Badass Horan

Chapter 4

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*Juliet's POV*


I have been laying in bed all day. Just thinking I'm gonna have to be going out with Niall. He's supposed to come get me in less than an hour. I just hope he doesn't go to the front door. My parents would be so angry if they found out i'm going out with him.


I decided to get ready now. I went into my bathroom and turned on the shower. When it heated up, I stripped and stepped in.


Once done with showering and washing my hair, I came out and got ready. I blow dried my hair, dried my skin and put on undergarments.


I decided to wear black leggings a grey sweater and my grey leather boots that went up to my shin.


I did my makeup with some mascara and lipgloss. I laid down on my bed and waited for Niall to come.


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An hour passed. Still not here.

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Three hours. No Niall.

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I have been waiting and waiting for hours and hours. By now it was 9 pm. Why was I even still waiting? He stood me up. By 8 hours. He's not coming. But I'm actually kind of sad about that.


I let out a sigh. I went to the bathroom and wiped off all my makeup. I changed into some pyjamas.


I crawled under my covers and closed my eyes.


~*~

I heard tapping in my room. Shot up. I looked around the room. But nothing was there. I heard knocking this time. "Babe open up!"


I sat up and looked at my clock. 1:35 am. I looked to where the knocking as coming from. The balcony? I walked over and saw Niall standing there. I opened the door. "What are you doing here!?" I whisper shouted at him.

"I came to see you." He said walking in. I closed the balcony doors.

"You stood me up." I said crossing my arms over my chest. "Why would I want to see you again?" Okay, so I was still praying he would come.

"I was busy" He said sliding off his shoes. It's only know I took in his appearance.

A bruise forming on his right cheek a scar over his left eye. "Oh my goodness what happened?" I asked going over to him. He took a seat on my bed.

"It's nothing babe." He said.

"It does not look like nothing." I said. I made my way to the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. I went back into my room. "This might sting." I said easing the disinfectant covered cotton ball to his eye.

He closed his eyes. I slowly cleaned his cut. He winced. "I'm sorry." I said. I finished cleaning it.

I also noticed the blood seeping through his shirt. "Shirt off." I said demandingly.

"Well if you wanted me you could've said so." He said smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't get cocky." I said. He pulled his shirt off. I gasped when I saw the long scar going down the side of his body. Thankfully, it wasn't deep. But it was bleeding alot.

I cleaned the cut with ease. He would wince every now and then from the stinging sensation. I got out the gauze and wrapped it around his wound.

"You'll make an amazing nurse." Niall said. I smiled.

"Thanks. I actually want to be one." I said. He smiled at me.

"I want to get to know you. Tell me more about yourself. And I'll tell you about me" he said.

"Okay." I said. I sat on the bed. We both took turns talking about our life.interests. Hobbies. Family. He isn't as bad as people say. People mask him as a murderer with no heart.

But he really has one. The only reason he's so aggressive is because his father used to abuse him. His older brother ran away and left Niall alone. He put up with the abuse until he was 16. So that's eight years of abuse every single day. He finally built up the courage to fight off his dad. But ended up badly I hurting him. After that he ran. And now he's here in London.

"So how old are you?" I asked him. He looks like a teenager. Probably a year older.

"I'm 20. How old are you." I stared at him shocked.

"I'm 16. You don't look 20 at all. You look so much younger." I said. He smiled.

"Thanks babe." He said. I looked at the clock. It's 5. We've been talking for almost 4 hours.

I actually didn't even realize he was here that long. I was having such a great time talking to him. "You still have my jacket." He said smiling at the jacket in the corner of my room.

"It's really warm." I said. There was a silence. "Are you really as bad as they say? Like all those rumours. Of you being a murderer or criminal?" I asked. He let out a sigh.

"You promise you won't leave?" He asked.

"I promise." I said. I honestly like spending time with Niall.

"So I really am a criminal. I have a terrible criminal record for robbing. Or selling drugs. But I don't do or sell drugs anymore. And I have only killed one person. But that was a complete accident. It's because he killed one of my previous girlfriends and I beat him a bit too hard." He said. "I do feel guilty about the people I have hurt. But they had it coming. I did it for a reason."

"Oh.." I said. So they are true. But he said he had a reason for hurting people.. I want to know what though.

"And I knew it would scare you off. You probably thinking i'm a fucking murderer." He said getting up. He slid on his shoes and walked towards the balcony. I got up and wrapped my arms around his torso.

"No don't go. I'm not scared of you." I said. He turned around and looked at me shocked.

"You really aren't?" He asked. I shook my head. He smiled down at me. I released the hug and we went back over to the bed.

We talked to each other until 6 am. I heard footsteps in the hall. "You should probably go. I have to get ready for church." I said.

"Alright. See you later babe." He said winking. I rolled my eyes.

"I told you I hate being called 'babe'" I said.

"Too bad." He said. He went over to the balcony. I watched as he jumped down from it and walked off. I smiled lightly. Niall isn't that bad.

I went back into my room just when my bedroom door opened. "Oh you're up. We're leaving for church at 8 hun." My mother said.

"Alright mom. I'll be ready." I said. I went over to the bathroom and did all the essentials. It took me about 45 minutes. That's only because I had to shave my legs and wash my hair.

I stepped out and blow dried my hair. I then went back into my room and dried my skin. I slid on my undergarments and then went to my closet. I picked out a ruby red dress that went up to my knee. It had 2 inch thick straps. I wore some thin black stockings and slipped on my black heels that were about 1 1/2".


I pulled my hair up into a sleek bun. One thing you should know. When you're going to church. You have to dress in your best. I learned from my mom.

I did my make up with red lipstick, eyeliner and mascara. I put on pearl earrings, a pearl necklace and matching bracelet. My mom works as a doctor, so we earn a lot of money. She loves to buy me the best for Sunday's.

I double checked to make sure I was okay. I checked the time and it was 7:45! Wow! Time flew. I got my purse and put my phone in.

I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I just had a banana and a bottle of water. "We should get going now." My father said.

"Okay!" Celeste said finishing up her breakfast. We all left the house and walked to the car. We all got in, parents in the front. Celeste and Mark in the middle. Me in the back... Alone.

I'm not that close with my sister, though we do love each other very much. And ever since dinner when Mark said he's leaving for the army. I don't know. I just became more distant with him. I don't even know why. I just felt so upset about him leaving. I didn't feel like I could go near him without wanting to break down crying.

Celeste on the other hand is spending all her free time with him. He leaves soon. Three weeks. Just three weeks. And then he's gone, and he might not come back. But I need to not think negative. God is with him. He'll protect him. I just gotta remember that.

We arrived at the church and all left the car. It hadn't started yet so I was just standing in the hall.

"Hey Jules!" Matt said coming up to me.

"Hey Matt." I said. Then Layla came up.

"So how was it?" Layla asked.

"It was fine." I said.

"How was what?" Matt asked.


"Oh nothing." I lied. I feel so terrible. I shouldn't be lying. That's the third lie I have told in my life.

The church ceremony began and we all walked in.


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Sorry it's taken me a while to update. I've been so sidetracked lately and i'm finishing up my other fanfic Pure Blood. So yeah. Thanks for reading! Keep voting!

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