Deranged [n.h]

Chapter Eleven

Once I parked my car and checked to a make sure the coast was all clear, I hoped out of my car and ran to the door of Nialls trailer. Once I reached it, I hesitated to knock.

I sighed, weighing the pros and cons. I decided to just go with my heart and knock on the door. The first few seconds, there was nothing. Then I remembered that not everyone is up at 1 am, casually just sitting around. I sniffled and decided to just leave. He wouldn't even care about me anyways. Why am I even here?

I turned on my heal to walk away when I heard the door unlocking. Suddenly, Niall stood in the doorway, looking at my confusingly.

"Margaret?" He asked.

I felt tears rise to my eyes as I tried to reply to him.

"Hey, um." I bit my lip, looking down. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing his arms on the sides of my arms. He moved one hand to my chin and lifted my eyes to meet him. I didn't realize I was crying until I heard him gasp.

"Margaret? What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" He asked.

"Yeah," I laughed. I don't know why I was laughing. I just felt so awkward.

"Here, come inside. You must be freezing." He put his hand on the low of my back and guided me inside.

"Sit down love." He gestured to the old ratty couch I was just on a few hours ago. His home didn't seem much different. The only thing different was the empty beer can on his coffee table.

"Here." He quietly said, standing up. "One sec."

He left the room for only a few moments but returned soon with a sweatshirt with the word "Q U I E T" big and bold on the front.

"Put this on." He handed me the sweater. I was such a sweet gesture, I didn't know why he was being so kind to me.

"Thanks," I sniffled. His sweater was warm and smelled like peppermint and lavender. A weird but amazing combination.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked, looking into my eyes. His eyes were so blue and so pure.

"It's just my dad. He's not been nice to me." I looked down at my lap, picking at my fingers.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"He just..." I drifted off. There wasn't a way to describe the man and his actions. At times he was so loving and gentle, then at others so cold and angry. There was never a constant mood with him.

"I'm sorry. I should go." I stood up.

"No, Margaret." He stood up too, grabbing my wrist. I felt a spark tingle inside of me.

I looked at him, sniffling once more.

"Did your dad kick you out?" He asked.

"I mean," I started. The tears came pouring down my face until it came into a full sob.

Niall pulled me by the wrist to his chest where he held me in a tight hug. I broke out in sobs once more.

"Shh, sh sh." He whispered into my hair. He felt so warm and soft, unlike anyone I had felt before. He rubbed his hand up and my back in circular motions.

"You don't have to talk about it tonight. You should sleep." He pulled me out of his hug. I wish he hadn't.

"Okay." I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and made my way to the ratty couch.

"No, here you can take my bed if ya want, it's much more comfy." He said.

"Are you sure? I mean I just barged into your home with a sap story. I don't want to ask much more from you." I replied.

"I insist. Here I'll show ya my room."

He guided me towards the kitchen to a door by the fridge. He opened the door and pulled me in.

Surprisingly it was a lot nicer than I thought. There were windows on each side of the bed and a mirror behind it too. The bed was a full, I'm presuming, and he had a nightstand and a dressed also.

"Is this okay?" He asked, looking around to make sure there was nothing on the floor.

To what I've seen so far, Niall seemed like a very clean and organized person. I hadn't seen a spot of dandruff anywhere in his trailer.

"Of course it is. Thank you."

"Well, I'll see you in the mornin'," he began to walk to the door. Just as he was about to shut it, I called for him.

"Niall?"

"Yes?" He replied.

"I'm just... I just want to know." I started. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Well, you seemed very hurt. I just want to be a gentleman." He stuck his hands in his pockets.

I smiled at him and hugged him once more, burying my face into his chest.

In the mirror behind his bed, I couldn't see Niall as I hugged it. It was almost like he was a ghost or something. It just looked like I was hugging mid air.

I must be really tired.

"Alright, night." He said, turning of the light.

"See you in the morning. Thank you again." He shut the door.

I fell back onto his rather comfortable mattress and drifted off to sleep.

I don't need my dad, And he doesn't need me, were the last things in my head before I fell into a deep sleep...