smirked, "Sweetheart, did you notice you're exposing your boobs?" He whispered.

I rolled my eyes and went back to scrolling through Instagram.

Niall snatched my phone away, and tilted my chin up. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me sweetheart, or this will not end well for you. Do you understand?" He growled.

I nodded, and he let go and gave my phone back. I wanted to start crying because I've never been treated like that in my lifetime.

"So why are you here? I thought you weren't allowed here?" He wondered.

"Well I lost my key to my home and I'm locked out. My Parents won't be home until tomorrow, and I thought I could stay here until I could think of a way to get in." I stated.

"Well, why don't you stay here with me?" He asked.

"Well, I don't think my parents will.." I tried to say but he cut me off.

"It's fine Stella, I won't be here. I'm closing early and I'm going somewhere with my friends. You'll be fine here." He stated.

"Ok." I agreed

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I've been sitting at the bar for about two hours now, and it's 6:00 pm. Niall is serving some blonde bimbos trying to hook up with him, but he's ignoring them. I noticed he has two tattoos on his left arm, and he has really big muscles. He has some stubble on his chin, and he looks like a bad ass with his muscle shirt and his lip ring. Wow, I never though he was that attractive with his messy dirty blonde hair.

"Stella, I'm going to start closing up. My house is upstairs, I'll be there in a second." He stated and I nodded.

I made my way upstairs, and I ended up in a pitch black room. I ran my hand down the wall trying to find the light switch, and when I couldn't find it I started to panic. I walked around slowly still trying to find the light switch when I ran into something and hit my knee. "Shit!" I screamed in pain.

I heard some foot steps coming behind me and some strong arms rap around my waist. "I never thought I'd hear you swear." Niall chuckled and flipped the switch on.

When I could see everything it looked kind of old, but very clean and organized. I looked around while Niall stood in the door way admiring my facial expressions to everything.

"Hey, why don't you come into the kitchen and I can get a bandaid for your knee and some ice." He whispered.

"That would be great." I answered.

He walked over to me and picked me up. He walked us over to the kitchen and set me down on the counter. He opened a cabinet and got the bandaids. He applied one to my knee and got me someone ice too.

"Let me show you to my room." He stated.

He guided me to his room, and when I stepped inside, it looked so clean and tidy as the rest of the house was. It smelled like cleaning products which gave me a headache.

"The bathroom is to the left and I have some clothes for you to wear if you need them. Do you need anything else?" He questioned.

"No, I think I'm good." I smiled.

He smirked. He left me alone to change into a big t-shirt of his and some boxers. They fit me, surprisingly. I made my way out into the living room to go and show Niall that they fit but I couldn't find him. He must've left to go out with his friends.

I went back to his room and got under the covers and I thought to myself that Niall wasn't that bad after all.

//~AN
Hey, Thank you for waiting on this chapter! I know it's been a while, but I have the flu and it took me a little bit to write this. Thank you! Love you guys! Bye!❤️~//