Niall Horan The Irish Stalker

Chapter 2

Niall's POV

A tremble raced through me as a chilly wind blew past. Why was it so cold? Wait, why the hell was there a wind in my room. Alarm bells rang out in my head violently. Did I leave the window open again? The last time I did that Mark beat me to a pulp. I shivered again, and this time it wasn't because of the cold wind. I quickly shot up from my bed and started towards the window. I froze once my slow brain finally realized that this was, indeed, not my room. Taking in the dead grass, and the leafless trees, I remember what happened last night. Mark had kicked me out for the night. He kicked me out of my own home. No, not home. That place most certainly wasn't a home to me. A home implies that you can be yourself and that you fill warm and loved there. None of those things were true about that house. That's right. It wasn't a home. It was nothing more then a house. Nothing more then a building in which a family sleeps in. I wasn't sure if I could even call us a family but I suppose that was the simplest it was going to get. 

I turned in a complete circle looking for anything that could give me the time of day. Nothing. What kind of park doesn't have some grand type clock? Apparently the one I freaking decided to sleep at. Just my fucking luck. Mark would be pissed if he found out I was late to school even though the sun looked like it was just rising. However, I didn't know whether I had enough time to go back to my house and get changed. I really didn't want to be late. Being late meant there was a reason for being so, and that meant people were going to start asking questions. When people started asking questions they found out things that they might not have needed to know. Mark doesn't want anything to find out about what happens to me. Therefore he didn't want anyone to ask any questions if it could be helped. I sighed and decided it would be best to just go to school now. Even if I was early, it would be better then being late. I started to walk towards the direction of the school. Man, that bench did a lot of damage. My limps were so stiff, and sore. Wait, no they weren't. They weren't sore at all. I couldn't feel any pain for them at all. I couldn't feel anything from them at all. I looked down to see the edge of my skin was in fact blue. Huh, interesting. I never knew that your skin actually turned blue when it was cold. I stared in facination at my blue skin. If it got any bluer I would be a smurf! That wouldn't be bad though, would it? Maybe people would like me more. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize that a familiar black car had stopped by me until the boy had gotten out and started to speak.

"Hey, you're that boy from last night! Did you ever find somewhere to sleep?" He asked from infront of me. I looked up shocked to see that the boy who had offered me a place to stay had, yet again, run into me. He had plaid shirt and jeans on, plus he was wearing a very dark shade of sunglasses.

"Yeah," I croaked out from my itchy throat. Man, I never realized how thirsty I was until now. 

"That's good! Where did you sleep?" Sunglasses asked me. I hesitated before saying anything. He wouldn't flip out if I told him I had slept at the park, right? He did seem very caring. Wait, what on earth was I thinking? Of course he wouldn't care! He hardly knows me, besides who would care about someone like me? 

"I slept at the park." I mumbled to him. He froze, and even though I couldn't see his eyes I could tell that they were widened.

"What?" He screamed and I flinched away. "You slept at the park?! You could've gotten mugged! Or...or kidnapped! It was freezing outside last night, and you don't even have a long sleeve shirt on! You could get sic-" He suddenly stopped, and wiped off his sunglasses. His eyes widened in horror when he saw my blueish skin. However, I wasn't paying attention to his horror struck en face. No, I was only paying attention to his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. They looked so warm and inviting, as if they were telling you that you could trust the guy. I could stare into those never ending eyes for years. Sadly for me, he snapped out of his own horror filled thoughts and quickly reached out for me. I instantly winced back away from him before he could touch me. He narrowed his eyes in confusion but didn't say anything about it.

"You're skin is blue! You need to get somewhere warm! C'mon, I'll bring you to the studio with me, and I can get you some hot chocolate or something!" He exclaimed then slowly reached out for me again. This time instead of flinching away, I took a step back.

"No!" I said quickly. I bit my lip, calming myself down before continuing on. "No, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine."

"Perfectly fine!? How could you be perfectly fine with blue skin! I could've sworn yesterday you didn't have blue skin!" He argued back but then seeing my determined face, he gave in. "Fine, I won't bring you to the studio but there must be something I can do for you." I bit my lip and looked down at the ground.

"A-actually, I was um...wondering if you could give me the time.." I mumbled out embarrassed. I felt like a real idiot for not having a watch with me.

"Oh, yeah! Of course!" I heard the stranger reach into his pocket and pull out his iphone. "It's 5:00 o'clock." I sighed in relief when I realized that I wasn't late for school, and that I could, in fact, go home and get changed. 

"Thanks, mate." I mumbled then started to walk past him. However, before I could go I felt a hand gripping on my arm. I tensed up when I felt this tingling sensation but ignored it as I turned to him.

"Wait, give me your number." He requested before giving me his phone. I looked up at him in confusion but never the less, I started to type in my name and number.

"Why?" I asked while doing as I was told.

"Because tomorrow I'm going to call, and find out if your sick." He started with a cute, small smile. "And if you are, then I'm going to bring you to the doctors." He took his phone back as I just stared at him in surprise. He turned to his car and get in. However, before he rode away he rolled down his window. "What's your name?"

"N-Niall Horan." I mumbled out still in shock. He nodded seemingly agreeing with my name.

"I'm Liam Payne," And with that the brown haired boy drove away leaving me dazed. What just happened? Did some random boy actually care for me? That was so unlikely though...Why would anyone care for me? There had to be something about this boy. Something special. Something that would make him care for pieces of shit like me. I planned to find out.

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