Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 26

Karla POV

While my curiousness was at the forefront of my mind, Niall refused to tell me any details. He slipped on his newest sunglasses, his eyes unreadable and unseeable. He looked over at me, and grabbed a slipped sunglasses over my eyes. He tried to be sweet, but he missed my left ear, making them fall off my face, leaving a cut beside my ear. I put my hair in front of my ear, making sure it wouldn't be seen. I chuckled at him as I fixed them.

The top corner of his lips raised into his signature smirk, making him attract my entire attention, wanting so badly to kiss him. I could not, however, not wanting to attract any attention by any of his fans or the paps. I wanted to get out of here in peace.

He grabbed my wrist and walked slowly, looking at the ground. The way he was acting surprised me. With Niall and the boys, they liked the paparazzi. They often posed and joked with them. He was acting differently with me. He was probably quite ashamed of me.

While we had passed all of the airport security with no problem, I still worried about the actual plane ride. I loved planes, but I did not want anyone to recognize him. I have never had a problem with Niall's career nor his fans, but sometimes they worried me. They had a tendency to obsess almost too much. Some of them even know where my boyfriend lived! I would never want a fan to come to his home. Not that I did not trust him, as I figured he could be trusted, but I know he would be utterly shocked. He would have no idea how to react(I mean who would?) I would not want anyone to get hurt or upset. He would be scarred. Although he can be tough when necessiary, he was too fragile to handle an attack on the mind quite like that.

Then again, I could not handle the fans. The mean tweets, the degrading glances, and the scarring words that they whisper under their breaths, some even to my face. The things they say about me; about Niall. Some of them speak highly of me and poorly of Niall. Although I try to shake the things they say, the words cut like knives. I hear every word play over and over again in my mind. My conscious is surrounded and burried deep in their words. Niall has no clue the things they say. Niall has no clue the things I do to myself to relieve the pain.

When we finally reached the entrance of the airport, I heard a girl scream,"Oh my God! It's Niall Horan!" Fans surrounded us before she could even finish her sentence. Sleazy paparazzi were snapping new pictures they were going to use to spread their newest rumours. My claustaphobia attacked me, strating in my chest, closely followed by my eye sight becoming blurry. My legs became weak. It took everything I had to not pass out on the ground in the midst of this crowd. Noticing me, Niall wrapped his right arm around my hip, steading my shaking knees. More flashes shone around us. Objects were shoved in his face, while he tried his best to sign them. After a few minutes of this, Niall was feeling quesy himself. He led me to the bridge and we quickly found our seats, rushing so we wouldn't be stopped by any more shrieking girls.

I had no chance to see where we were going. I had planned to wait for the announcement of our flight to hear the person say where we were headed. However, there was a crowd of shreiking fans and I also thought I was going to pass out. I had no space left in my mind to think of the plane ride; I had a right to be distracted.

Niall slowly slipped off his sunglasses, looking around, checking the surroundings. He smiled and put his hands to my face. "Can I redeem myself? Let me take them off."

He took them off successfully, this time without scratching my face off. He flashed a smile, then he gave me a lingering glance, looking like he wanted to kiss me. But instead, he brought his face close to mine and rested his forehead on my forehead.

"Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

How could he say that? Did he not realize how atrocious I looked? My entire life I have wanted to be viewed as beautiful, yet could never feel it when I looked in my mirror. I hated the person that looked back at me, her average colored eyes, pale complexion, uncontrollably curly hair, bright red face, intimidating lips, grotesque stomach, fat thighs, and feet the size of a bear. The words hit close to home, reminding me of all the things I hated about myself. Everything. I had no idea to react to this, but I felt the expression of my face, realizing the look on his. His smile fell to a frown.

"Babe, you can't tell me, you don't know you're perfect in every way?"

"Thanks Nialler. I just don't know how to explain this to you. Can we please not talk about it? I want to have fun, lets be happy!"

"Alright. But now you know you are, right?"

"Whatever makes you happy."

"You make me happy."

"Quit being so mushy gushy. But you're cute, so I guess it's ok," I said to him, winking.

He kissed me softly on my cheek. And laughed. "Do you know what frustrates me about you, Kar?"

"Oh no. What now?"

"You're so unpredictable. I wish I knew what was going on in that head of yours. It sure would make things easier."

"Yeah, we'll guess what?"

"What?" He asked me.

"I don't 'do' easy."

"Trust me, I've noticed," he joked.

"Whatever. You know nothing!"

"I know everything, Karla," he said sarcastically.

"No that's me. You could never be smarter than I."

He poked me in the side, trying to make me jump. I grabbed his hand and looked at him. I shook my head at him, faking a disappointed look.

"You would think you learned the last time. I'm not ticklish," I said to him.

He leaned over the divider between our seats and kissed me, making me fall on my back. I pulled back quickly, however, realizing where we were. "Ni!"

"Oh crap, sorry. I forget where I am sometimes."

"Trust me, I've noticed," I said mockingly to him. He laughed and pinched me on my knee, in respond, I turned and punched him in his knee. He laughed, yet moaned in pain at the same time. I couldn't stop laughing at the expression on his face. His face looked crinkled, yet he smiled at me.

Niall eventually became very tired, and fell asleep on my shoulder. It took everything I had to not to mess with him, but he was too cute when he slept. Plus, he's been recording late and early mornings the past couple weeks. Him and the boys were almost finished with their second album. I tried my best to stay strong, but Niall was going to be going on tour soon. The first tour was popular, but the boys had an extreme fan level now, so it would probably be a longer tour this time. The last time his tour worked out, however. His last tour, I was in Chad for a soccer camp, but I still missed him immensely. This time? This time I might die. I can just imagine the things the fans might say about me. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. Just thinking about Niall being gone hurt me.

Never did I think I would love one person as much as I do now.

"We are now landing in Hawaii," the pilot announced over the intercom, sounding groggy himself. I was exhausted, but I have always had a problem falling asleep during car rides. Apparently, plane rides had the same effect on me. I didn't get a wink of sleep, yet, I felt energized and ready to take on the day ahead of me.

I pecked Niall sweetly on his cheek, hoping to wake him up gently. "Niall, we are here," I said to him, whispering in his ear.