Taming The Untamed (Dark Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

Niall's P.O.V

"Now, are you going to tell me why you were in an alley, battered to shit?" I heard her ask. I didn't have to tell her, she didn't need to know, nobody needs to know. It's not the first time that I've been beaten to shit in an alley and it certainly won't be the last. Why is she so bothered? Why didn't she just leave me there? All these questions were running through my mind, and I really wanted to ask her all of them, but I needed to get out of here. Nobody could know that I'm here.

I've never been one of the guys to be overly protective over a girl, but with her I did, funny think is though, I don't even know her name. How can she even ask about why I was in that alley when I know nothing about her? Over the past few years, I've learnt not to trust many people; she could easily be working for another gang. No, wait. She looks too innocent for that, but then to be honest, the way she speaks, the way she doesn't seem at all intimidated by me or the guys I was with earlier, makes me question how innocent she actually is. It's actually quite a good trick for her to hold. Seem like the sweet, innocent, easy to get at girl, but really, just the bad mouthed, put up a fight girl.

When I was out with the guys earlier, I knew there was something different about her. She spoke to us, she laughed, but I saw something about her. It was like sometimes it was genuine, other times, well it just seemed like it was put on. When she wasn't focused on us, she looked so drained, so defeated, but I can tell that she's a girl that's built her walls so high and so close together, that you'd have to be willing to go through anything to break her down. That's one thing I'm good at, I read people. Each time like a little book, some people are easier to read than others, some you have to speak to before you can read them, but pretty much everyone is like a book to me, which is quite funny, because I absolutely hate reading.

I was brought out of my thoughts by someone waving their hand in my face. "Hello? Niall?" I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts. "It's got nothing to do with you, you should've just left me there. I would've been perfectly fine, but no, you just had to drag me back here didn't you. Try and save the day, little innocent girl, trying to get involved with the bad guys. Well guess what sweetie; it's not going to happen. Now, I've got to go before someone finds out that I'm fucking here and they cause shit for me and you." I didn't mean to shout, but I just wanted to see if it bothered her at all, I thought it did since she didn't say anything and she did flinch at how loud my voice was. As I stood up I heard some start laughing, I turned around to find that it was her. Why was she laughing? I thought I scared her.

"Oh, look at the badass, trying to scare me. Excuse me while I just go cry in the corner because of how scared I am. You know Niall, you walk around acting like the big man, but I know deep inside, hidden away, is just an innocent boy. You locked him away a long time ago, because of reasons that probably very little people know. You go around thinking you can read everyone like a book perfectly. Well, I'll tell you something, you should probably make sure that your own book isn't left wide open for everyone else to see. You think I'm scared of you, but I'm not. I've probably experienced worse things than you can imagine, but I won't put you through hearing all of that, I mean who wants to hear the innocent Demi's sob story. I'll tell you one thing though Niall, I'm a lot stronger than you think and hell it'll take a lot for you to even come close to scaring me." I was so shocked, how could someone so innocent looking, be so strong with her words. Part of me wanted to know what she meant when she said she'd probably experienced worse things than I can imagine, while the other part of me was telling me that I probably didn't want to know.

How does she know that about me, how does she know that I've locked up any innocent part of me. How can she read me so well? Again all these questions I wanted to ask her, but I just wanted to get out of there. "Whatever I'm out of here, see ya Demi" With that I walked out of her house, I just wanted to get back home and sleep, I was tired and well battered and bruised. I was still in a bit of pain, but Demi did do a pretty good job at bandaging me up, she seemed as if she knew exactly what she was doing, like she'd done it many times before.