Fight For Her || n.h

Chapter 3 - "Ever since senior year."

Picture of Niall.

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Previously in chapter 2:
"You're not here alone, are you?"

God I swear I've heard his voice before

He walked around the counter and came closer. I looked up at him and felt my heart skip a beat.

"Niall?"

He looked down at his chest, pulling in his shirt a bit to see if he was wearing his nametag or something. Then our eyes met and it took him a couple of seconds to realise who was standing in front of him.

"Olivia... What the hell are you doing here?"

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December 16, 2018

"I live here, remember? Or do you mean here at the bar? In that case, drinking."

"Again, you're not here alone, are you?" He asked.

"Of course not." I muttered.

He looked around us, and then sighed.

"Looks like it. Do you want me to call for a taxi?"

"Call Marcus." I said, sitting up on the barstool again.

"And who's that? Your new driver?" He mumbled and pulled out his phone.

"My boyfriend."

He glanced up for a second.

"I thought you moved to Ireland." I said, but he didn't answer.

He pressed his phone against his ear and looked to his left, where the other guy came walking, without Chloe.

"I think your friend left. There was no one in there." The guy said.

She's on the second floor, idiot

"Keep looking. We can't leave her like this." Niall told the guy, before hanging up the phone without getting an answer from the person he was calling.

"Who were you here with?" He asked, once the other guy headed upstairs.

"Chloe, Vicky and Zara." I said, reaching for the water glass again.

I thought I'd never see him again

"Zara, as in Zara Evans?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. "She also lives here?"

"She's my roommate." I said, leaning my head against the counter again. "This is so cold, I like it." I giggled.

"Let's go." He suddenly said, roughly grabbing onto my elbow. He forced me off the chair, but I yanked my arm back.

"I can't let you go home in this condition."

"I'm fine." I muttered, pulling down my dress a bit. "I can take care of myself. I'm a different person now."

He took off his jacket again and wrapped it around me, not even letting me put my arms into the sleeves, and pulled up the zipper so I couldn't get it off.

"Even though we haven't spoken in two years, it doesn't mean I won't look after you. You're sleeping at my place tonight."

"I don't want to." I said.

"You've got no choice. I'll text Zara so she won't be worried and we'll go down here tomorrow so you can get your jacket. Come on, I live just down the street."