Fallen (A Niall Horan love Story)

Chapter 5

As I was power walking up the steps at the front of my home with my clenched fist resting in the pockets of my thin hoodie, I looked down from the brown ‘welcome’ mat and reached for the key under it and entered inside, racing up the stairs. Once I was in my room, I slammed the door shut and took off my hoodie with force, chucking it on the other side of the room, the same with my phone and wallet.

“Violet?” my father had called from downstairs.

“What?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed ready for a nap.

“Did you get the eggs?”

“Yes!” I called out, arranging my pillows to be more comfortable. Once I had found my comfort spot, my eyelids were beginning to drop until he entered my room.

“Well, I would appreciate it if you made them for dinner instead. You can go out afterwards if you want.” Dad insisted. I rolled around to see a body hard as a rock, but a face soft as a marshmallow. What had gotten into him?

“No, no. I’m good, thanks –“ As I was saying this, I was rubbing my temples to relax the headache that was breaking though. My eyes were staring at any place in the room but him. Looking over where I placed my hoodie over onto the floor with my stuff panic had washed all over me. The plastic grey bags, the ones filled with my candy and eggs they weren’t there. I must of left them at the café’ when I was arguing with Zayn. Shit. Dad was acting nice, I haven’t seen this side from him in such a long time, since mum left. I don’t want to go back to our old ways.

 “-Actually, you know what. I might gout for another walk, thank you. “ My legs had swung over the bed, along with grabbing my thin hoodie and putting it on again. “You look tired, maybe you should go and take nap, Dad.” I offered, just so he wouldn’t see me sneak in the groceries. He bought it.

“Yeah, I was up all night. I’ll see you at dinner.”

I faked a small smile and pretended to grab some things from my desk, just until I heard him close his bedroom door. After I heard the quiet thump, I ambled out of my room and jogged down the stairs; frightened my dad will find out that I screwed up again. I was so caught up in my thoughts – especially wit the whole Zayn thing, I flung the front door right open. I didn’t even see a person their and I almost barged right into them. Luckily they took a few steps back and had their backside facing me; otherwise I would of hit them.

“Oh my gosh!” I gasped, startled at their presence. Nobody really visits our home ever since mum left. So this was a surprise. “Are you okay? I didn’t expect you to be there! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” Before I could say anymore, blabbing on like an idiot, the person turned around and laughed.

“What? I help you and you pay me back by almost running me over? That’s fine!” he said, with that memorizing accent of his.

“Niall?” I said in disbelief. What was he doing here? How did he know where I lived? I closed the door behind me and folded my arms, trying to look intimidating. “What are you doing here?” I snapped. His smile had changed into a weary smirk.

“Well, I was walking down the street of Cheshire road, and then I saw you with your boyfriend and you guys got up and left, leaving what you got from the shops. So, I bought them here for you!” He simply said, sounding so casual about stalking me. He raised the bags in his hand as he was smiling proudly of his accomplishment. He was so cute.

“How did you know where I lived?” His face dropped. Was he stalking me?

“Um, I, erm, I asked for directions. I hope you don’t mind…” Our conversation had died out, and was at the point where he awkwardly passed my groceries to me. I had taken them out of his hands, and left them at the front door.