Cyberbullied

Chapter 11

Niall's P.O.V

"Where ya going?" Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Out . . . With a friend," I mumbled, opening the door, meeting the eyes of Marly. She slightly smiled and glanced at Harry, waving to him. He smiled and waved back. "I'll be back," I walked out the door with Marly. I had guessed she walked here since there wasn't a car except Harry's black range rover parked in the tiny driveway.

"How far away is it?" I asked, curiously.

"It only takes five minutes. I'm sorry that we have to walk. I don't have a car," She answered.

"It's ok. Me either," I shrugged. I didn't mind the walk. Most of the walk was silence.

"It's just down this road," She cut the silence, raising her hand to point down the road. I nodded and we kept walking. "Are you sure you wanted to come?"

"Yeah. No one really invites me to things these days . . ." I replied, slightly smiling at her. She smiled and quietly laughed. "You have a pretty laugh," I blurted out. Realizing what I had just said, I slapped my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening. This made her laugh more and it made stomach flip more.

"Thank you," She blushed deeply, although I couldn't really make out her beautiful features through the dark. "You have a pretty face," She quietly remarked. A smile appeared on my face and we walked in silence.

"So . . . I have a pretty face, aye?" I spoke.

"It sounded less weird in my head, ok!" She jokingly defended herself as we both laughed. I don't how, but she got me to laugh and actually talk more; it slightly seems odd. "Well, we are here," She announced after a 5 minute walk. I looked at the tall building, my eyes widening. She gently grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the building as she whispered, "C'mon."

I stared at her hand that had latched onto my arm. She was touching me. A girl was touching me. Not like all of those slutty girls who I had desperately attempted to hook up with in order to let everything slip from my mind. This was way different from what I'd expect. I was tempted to grab a hold of her hand; and just as I was about to do so, she let go of my arm and tapped the man in front of her.

I had looked up and realized we were already inside the building. In the corner of the my eye, the man turned around and I glanced at him. He was tall, a bit chubby I guess, he had gray hair and a bald spot on the top of his head. He flashed a wicked smile at me and held his hand out for me to shake.

"You must be Marly's friend! I'm Marly's Uncle, but you can call me Jack," He politely spoke to me as I shook his hand and smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you . . . Uh, Jack," I cleared my throat, hoping I hadn't made it ten times more awkward. I pulled my hand away from the rough handshake as I felt a bit intimidated by him. I clenched my fists to help relax my nerves, but nothing was helping.

"Well, we're going to go get a drink, lets go, Niall," Marly told her Uncle before she reattached her hand on my arm and pulled me through the big crowd. I forced myself not to stare at her hand touching my arm. I would just make her feel very uncomfortable if I suddenly grabbed her hand. Just as my eyes focused on the back of Marly's head, I watched a tall boy roughly bump shoulders with her. He stopped walking and glared at her.

"Watch where your going, cunt," He spat in her face. Somehow, that made me mad. You should never disrespect a woman like this boy had just done.

"Hey, back off," I yelled over the music, hoping he heard. Ok, before you say, "what the hell?", I'm very knew to this, I'm not really good at defending myself. But, I could defend Marly because she's really the only one who doesn't get tired of me-the lads have no choice. They can't get rid of me because I'm in the band-.