Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

Niall POV

As we walked toward the colored man with bright blue eyes holding a sign saying,"Horan," I could not help but crack a smile. Karla had no idea what I had planned. To be honest, I do not even think she knows what tomorrow is. Although we still hadan entire day until our one-year anniversary, I felt like the clock was mocking me. The day was coming faster and faster, and I am scared to death. It is so hard to know what she would like. What if she doesn't like anything I planned? She can be pretty easy-going about things like this, but at the same time, this is a extremly big deal. The one-year anniversary sets the stage of whether you can be with this person forever. Frankly, I want to be with Karla forever, but what if I do a horrible job? Them, she would not want to be with me forever. I wouldn't be able to handle her slipping through my fingertips.

I grabbed her hand, and was surprised she did not jump away from me. Random touch has always terrified her, and she often shook my affection away. At first, she always hated touch and affection, but as we have been together, I have noticed her fear start to diminish. She even initiates it now. Now, when I initiate it, she gets jumpy. Not because she "hates" it, but because it frightens her. I still have no idea why that is, but I would hate to ask. If she wanted me to know, I would have known a long time ago. I saw her smile, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. She knew my wheels were turning.

Before we reached the man leading us to our car, we were stopped, once again, by screaming fans. These may be "our girls," and I love them to death, but it was hard for me sometimes. I liked having the boys with me, mainly because of my claustaphobia, but partly because they outnumbered me greatly. If I were to make a run for it, they could maul me like hungry bears. It would be appitizing to them, but I would be a gonner. They are so beautiful and hopeful. They are so dedicated, yet sometimes, they can be so cruel. The things they say to other fans or our girlfriends are scarring. Some of them even believe we are homosexual. It is like they are trying to control our lives. Just because you like our music does not mean you can change us. We want to stay who we are and do the things we love.

We reached our driver eventually, and we climbed into our car, rushing, hoping no one else would recognize us.

"Can't we go somewhere where no one recognizes me?"

"Good luck with that, Ni."

"Why do you say that?"

"Dude, you're hot and in the biggest boyband in the world. Everyone is going to recognize you. Even people who aren't a fan of your music knows who you are," she said to me.

"Even in America? I thought it was only in Europe."

"Americans find out everything, Niall."

"How do you know that?"

"I lived here."

"Why did you move back?" I noticed her tense up.

"I just had to. I was in high school.." She was lost in thought, and I left her wheels turning. I stopped asking, trying my best to keep these next few days as perfect as I could for her sake. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this for her.

When we reached our timeshare, she stood in awe of it. The bed was a king-sized matress with a bkack, silk comforter over it. We had a flat screen TV that covered most of the wall. The walls were a cream color, which blended well with the dark, wooden, hardwood floor. The couch matched the comforter perfectly. There was a giant glass table infront of the couch that made the room look bigger (not like it needed much help). It surprised me too, but Karla looked dumbstruck. Her place was nice, but even being a goalkeeper, she did not make all that much money. She still had to support her step-brother's greedy taste, and happened to put that before her tastes. It was her on her own. I knew her parents weren't around, I just don't know why.