Badass Horan

Chapter 6

*Juliet's POV*

"I didn't even mean it. I don't know why I said it. Just please forgive me. Please?" I begged looking up at him with pleading eyes.

What he did next actually shocked me.

He slapped me. I fell to the floor, with tears in my eyes. My hand holding my stinging cheek. "I said you don't belong here." He growled and walked away. (a.n aha ;) you didn't think I'd actually make them kiss, did you? It's only the 6th chapter)

I broke down crying. I can't believe he just slapped me. I continued to cry. I just lost Niall. He hates me. Niall actually hates me. Hates me so much, he actually slapped me.

Why am I so stupid? Why would I say that about him? Niall's is a real nice guy. You just need to get to know him. People know him because of something he did and judge him on it. But he does what he does for a reason. A reason I don't know yet. But Niall actually has a big heart.

When you take the time to know him, you's know the good side of him. Like how he secretly donates clothes and toys to the children's hospital for cancer patients. Or how he once gave a homeless man his jacket during the worst snow storm in London. He had to walk thirty minutes in nothin but a t-shirt and jeans through the storm to get back to his house.

Niall's a giving person. But he doesn't show it because he doesn't want others taking advantage of him.

And now I ruined ever having the chance of becoming good friends with Niall. I ruined everything. My stupid lie messed it up. Ever since my first lie, I lied again. And again. Soon I'll be wrapped up in a web of lies.

I pulled myself up from the floor. My tears still freely streaming down my face. I walked out of the gym.

I decided to go get some Ben & Jerry's. their ice cream always makes me feel better. "Can I get a cookie dough ice cream?" I asked the man behind the cash register.

"Of course. Coming right up." He said.

I waited for him to get my ice cream. "Here you go. That'll be 3.75." He said. I handed him the money.

"Thank you." I said. I got a spoon and went to take a seat. I sat there alone. Eating my Ben & Jerry's. just thinking about what just happened. I hate myself for doing that.

I just sat there thinking. "Mind if I sit here dear?" An elderly woman asked pointing to the seat.

"Of course not. Go right ahead." I said.

"I could tell you have a lot on your mind." She said taking a scoop of her ice cream. "I can help you I you like."

"It's alright. I don't want to burden you-"

"No deary. It's fine, I don't mind at all." She said.

"Okay well. I know this guy. But i'm not actually supposed to be seen with him. So I denied ever knowing him to my friends right in front of him. And then said something's that hurt. But when I tried to talk to him he just left me" I said, excluding the slapping part. I felt more tears in my eyes.

"I've been in a situation like that when I was your age." She said.

"Really?" I asked

She nodded. "Really. His name was Christopher Ryder. He was the town rebel, and I was the town saint. I got to know him but said some hurtful things. What I regret is I didn't go after him when he left. Who knows what would've happened. For all I know he could've been the one for me. I shouldn't have left him just because of what society thought." She said.

"Wow. That's basically like mine. Only with Niall Horan. Except the 'he's the one part.'" I said.

"Talk to him. Don't give up until he forgives you. You never know. He just might be. The world works in mysterious ways." She said. "I better get going."