Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 16

*Sarah’s POV*

To say this was an awkward encounter would be kind. Keaton and I stopped in our tracks like deer in a headlight. We couldn’t move towards the door anymore; everyone was looking at us.

“Well hello Zayn. Funny to see you here, aye?” I asked him. His stare went from one of shock to a menacing one.

He stomped up to me and stopped inches from my face. I couldn’t even move back; I was against the wall. “Is it your goal to ruin everything for me?” He hissed, spitting in my face.

“This might not even by my fault you know.” I tried to defend myself. Zayn wasn’t having of my bullshit tonight though.

“I’ve seen you with him Sarah. You’re going to have to be my wife soon so you might as well say goodbye to your boy toy!” He exclaimed.

This is when Perrie finally spoke up. She was being too quiet for my liking. “This is the girl you have to marry?” She questioned Zayn. With anger reflecting in his eyes, he nodded.

Perrie stepped up to me and just stared into my eyes for a minute. It seemed much longer though. I bet she was thinking about what she was going to do, but I already knew. She was going to try to slap me. She reached her hand up, but before it could make contact with my face, I grabbed her arm.

“I’m a street fighter you know. I see a little slap coming and even if you were able to hit me, it wouldn’t hurt. You’re nothing but a weakling.” I told her, tightening my grip on her arm.

Perrie cried out. “You’re, you’re hurting me!” She exclaimed.

“If you think that this hurts, then I’d duck if I were you.” Perrie looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, but that quickly changed to one of horror. My face collided with the side of her face. I heard a crack and knew I broke her nose.

The only bad thing about is that now Zayn launched himself at me. All of a sudden, I was on the ground, deflecting blows from Zayn. I would move my head just in time, and his fist would hit the ground. I wasn’t really scared; I’ve been in worse situations.

“Get the FUCK off of her!” I heard a voice, and I think it was Keaton’s, but I’m not positive. Next thing I know is that Zayn was ripped off the top of me. He was thrown to the side and someone grabbed my arm. “Run” The same voice told me.

I took this person’s advice and ran. There was a ton of chaos in the ballroom now I could slip out. But there was one thing that didn’t add up. Keaton was back in the ballroom beating the crap out of Zayn. Then who was running with me?

I stopped abruptly. The person ran into my back, making me stubbe forward. I turned around to see...

“Niall?”

*Niall’s POV*

I saw everything fold out in front of me. All of a sudden Zayn was screaming at Perrie and then he was beating the shit out a girl. I ran over and pulled Zayn off the girl. Another boy then pinned him to the ground and started to hit him.

I grabbed the girl by her wrist and told her to run. Something told me that as soon as that guy was oof of Zayn, he would be after this girl.

All of a sudden she stopped and I ran into her back. Slowly she turned around.

“Niall?” She asked me. I nodded.

“That’s my name.” I told her, “And you would be...?” I’m not going to lie she looks very similar to someone, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“You little mother fucker,” She hissed. And then I was pinned to the wall with my arms above my head, even though this girl was shorter than me.

“You just left me. No warning. There one day and gone the next. I thought that I could trust you. I thought that everything that happened between us was real. But no, you were just waiting for a chance to run back to your little boy band. And they just took you back in, and you forgot about me. I loved you, you know.” She told me. And I knew who she was now.

Sarah.

“Sarah?” I questioned her. She slowly nodded, and I noticed a tear stream down her face. I wiggle one of my hands free so I could wipe her tear off her face. “Why are your crying pretty girl?”

She laughed. “The thing is, I don’t know. I always pictured this moment when I would be bent over you, beating the crap out of you. But instead, I’m standing here crying.”

“If you want to, you can still beat the crap out of me if it makes you feel better.” I offered.

“You know, I might just take you up on that offer.” Sarah told me. She kinda scared me since she changed. She was all punkish. What happened to her?

I removed my other hand from her grasp. I then wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled my head into her neck. “You know, that isn’t true.”

“What isn’t true?” She asked me.

“I never forgot about you. I was torn Sarah, I couldn’t leave the boys, but I couldn’t leave you.” I tried to explain.

“But you chose them.” She told me, sadness evident in her voice.

“It wasn’t just my career I was leaving behind; it was theirs too. And I couldn’t do that to them. As much as I wanted just to stay there with you, I couldn’t. It just wasn’t right.”

“You could have called you know!” Sarah shouted.

“I lost your number,” i told her sheepishly.

“Lies, always lies. Just please, don’t lie straight to my face. That breaks me more than anything.” She said.

“I’m not lying though!” I exclaimed. “I just don’t have anyway to prove it.” Sarah just slowly shook her head and smiled at the ground. I knew what was coming. “But what happened after I left?” I added quickly, not wanting her to leave.

“Nothing. I changed that’s all.”

“Why does Zayn hate you?” I gently asked her.

“Well first off, I kinda ran away from him,” Sarah tried to continue, but I cut her off.

“But he beat you.” I cut in.

“Not in his mind,” She told me. “And secondly, I am the reason for Zayn and Perrie’s break up. He has to marry me.” What?

“What?”

“My mom and management made a deal, we have to be married.” She explained. Then Sarah laughed. “I come with a shit load of problems.”

Right then, I really didn’t care about her past or her problems. Her problems made her who she was.

So I kissed her. And she kissed me back.

Until someone said “You motherfucker.”

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Just FYI i wrote smut in a future chapter. I hope it doesnt sound too odd.

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