She's Mine.

Pre Funerals, Fashion and Fights

*Sydney's P.O.V*

*a couple of weeks later*

*word of warning, this chapter made me cry a tiny bit*

Once I had finished getting ready, Niall and I drove down to Lias'. Lias' was a good quality. It's where the rest of my family are. Mum, dad, Chatlie and Megan, everyone, and now Becki and Pacei.

When Niall pulled into the car park, a very old but stern looking man came up to my window. I hopped out of the car and he came closer. "Sydney... Scott?". Rude much, I could here the sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes, and you are.."

"Mr.David Lee. The finest member on Lias' you will ever see. You're late, for you own family's funeral". He was all levels of rude, wait, yup there was attitude in there as well. #Rudeittude. "This way".

David Lee led us down a long corridor. I told Niall to stay outside the room. David and I went into a very grand room. It had wooden flooring and a big glass chandler on the ceiling. In the room were five big coffins, and a smaller baby sized one. Megan's. I yanked out a tissue from my clutch. I walked over to the coffins and ran my fingers over them. "Where did it all go wrong hey?" I asked the coffin labeled 'Mother'. "You, Megs and dad. Chatlie. then Pacei. Becki as well, but not family as much as you. Mum, come back? I miss you and dad so much. I miss your terrible cooking skills and the weird obsession with frog socks. I miss your hugs. I just want you to hold me tight in your arms and never let go. Never ever ever, because I was your little girl. I changed after you went. I quit school, and went through depression and eating disorders. Come back mummy. Please? For me? You don't know how hard it is now without anybody". Tears were streaming down my face. David Lee had left, I don't know when. The door creaked open and Niall came in. "come here". Niall cooed. He pulled me into a big bear hug. We stood there for a few minutes. Just, enjoying each others comfort. We thanked Mr.David Lee for letting me see my family before they were buried. "Wanna go home baby?" Ni asked in the car. "Do we have to?"

"We can do what ever princess"

"Can we go to your job?" I questioned.

"That's way too far awa-" Niall exclaimed.

"No no no. Boxing". Niall studied his shoes for a minute or two and looked up with a smile. Ear to ear. "I've got a match tonight, ill get my chauffeur to pick you up. Yeah?"

"Yeah! I can't wait!"

Niall drove us back home. As I walked into my room, on my bed, my iPhone rang. Phone call:

Caller: Hello?

Sydney: Hi, who is this?

Caller: Right now? You don't need to know that. All you need to know is that Niall can't protect you forever. Some day someone is going to come for you.

Sydney: Uh... wh... how?... me... is.. What?

Caller:Just watch out

The line went dead after that. Who was that person? And how did they get my freakin number? "Who was that?". A Irish accent rang through my ears. "Oh.. err.. I just keep getting these calls, is nothing though". I sighed.

"What sort of calls?!". Niall had walked over and sat next to me on my bed. His crystal blue eyes hypnotised me. "It's just someone saying watch out and stuff, but it's nothing". I shrugged. Niall wasn't convinced but he told be to be ready by half seven and ill be picked up at quarter to eight. I ran a cold shower and jumped in. After, I moisturised, wrapped a towel around my bare body and walked into my walk in wardrobe. Casual? Casual Dress? Evening gown? Mini dress? Summer? Or Autumn? I knew what to do. "MR LOUIS TOMLINSON!". Within seconds Louis was in my room. "What's the matter? First aid kit? Or hospital?" Lou panted. "I don't know what to wear" I whined.

"Oh gurl! Im here for you babe, event?"

"Boxing with Niall" Louis looked around for a minute and finally pulled out a black and white mini dress. I went behind the curtain and tried it on. "Another successful Tailor Tomlinson moment!" I shrieked. I came our wearing the mini. "LADS!" Louis yelled down. Harry, Liam and Zayn stepped in and helped. "Harry, hair. Liam make up. And Zayn, accessories and shoes". Liam sat me down on a pink puff. He started on plucking my eyebrows. Whilst Harry brushed my hair. Zayn had slipped black heels on my feet with a silver anklet and matching earrings.

Once the boys had finished I was literally fashionably late. The limo had been outside for ten-fifteen minutes now and the driver was getting impatient. Me and the boys boarded the car and we were off!

Once we arrived, there were fans everywhere. Security just about held them back. Niall really was a famous boxer then. Me, Louis, Liam, Harry and Zayn all walked through the centre of fans into the big hall. There was a big boxing ring in the middle, with around about, 250 chairs surrounding it. There were two groups of people, at each end of the hall. The home and away team I guess. Zayn held my hand and everyone walked up to a big VIP box at the top. Just in time. Fans raced to their seats, waiting for Niall to come out.

A mid 40s looking man came onto the ring and the lights dimmed. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Bricks Centre!". He roared. Wow! His voice was ten times deeper than Harry's. The fans went wild.

"Tonight we have a treat! The end of the National, and the winner will be crowned! One fight tonight. Only one? You ask, only one! Only because, we have two undefeated champions, whom have never met, seen, or boxed each other before! So everybody please welcome the Home team, with only Mr. Niall Horan!". The ref pointed to the first entrance, Niall walked out and held his hands up to the crown that was crazy. Niall stood in the ring as calm as fuck, when 'Ray MisGetta' walked on. Ray was a big bulked up old man. Niall was a toned young man.

Louis, Liam and Zayn had left because of 'work'. Harry knew I was scared. I mean, I done martial arts as a kid, so I knew what pain was, but this was another level. On the edge of death sort of pain.

Niall was getting his arse handed to him on a plate. Oh god.

*Niall's P.O.V*

I was ok, but my body had given in. Punch after punch, I would give a little spit and blood. I was fine, it wasn't the first time I had been beaten up. I would always get up and beat him. Not today. I laid still on the ground. Not moving, hardly breathing. Is this what it feels like before death? "Call off! Now ladies and gentlemen, I was lying! There is going to be another fight. The boxers get to choose out of the box who can wrestle the opponents box. Box. V Box." As the crowd screamed, I dragged myself up. "Niall who do you choose". The ref spoke. He handed me a walkie talkie, which was connected to my box. "Are you sure?". I asked Sydney. "Yep". I handed the talkie back to the ref.

"As you're taking a girl, bring Nikki on!" I stepped off the ring and went into the box with Harry.

*Sydney's P.O.V*

What have I done.