I hope you liked the last part! I know i left it at a bit of a cliff hanger :) Niall is officially in the story now :) Yay! I follow back remember! Thank you for the votes and the comments! This part is dedicated to NandosCrazyMofo who kind of inspired me to write my own Imagine. She is such a talented writer and she is currently writing a Niall Imagine also! It is so cute and i know she would really appreciate it if you read hers! I personally love it! Enjoy this next part and i'll update soon!
"Hi Annie, it's nice to meet you!" Niall says in his rich Irish accent, as he begins to stand. I couldn't stop staring, his eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue i have ever seen. He cocks his head to the side and a frown appears on his face, for a teeny tiny moment, it feels like time has stopped and it's just me and Niall, I forget about everything. I forget about my brother, i forgot about my mum. Everything slips away carelessly. Until his beautiful voice interupts my thoughts.
"Are you alright, love?" I remember the tears down my cheeks and what caused them. I remember the sorrow, the anger, the frustration, the loss i felt just seconds ago and it all comes flooding back.
"Yeah...I'm fine" I say turning to face the door, trying to keep my voice steady but it cracks on the last word and the tears start again. Why did i have to meet Niall now! Why couldn't i have met him yesterday when everything was great! Why couldn't i have met him a few months back when me and my brother stopped round here after a game of football on the field!
"Liar" I hear Niall say, seconds before i feel his arms wrapping around my waist, turning me round into a hug. One of his hands is in my hair, combing the thick brown layers through his fingers over and over. The other is wrapped round my waist, his thumb rubbing my back in circular motions. Eventually, my sobs turned to sniffles and he pulls away, his face only inches away from my own.
"Better?" He says. I nod, managing a slight smile, not wanting him to leave. He leads me to the sofa whilst Chris gets me a glass of water. Niall takes a seat next to me and moves his arm around my waist.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head before letting it drop. Chris appears in the doorway and makes his way over to me with my drink. I hold it with two hands, doing all i can to stop shaking. After a few sips, i hand the glass to Niall and he puts it on the table. His arm then returning to where it was before.
"Is Andrew okay?" I hear Chris' voice. I hear a ringing in my ears and my vision slowly starts to blur. I try and blink it away, realizing then i'm crying. My breathing picks up again and a whimper escapes my lips. I shake my head in responce to his question and out of the corner of my eye, i see Chris turn away, his head down and his brows arched inward showing his confusion. A few seconds later his eyes widen and he turns to look at me, he grabs me by the wrists, forcing me to face him.
"What happened?" I knew he would be upset but i can hear anger in his voice and it scares me. I try to shuffle back but he holds me still. I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes so my head remains down, blinking out the tears that threaten to fall.
"I said, what happened?" Chris says, his voice louder this time as he shakes my wrists. His grasp getting tighter and his stare harder. I look up at him as a short sharp breath escapes me.
"I...I don't know." I stutter.
"Hey, take it easy on her!" Says a voice from behind me. I feel Chris' hands relax a little around my wrists but his face still shows the same threatening expression.
"The Police women....She...I mean i..." I fumbled, searching for the right words. I could feel his eyes burning into me, searching for the answer he already knew.
