Picking Up the Pieces: A Dark Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Crazy in Love

"Niall you are over reacting." I say shaking my head at the ground.

"You don't understand do you?" He says running his fingers through his blonde hair, causing it to go wild but I still looks perfect. "I love you Charlie and seeing other guys look at you like that kills me. Any minute I feel that you will just run off with one of them."

"Niall." I step towards him but he steps back. "I am not going to leave you. I love you too and nothing is going to change that." I step towards him and this time he doesn't step away. I place my hands on his shoulders. I stand on my tippy toes to reach his lips because he is too stubborn to come to me. I press my lips against his and he finally gives in, wraping his arm around my back and pulling me closer to his chest.

"Get dressed." He orders me once our lips part.

"Excuse me?"

"As much as I would like to see you out of those clothes." He sighs heavily. "I would like to go downstairs and I am not having them staring at you again."

"Fine." I gather my clothes from the floor. I pull my tight jeans on, doing a little dance to get them up my legs. I grab my shirt and pull in over my head. "Good enough for you?" I look at Niall who is looking as my ass.

"Can we just fuck again?" He whines, pulling me close.

"No." I leave his grasp. "I-i'm sore." I say, embarrassed. I stare at the ground so I don't have to look at the grin on Niall's face.

He lifts my head to look at him. There isn't a girn, just a blank line formed by his lips. "Nothing to be embarrassed about. I am sorry I hurt you love."

"It is a good hurt though." I give him a fake smile.

He takes my hand in his and leads me down stairs. Niall sits on the chair and I sit on the couch next to Louis. I can tell that Niall is upset I didn't sit with him but we don't always have to be together.

Louis is focused on the T.V. screen playing FIFA with a controller in hand. He pauses the game and turns to me.

"How is it going Charlie?" He tilts his head to the side with a big grin on his face.

"It's been great Louis." I nod but the silence makes me uncomfortable. "Can I play?" I say, pointing towards to the TV.

"If you are in the mood to lose!" Louis hands me a controller and starts a new game.

I have no clue what I am doing so I just try my best to get the ball in the goal. After a few minutes of playing my player steals the ball away from Louis and runs down the field, dodging players left and right, to finally make my first goal.

"HA!" I jump up cheering myself.

"You realizes it to 4 to 1 right." Louis chuckles.

"Yes." I say with a big grin on my face. "But I am just happy I scored." I sit back down and Harry comes in and sits next to me.

"Nice one Charlie." I smile at him. I look over at Niall to see his jaw clenched, glaring at Harry.

"Charlie." Everyone turns to Niall "Come sit with me love." He tries his best to stay calm but the anger is obvious.

"Okay." I don't want to cause a scene so I get up from my seat next to Harry and sit on Niall's lap. He snakes his arm around my waist pulling me close. Gripping my hips tight.

"Another round?" Louis asks me, canceling the silence.

"I'll play." Niall takes to controller from my hand.

"But you are rubbish at FIFA. You hate it." Louis laughs.

"I said I wanted to play." He narrows his eyes at Louis.

"I think I will too." Louis hands Harry the controller.

"Fuck this." Niall stands up, causing me to stumble a little but he catches my arm.

"Come on mate." Louis stands up. "You guys have been friends for a while. Just let it go."

Harry sits silent of the couch. "I am not going to let it go when Harry is trying to fuck my girlfriend." Niall snaps.

"Niall!" I turn to stand in front of him but his eyes are still stuck on Harry.

"Mate." Harry stands up off the couch. "We are just friends."

"Charlie might be naive but I know better." He puffs out his chest slightly and steps forward, pressing me between him and Harry. "You know you still want her mate, but you can't have her."

Harry cheeks flare red, but his jaw is clenched. "It's not like that."

"I think it is." He grins evilly. "And I suggest you back up before I fuck up your face more than it already is."

"Niall!" I push him back at his chest and grab his wrist. "Come with me!" I try to drag him out the door but he doesn't budge. "I said come with me." I narrow my eyes at him.

I drag him outside and smack the back of his head. "What the hell was that Niall!" I cross my arms across my chest.

"You know it's true Charlie!" He gets in my face. "How can you be so stupid!?"

"I am not stupid!" He rolls his eyes at me. "I would like to have friends, Niall."

"You have Iris and Louis. Not Harry."

"You can't control who I am friends with Niall." I look around the yard but there is no one in site. "I think it is time for me to go. It's getting late." I shake my head, making my way for the sidewalk.

"I'll go with you." He follows me.

"No Niall." I place my hand on his hard chest, stopping him. "I need to go home. Without you."

"Fuck that." He scuffs "I am not letting you walk home in the dark by yourself. There are some real creepers on this campus."

"Fine." I quicken my speed. "But only home. After that you need to leave."

"We will see if that is true when we get back to your place." He smirks down at me. He makes it so hard for me to mad at him.

The walk goes by what seems like hours, with small touches from Niall here and there, we finally make it to my place.

I rush up the front stairs but Niall grabs my arm, "Why must you be so stubborn?"

"Why must you be such a dick?" I snap at Niall.

"Come on Charlie." He caresses my arm. "I am just a little protective. You know I love you."

"If you love me so much then why can't you trust me?"

"I do trust you."

"Then why does it matter if I am friends with Harry?" I raise my hands in the air.

"It is him I don't trust. I have known Harry for a while now and his intentions aren't just being friends Charlie."

"Dear god Niall. You are crazy!"

"Crazy in love." His cheeks flare red.

I can't hold back my giggles. "God that was cheesy! Did, the Niall Horan, I know just say that?"

"Shut up." He stares at the ground. "It was the first thing that came to mind. I couldn't think of anything better."

"Goodnight Niall." I stand on my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. I turn around and head towards the front door.

"That's it!" He yells from behind me.

"I have to keep you coming back for more right?" I tease.

"Can I please just come up with you?" Niall runs up the stairs and grabs my waist. "I don't want to leave you."