Love at first sight (Niall Horan love story)

Chapter 1

Kristel's POV I am Kristel Slowdon and I am 17 years old. I live with my mum and step-dad in London. There is just one thing that is bad about my life, and I mean really bad, everyday when I get home from school my step-dad (Steve) would always be waiting in the kitchen ready to torture me until my mum would come home and take over for him.

It started when I was 8 and my mum had married Steve after my father died in a car accident. At first it would just be a slap across the face or being locked in my room but every week it would slowly get more and more violent until one day I ended up in hospital with a broken jaw and infected cuts, when I was just 13.

My mum made up a sad excuse so I was sent home. I begged the hospital to keep me and not let me go home but that was just a fantasy.

Last night my dad got an iron rod in the oven and at first I didn't realise but when it made contact with my back I screamed out in pain. The burning was excruciating and if I wasn't used to all the pain I think I would have died there and then.

That is when I decided I had to get away from this place, and I would do it tomorrow...

~back to the present~Kristel's POV~

I started to frantically pack my stuff into a big duffel bag that I used for gym. I only packed a couple of outfits, shoes, curling irons ect...

I don't really use make up seeing as I don't have much money but I saved up a small amount of money from my weekend job at Nandos and stuffed that in the bag to.

It was 2AM and I was positive that everyone was asleep so I slowly snuck down the stairs and along the hall. Once I had reached the end I breathed a sigh of relief and took one last look at my house.

Although I had so many bad memories from this place it was still my childhood home and I was leaving it. I took one last look in the living room and opened the door to freedom.

I was finally free. I ran down the road for what seemed like hours until I reached the park. I figured I would sleep here tonight and move on tomorrow.

I sat down at the bottom of an old oak tree and slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep thinking about how long it will take before I am back to being locked in my small room only coming out for a beating.

I was awoken to a soft crying noise coming from ahead of me. When I looked up I saw the face of the boy I would never have imagined I would see in the flesh.

He is my idol, my encouragement when things go wrong and he has the cutest face I have ever seen in my life...

It's only Niall fucking Horan

"Why are you crying" I asked softly, his deep blue eyes piercing into my green ones.

"Sorry it's just...I don't know..." He trailed off. He sounded so upset I just wanted to go over there an hug him then never let go.

"No it's okay you don't need to apologise. I know we just met but you can trust me! What's the matter?" I asked, surprised I could even talk to him.

"Well this is gonna sound lame but..all the hate is getting to me and I can't help but cry. So I come here to be alone and let all my worries free and just...I don't know!" His cute Irish accent mutters.

"Oh, sorry, would you like me to leave? I can if you want!"

"No! Please stay! It feels good to tell someone my problems! Anyways why are you here and what's in the duffle bag?" He asks worried it might be a dead body or something! I just have the sudden urge to laugh at the face he is making.

"Sure I can stay, oh umm....this is just all my stuff from home" I say uneasily. "Oh, why do you have all your stuff with you and why were you asleep I'm the park?" Should I tell him why I am here? He did tell me why he was here! What harm can it do?

"Well...I ran away from home cause I can't stand my mother and step-dad beating me any longer and I just need to get away so I came here last night and I am going to find somewhere to stay later but right now I just need to get away from them!" I stutter out a little too quickly. He looks at me wide-eyed.

"Y-your mum and d-dad b-beat y-you" he stuttered out, horror in his eyes. I nodded my head slowly and said

"Ever since I was 8" I mumble.

"You can move in with me if you like" he asked shyly.

"I would love to" I scream attracting some Weird looks "but only if you are sure, oh I am Kristel Slowdon by the way"

"Niall Horan, and I would love to have you stay" he say excitedly. I pick up my bags and follow Niall as he walks off down the park towards his apartment and that's when it really sinks in... I am moving in with THE Niall Horan. Can life get any better?