This chapter will have a lot of flashbacks.
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*Juliet's POV*
*couple days later*
We were leaving tomorrow. after that, we can't come back for who knows how long. i was on a walk around town.
I took a seat on a park bench and thought about everything that has happened. from when I first met Niall
-Flashback-
The man who saved me crouched down to the men groaning in pain on the ground. "Next time. listen to what I say." I heard him growl. He stood back up and turned to face me. I gasped.
"N-Niall?" I asked.
"So you know my name?" He asked, more like said, smirking. "Let's go." He said pulling me away from the guys. I pulled myself from his grip.
"I need to go home." I said.
"Alone? In the dark? And cold? After what just happened?" He asked.
"Yes alone. My house isn't far from here." I said and started walking.
But Niall stopped me. "Here" he said sliding off his black leather jacket and handing it to me. "You look cold."
"I'm fine." I lied. I actually was freezing to death. He glared at me.
"I know you're lying so just take the damn jacket!" He said in an annoyed tone.
I rolled my eyes. About to turn again he grabbed my arm. "I know you're cold. So just take it or you'll get sick." He said in a softer tone.
I looked at the jacket then back at him. "But you only have a t-shirt." I said.
"I'll be fine." He said shrugging. I sighed knowing he won't let me leave until I take it. I took it from his hand and slipped in on.
"Thanks" I said. He was now walking away. "W-wait!" I shouted. He turned and looked back. "How do I give it back to you?"
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FanfictionJuliet Summers. Definition of perfect. Respectful. High grades. Christian. Very beautiful. The one all parents want their children to be like. Niall Horan. Definition bad. Drinking. Smoking. Partying. One ni...