Maybe Dreams Aren't Meant To Come True

Chapter 11

"Niall, I don't think that's a good idea. They didn't even want me com-" My excuse cut off by Niall waving his hand towards me, causing my lips to shut closed.

"Never mind, it was just a thought. You're right." His cheeks blush, embarrassment flooding his whole face.

I bite my bottom lip and guilt fills my body.

He put himself out there, and I totally dissed him. I'm such a jerk.

"No, I was kidding. I would love to stay." I cheekily smile towards him, causing a giggle to escape his slightly parted lips.

He gets up from the snug couch and tightly embraces me.

"You want the bed or couch?" He lightly questions as he pulls out from the hug.

"Bed." I chuckle. I bite my bottom lip and softly nudge his shoulder as a "I'm sorry."

He rolls his eyes and tells me he's going to get sheets and shows me the bedroom.

The bed is huge. Must be a king. At least.

I hop in bed and before I know it, I'm knocked out. I hope Niall doesn't mind that I didn't say goodnight.

He probably wouldn't.

"Isn't the sunset beautiful?" Niall gently asks as he takes my hands and rubs his thumb slightly against mine.

"Yes, wonderful." I mimic his tone and snug my head in between his shoulder and neck.

His hand cups my chin and he pulls my head up so my eyes meet his.

His beautiful royal eyes shining in mine.

I love the way they light up...just as bright as the sun in the evening.

"I know you want me." He chuckles, slowly leaning down to kiss me.

"Stop, Niall." I pull away from his increasingly strong grip and smack his hand to pry it off.

"Just admit it to yourself. You love me, but you're so afraid. I'm not Joseph, Jessica." His tone growing lower and harsher as he speaks.

"Fuck off." I spit at him, placing my body farther away from him while rolling my eyes.

"I'm not going to embarrass you. I really like you. This isn't a game. I love you. I love you more than Joseph ever could." Niall smirks and tries to grab my hand, but I shake off his grip.

"Stop fucking saying his name!" I shout at him. I go to smack him, but he's too quick for me and grabs my hand. In one swift movement, he turns my body and slams me against the sandy beach.

"Get off, please." I plead, suddenly feeling the loss of breath in my throat, unable to breath.

"I'm not Joseph. Remember that." He chuckles in my ear, viciously.

"Stop..." I say in-between a compacted breathing cycle. I try to escape from his grip, but there's no point. He's way too strong for me, like his body suddenly became 5x heavier.

"Joseph...Joseph...Joseph..." He repeats, changing his pitch after every word.

"Please..." I whine, tears flushing through my eyes.

"Joseph...Joseph...Joseph..." He chuckles near the end, knocking the wind right back in me, and I take in a enormous breath.

The air sucks in my lungs like a vacuum.

"Leave me alone!" I screech on the top of my lungs.

"Joseph! Joseph! Joseph!" He chants in my ear making me more furious and ferocious than ever.

"Get off of me! Stop! Leave me alone!" I scream back in his ear and try to pry his body off of mine.

His heavy weight becoming the amount of a feather and his storming eyes return to his natural state of a shining blue.

"Jessica? Wake up!" He grabs my shoulders, shaking me.

"Get off of me!" I shout, trying to release myself from his grip.

"Wake up!" He shouts back at me.

Before I know it my eyes are shot open, and I'm in Niall's arms, sobbing in his shoulder.

"It's okay, babe." He whispers in my ear while rubbing my back; instantly making me feel better.

I squeeze him tighter as he returns the gesture.

I release myself from his grip and look in his eyes.

His eyes filled with sorrow and compassion.

His bottom lip slightly pouted, and his eyebrows dropped.

"I'm sorry..." I start to mutter an apology before Niall shushes me.

"Don't be sorry, babe. You can't help if you get nightmares." He weakly smiles at me and touches his thumb to my cheek, tracing my cheekbone.

"But I probably woke you." I remark while a tear strolls down my cheek, caught by Niall's thumb.

"It doesn't matter. I just want you to be okay. Do you want me to sleep on the floor?" He questions me, his surprisingly soft hands, still touching my heated cheeks.

I can't make him sleep on the hardwood floor, after all he's done and had to deal with...me.

"Can you sleep in the bed?" I nervously ask, quickly regretting it.

"Of course, if that's okay with you." He grins and moves his hand from my cheek to my hand.

"Of course." I repeat his words and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. I feel my cheeks instantly heat and my voice betrays me as they let out a giggle.

Niall's mouth opens as if he's going to say something, but he must change his mind and replaces the words with a wide smile.

"Let's go back to bed." He implores, obviously exhausted.

I feel so bad for him.

He shouldn't have to feel obliged to take care of me.

I nod and smile and head back to the bed with Niall closely behind.

I climb on right side of the bed, and Niall hops up on the left.

I scoot closer to the edge; afraid he'll think I'm being too close.

"Goodnight." He mumbles, literally about to fall asleep.

His voice is a whisper and his throat is not yet cleared.

"Night." I giggle, knowing he can't hear me.

As I fall asleep, I notice that I'm actually sleeping in a bed with Niall Horan.

Wow.