Forgotten || n.h

Chapter Eighteen

I start to dial his number again but instead of sending me to voicemail he literally rejects my call. I groan at his stubbornness.

Wait. He's coming? But didn't he just left earlier?

What if..

No. Shut up Skylar.

A girl just answered his phone for God's sake

Stop it.

The GPA starts to lead the way and I follow it. Here I go again. Instead of running away from danger, I walk towards it. I must be the stupid character in action movies that dies first, it's a surprise I'm still alive.

But this time it's my mother on the line.

"2 hours until your destination." The GPA says.

I park across a coffee shop and start to dial his phone number again, and this time he answers.

"Where are you?" He asks.

"I want to ask the same thing." I say.

"I don't need your stubbornness right now. Where are you?" He bits.

"Who is he?" I ask him, dodging the question.

"Stanley, the guy I nearly killed at the bookstore." He says, his tone flat.

There are a lot of people you nearly killed Niall.

Stanley.

Stanley.

Stanley.

Shit.

"I was thinking about taking you out to dinner tonight? What do you say?" He smirked, as he cornered me, my back laid against the wall, while both his arms on either sides of me.

"I don't think that would be a good idea.." I breathed out heavily, trying to push him further.

"Why?" He grinned, slightly leaning closer, seriously. If he leans in any closer, i swear to god I'll kill this stupid but gorgeous male infront of me, I'm not mentally single, nor am i physically taken, infact I'm lost, i don't know what relationship i have with Niall Horan, and i don't know if we'll end up more, its confusing what he does.

"It's because of Niall Horan.." I stated, breathing heavily. He suddenly shifted at the sound of Niall's name, and i bet he knew him, but not pretty well to back off and avoid the fact that he'll turn into a punching bag if he doesn't.

"What? Is he your boyfriend?" He teased, leaving no space between us, his thick mint breath fanning my face, i felt my skin begin to prickle.

"No, well not mentally. I think." I stuttered, lost at what to actually say, my hands begin to shake, my lips trembling.

"Well, since his not your boyfriend, i don't think he would mind.." He whispered closely in my ear.

"He'd mind. A lot actually." I stated, his chest against mine, i struggle to push him off, but my wrists were captured in his hands as he slammed it softly on the wall. I shut my eyes tightly, aware of what he'll be doing next till-

"Stanley?!" A familiar voice bit, i knew it was who i think it was, this so called guy "Stanley" was ripped off of me, my breathing began to ease, my eyes landed on an angry Horan, a punch to knock him off, poor stupid guy, i pity him, actually. I pity his face.

"Niall, it's not worth it.." I gulped, stopping him from laying another finger on him, he breathed heavily grabbing my wrist, and pulling me closer to him.