Forgotten (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

Charlie's POV

"My mind was flooded with thoughts of him but unfortunately I couldn't swim." Niall read off the wall. My cheeks burned, I don't know how I feel about him seeing the one place thats truly me. Poetry, records, music, CDs, movies, books, he's seeing it all.

"Is that about anyone special?" He interrupted my thoughts. I shook my head. Niall's eyes scanned the walls, "but when you're gone, who will save me then?" He read. The words coming out of his mouth were foreign to him. There is no meaning to any of these black words written on the pale blue. The words that I would scribble onto the wall when I was at my worst. Screaming, crying, alone. He doesn't get it. I walked silently into my closet, slipping on sweats and a t-shirt before emerging again to see Niall rummaging through my records.

"Bruce Springsteen?" He asked. I nodded. "I haven't heard him." He said. My jaw dropped. How could he not have heard of the legend Bruce Springsteen. My childhood, his music is so familiar. I grabbed the record Born to Run and shook my head at him before placing it into the record player on my desk.

"I'm going to put on one of my favorites." I said. I heard the familiar start of Jungleland. "The rangers had a home coming... In Harlem late last night..." I sang. As the song progressed I laid on my bed, belting out louder, "tonight... in... jun...gle...LAND..." I knew every word every saxophone note every word that Bruce sang and the band played. Niall watched with a smile placed on his face. He broke into a laugh. "I knew who Bruce is," he yelled over Clarence's saxophone solo. "I just wanted to hear you sing it." He laughed even harder to himself.

"Hey!" I yelped, not able to control the giggles falling from my lips. "You suck." I said through laughs. He just smiled, his tongue darted out to wet his lips. The patter of feet was heard down the hall.

"Who is that?" He asked quickly. His words tumbling from his mouth.

"Thats just Duke." I reassured him. The jingling of his collar was heard as he happily patted through the halls. He uses his nose to push open the door. His tail wiggled and he licked his lips and showed all his teeth as he saw me like he was smiling.

Niall's POV

I watched her face light up when she saw him. This fluffy black and white puppy climbed into her lap when she sat, licking her face and curling up in her lap.

"Dukey!" she yipped as she buried her face in his fur. Her smile has widened so much since he has been here, she really loves this dog. Duke nudged her arm with his nose, lifting it so she would pet him again, so she did, with a wide smile. "Go see Niall." She said, pointing at me. The dog turned looking at me, finally acknowledging I was in the room. He skipped over to me and put his paws on my thighs.

"Oh Duke get down." She laughed. Charlie patted the spot next to her, i walked over and the dog followed. We sat with our arms brushing, but she was more focused on Duke then me.

"Duke come ere boy." I called, he crawled into my lap with his big brown eyes peering up at me. Thats what Charlie's eyes are like. Puppy eyes. So sad, innocent, and can make you do just about anything. I put my face down near the dog's. His response was licking me all over. I don't mind, this dog is sweet.

"Alright, alright." I said with a chuckle, trying to get him to stop licking me. She laughed at me, pulling the dog into her lap and scolding him in a high pitched baby voice. The puppy jumped off her lap and skipped out of the room, his tail fluffing behind him. "So..." I said, turning to face her, a smirk dancing on my lips.

"You are so weird." She laughed before connecting her lips with mine. I could taste her familiar minty flavor on my tongue. I felt her heart increase speed under the touch of my fingertips running over her jawline. She climbed over to me, straddling my legs with her own, she was taking full control and I love it. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the kiss deepened. Why is there such a sudden change in attitude? She didn't want anything to do with me before. She moved her thigh in between mine. Her knee placing pressure in the perfect area. A groan escaped my lips. My breaths falling exasperatedly, and uneven.

"Sorry." She squeaked and pulled away.

"Do it again." I groaned. And a smile appeared on her lips before kissing me again. She put her hand on my crotch and applied pressure. Her mouth swallowed the groans on my lips. Her fingers gripped my hair. Tugging on the roots as our tongues wrestled together. My lips traced her jawline going down her neck to her chest, gently leaving little butterfly kisses.

"You should go." She panted. I rolled us over. She laid under me with her hair sprawled on the hardwood. Does she want me to go?

No. Why would she kiss me first? Is she using me?

"Why?" I questioned. Her puppy eyes were wide and frantic. I leaned my hips onto hers and held her wrists above her head. I watched her lips formed the most disgusting words in the universe.

"I don't like you." Charlie said slowly. Her eyebrows creased like it was a question.

"What the fuck?" I yelled as I stood up, Charlie following close behind.

"Dont make me say it again." She whispered, looking at the floor.

"Tell me Charlie." I whispered.

Charlie's POV

"Tell me Charlie." He whispered. I can't help the tears forming in my eyes as I try and say the most difficult thing in the world.

The one boy who has tried to get close to me. I keep pushing away. He is better then me. He DESERVES better.

My lips are trying to form the words my mind is telling me to say but my heart begging not to.

"You deserve better then me, better then this." I said, gesturing to the room around me.

"Who said I want better?" He said taking a step closer to me. "I want you." He whispered before backing me into a wall and planted his lips lightly on mine.

His kiss was gentle. Soothing, he rested his hand on my hip holding me in place, but it was sweet and not rough or intense. It was slow and passionate. I love it. He pulled away slowly. His ice blue eyes burning into mine, he moved the piece of hair that I let fall into my face.

"I understand you princess." He purred. Princess, that makes me want to melt. His accent and the words rolling of his tongue so smooth and calm make me feel fuzzy and warm. What does he understand? Why I say no? What is it he is getting?

"What are you understanding?" I whispered. Connecting our eyes. I felt his hand slip into my back pocket. I pulled my lip between my teeth.

"Why you push me away." He answered placing his lips just below my ear.

"I don't think you are understanding what you are getting yourself into. I am alone for a reason, I am better that way." I choked out. The last part sounded like a plea.

"Thats because that is all you know, give me a chance." He told me.

"Goodbye Niall." I said, turning my face so he couldn't see the tear rolling down my cheek. His face fell, as I opened the door and watched him walk out. When I heard the front door slam I walked to the window watching him angrily climb into his car and punch the steering wheel. He put his head in his hands, I saw tears roll down his cheeks. I moved away from the window and collapsed on my bed. I can't take him. I screamed into my pillow, crying, yelling, doing everything I can because he is still planted in my mind.

I miss him already. That sly smirk, his ice blue eyes. I'm an idiot. That boy makes me want to cry and smile at the same time. I grabbed the black sharpie marker off my desk and scribbled words above my pillow on the ceiling.

"He loves her, her wants to save her, but even himself, cannot save her from her greatest enemy; herself."

And then under it

"He kind of reminds me of the ocean, because I'm afraid to know him, and I'm afraid not to."

I flicked the light switch off, curled into a ball on my bed, and sobbed, an when I finally fell asleep, my dreams were filled with drowning under the ice blue waves in the ocean. And the last thing I saw before I was pulled under, are piercing eyes staring back at me, and a smirk placed lightly on perfect lips.