One Direction One Shots 2

Clandestine Calls (Part 3) (Niall)

You sat stiff in your seat as the car drove into the dark night, making you bounce with each bump on the never-ending highway. It had been twelve minutes of driving, twelve minutes of your pouting, and twelve minutes of pure silence. You turned to Niall every couple of minutes, waiting for him to finally start giving the “answers” he spoke about, but he said absolutely nothing. You looked to his driver, whose slick brown hair was covered by a black chauffeur hat. He remained silent for most of the ride as well, until the two of you made eye contact in the mirror. He took a deep breath.

“Niall, why don’t you try to explain a few things to her,” the driver said, his English accent delicate and lovely to listen to. “She’s waited long enough.”

“Louis, please,” Niall groans, running his hands through his hair to relieve the stress. As you watch him, you realize his outfit is different from that he’d been wearing at the party just 30 minutes earlier. He’s now in a grey long-sleeved shirt and black sweatpants. 

“Wait how did you—? Niall what is going on? Where are we going?”

“Quit askin’ so many damn questions,” he snapped. He shook his head. “Fuckin women.”

                Your eyes migrate to the mirror again and spot Louis’ surprised reaction to Niall’s words and open mouth in shock.

“We’re going to Niall’s safe house on Long Island,” he blurted out, turning onto a bridge. “Your turn, Niall.”

“Safe house?” Your eyes were wide with fear. “Are we in danger?” And Niall laughed.

“Ha, aren’t we always?” He leaned forward to pat Louis on the back as they both chuckled at your question. You, completely unamused, brought both legs onto the seat to rock back and forth in the fetal position. Niall noticed your uneasiness and the smile soon disappeared from his face. “You can’t ask questions,” he told you in a serious tone. “You just have to listen, and trust me.”

“Trust you,” you mocked him, suddenly recalling all of his broken promises. “Like when you promised to take me to the Junior Prom and then never showed up? Or when you skipped out on my Graduation party? My 18th birthday? No call, no text, no card, just empty promises and you showing up again with no explanation. Give me one good reason why I should trust you.”

                And just like that, he gently placed his hand on the back of your neck as he leaned towards you and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You could hear Louis roll up the tinted window that separated the front and back seats, giving you and Niall the privacy you needed. Finally, Niall pulled away.

“I just don’t understand,” you said as you looked down, ashamed of your inability to continue kissing him without more information. “What exactly is going on, Niall…”

                He sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out your cell phone. Your cell phone.

“Been looking for this, haven’t ya?”

“I—”

“Nope, you haven’t,” he cut you off. “You didn’t even know it was gone.” He tosses it at you and you catch it, a look of horror plastered all over your face. How did he? ”Don’t ask questions, Y/N. Trust me. That’s all I ask.”

                And you simply nodded as he put out his arm, gesturing for you to scoot over to him. You rested your head in his chest as he held you close and stared out of the window. He watched the bare Long Island pine trees pass him by as you continued on your way to the safe house. Only a few more minutes had passed before you felt yourself slipping into a deep sleep. The effects of a long Friday night had taken their toll on you, and there in Niall’s arms were you finally able to feel some soothing comfort.