Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21

Niall POV

Seeing Karla was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Karla was the love of my life and the girl I wanted to put a ring on her finger.

Then, the other night after we fought in front of the cinema downtown that crisp night, I got a text a few hours later. I could tell you the text from memory.

"Niall, I thought I loved you but I can't do this anymore. You have never deserved me, you worthless piece of whatever you are. Just because I lowered myslef to someone like you does not mean we should stay together. Goodbye Niall."

In that moment I felt the shattering of what was left of my heart. She was my everything, but I was nothing to her.

Seeing her deep brown curls caressing her face made me want to cry. She was so beautiful.

She was right; I didn't deserve her.

I sat there in silence, looking around at my best friends, all with tears in their eyes. Not for me, but for Zayn. Thinking of Zayn should be at the forfront of my mind, not my own personal sideline drama. He was the one I should care for. He needed me. He wanted us all beside him. Karla didn't want me, so why should I be thinking of her?

Because I will always love her.

The thought shot through my brain and emotions before I could stop it. I shook my head frantically, trying to get the thoughts of her out of my conscience. I looked around to notice the worry on my friends' faces, obviously thinking I had gone completly insane...Which in a way, I am.

I looked at Louis, to see El leaning on his left shoulder. He made eye contact with me for several moments before shooting his head in the direction of the door. "Go get her."

Without even thinking, I shot up from my uncomfortable moss green chair and sprinted out the door. I ran down the mazed hallway. Making many turns, I almost reached the last door. Then, through the glass door at my right I saw Karla sitting on the ground with her head in her lap. Her hair fell in front of her face, yet I would know her perfection anywhere.

I slowly came to the glass door in front of me, but was too frightened to step through. She hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. How would she react to me trying to comfort her? It hurts me to think she's ever cried.

I stared at the brunette for several minutes before she perked her head up and made eye contact again. There was no running away this time though.

She sat there several moments looking at me, searching my every movement. I stared at her in complete shock, unable to move and not sure what to do.

She finally rose from her spot and stood right by the wall, never letting her gaze leave mine. I walked in slowly, but let my head fall to the ground when I walked in. "I know the last thing you want to do is see or even talk to me. But, I want you to know that you complete me. Everything about you makes me love you. Every litte quirk and habit you do makes me fall for you. Even the little things. Like how you let your curls fall in front of your face. Or how whenever I try and compliment you, you laugh it off like I'm joking. You're so beautiful, yet you fail to realize it. You're perfect to me."

She wrapped her firm arms around my neck in a tight hug before releasing me. She looked into my eyes. Then, without thinking, I leaned into her, closing the distance between us. She seemed shocked at first, her lips were firm. But, soon our lips were falling into their usual practice. Our lips moved perfectly in sync. She teased the back of my hair before lightly brushing the back of my neck with her fingers, sending shivers down my spine.

She pulled back and had a devious smirk on her face. If only I could read her thoughts. I feel like her head could be a fun adventure traveling through the endless corners of her mind.

"Why did you think I didn't want to see you?" She asked me.

"Because you hate me."

"Niall, I could never hate you. You are everything to me. And I miss you more than anything."

"We'll I'm right here," I said to her putting my hand up and down motioning to my body.

A small smirk crept onto her face and I laughed in response.

"And I'm glad you are," she said. She winked at me and took my hand. "Now, Ni. Can I see Zayn now?"

"Of course, princess. He hasn't been conscious at all today. They think he might be leaving us soon," I told her, almost choking on my words.

Her smile fell and stood there in total shock. These were one of those moments I wished I could read her thoughts. Her emotions may be readable, but what she thinks is a mystery to me.

I lead her back to Zayn's room where my friends still remained. When they noticed I was there with Karla, all of them looked at me emotionless. Except Louis. Louis flashed a quick smile at me and winked at me.

Harry had been crying for as long as I can remember. He was the youngest of us all, and by far the sweetest and gentle people I know. He can be very prevented, but he is the best boy I know.

Louis was trying his best to comfort Eleanor, but she is a total mess. She is hurt so easily, but Louis refuses to let her get hurt. They are perfect together.

Karla immediately went up and hugged El and Perrie. I was in utter shock. She hated physical contact. What's changed? And where the heck is Jenna?