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April 7th, 2013
NIALL'S POV
"Ella." I said softly, trying to rouse her from our bed.
"Niall?" She replied, voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, princess?" I ran my fingers through her chestnut curls.
"I can't keep doing this. I don't want to hide from them, but," She turned her body over to face me, and I could see that she had been crying. "I'm scared." She sounded so vulnerable and weak.
Not at all like my Ella.
"I will protect you, emotionally and physically, if it is the last thing I do." I said to her, meaning every word. "You are beautiful and strong and the most perfect human being I've ever seen."
"They aren't fans. Not really. They may love us, but we draw the line when they hurt people we love. And they've hurt you, and it's killing me inside."
"They've hurt me, too. Trust me, they have, but you need to understand that if you are my princess, then I am your prince. Your knight in shining armor."
"I will not let you be locked up in a tower, with some dragon preventing you from escaping. You need to show them you are not afraid. And I know that deep down, the brave Castings girl I know is waiting to show herself again."
She was blinking back tears, but I gripped her hand and squeezed it to reassure her.
"You are brave. You are strong. Show that off."
I leaned forward to kiss her, and every detail of her beautiful face came into focus. And although her cheeks had tear-tracks on them, although her eyelashes were wet and clumped together in triangles and her hair was tangled, she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Her eyes were big, bright, and green as ever. And I could see a dozen or two pale freckles dotting the bridge of her delicate nose. Her skin was fair, but her cheeks rosy and pink.
I kissed her gently and softly, and as I held her face, I felt one dimple appear, then another, until she was grinning into our kiss.
She pulled back slightly. "Niall James Horan, you're so fucking amazing." She breathed.
I smiled at her.
"Scoot over." I told her, and she did.
I slid under the covers, and she nuzzled her head into my neck, feathering butterfly kisses along my jaw.
"I love you." I told her.
"I love you more."
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"Hello, welcome to Good Morning, Australia. My name is Nancy Arcott and I'm here with One Direction!"
A round of applause rose from the live audience.
Harry grinned, waved, and placed his hand on my shoulder.
We all said hello with smiles and cheers, and it started off as just an average interview. But I knew, believe me, I knew, this Nancy woman would bring up my Twitcam. Some 10 minutes later, she finally did.
"So, mister Niall Horan, that Twitcam you hosted left the world in absolute shock! We had no idea cute little Niall could be so... How do I say this? Demanding? Harsh?"
As my fists clenched, Louis' eyes narrowed into blue slits, "Try caring, protective."
Harry put his hand on my thigh, something he always did to calm me down. The audience was completely silent. I was so, so tempted to start yelling at her.
"What about the Twitcam?" I replied finally, crossing my arms.
"Don't you feel it was a bit harsh?"
Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. I was going to kill her.
"No. I don't."
"But--"
"No." I cut her off. "You don't get to say what I was, nor what I am. I don't feel that I was the least bit harsh, or fucking demanding for that matter. I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL SINCE I WAS TWELVE, AND NOBODY, NOT EVEN THESE BOYS, (not that you would, mates)," I paused to adress my boys quickly, "GET TO HURT HER. AND OUR FANS, OUR DIRECTIONERS, HURT HER SO BAD! I CANNOT STAND TO SEE HER IN SO MUCH PAIN." My voice cracked, as the image of Ella crying popped into my head.
"It destroys me, to the very core of my heart. And if it hurts this bad for me to watch her, can't you just imagine the amount of pain she's in right now? I don't want any fans at all if they're going to treat her like that. I love her more than anything in the world, and nobody is going to take her away from me."
I stood up and walked off the stage, and could hear the boys coming after me. Once we were out of view from everyone, I drew Louis and Liam into a hug, beckoning Zayn and Harry to come join. Liam gently wiped the tears off my face.
"We love you, Niall."
"We're so proud of you, Niall."
"We love Ella, too."
"And we're proud of her, too."
"Thank you." I whispered to them.
One of them clapped their hand on my back, and drew out of the hug slowly, and Harry grabbed my hand and led me to the car.
My iPhone beeped twice, telling me I got a text. I pulled it out of my pocket, and opened up my messages. It was from Demi.
"Just watched your twitcam from a couple days back. I must say, Niall, my respect for you just rose like 300%. Tell Ella I'd like to meet her someday soon :)"
I smiled, realizing I hadn't spoken to Demi for a very long time.
"Will do, I'm sure she'd love to. We definitely need to meet up when we come for the US part of TMH"
She and I talked for a bit, until I arrived to the hotel we had been staying at, where I told her I had to go.
When I opened the door to our suite, I found Ella belting out words to Paramore, one of her favorite bands. The music from the speakers of my iHome echoed everywhere, and she looked so graceful, spinning around our suite.
She never could dance, but she looked so alive all of a sudden, so free, it was beautiful.
"SECOND CHANCES, THEY DON'T EVER HAPPEN, PEOPLE NEVER CHANGE. ONCE A WHORE, YOU'RE NOTHING MORE, I'M SORRY THAT'LL NEVER CHANGE. AND ABOUT FORGIVENESS, WE'RE BOTH SUPPOSED TO HAVE EXCHANGED, BUT I'M SORRY, HONEY, I PASSED IT UP, NOW LOOK THIS WAY." She saw me, and grinned, grabbing my hand and twisting and turning me around with her.
"WELL THERE'S A MILLION OTHER GIRLS WHO DO IT JUST LIKE YOU, LOOKING AS INNOCENT AS POSSIBLE TO GET TO WHO? YOU WANNA WARP ME, LIKE, 'ITS EASY IF YOU DO IT RIGHT' WELL I REFUSE, I REFUSE,"
"I REFUSE!" She screamed that last part, and turned to me breathless.
"I'm not afraid." She whispered into my ear, almost too quietly for me to hear over the loud music.
"Good." I breathed, and she met me full force with a kiss that took my breath away.
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