miserable // n.h

Chapter 12

•• Niall's POV ••

I jumped into my car and started to drive down the road. I drove a bit over the speed limit, but I doubt anyone would notice at 4am.

I'm not sure what shocked me most, the fact that she called me, or the fact that she was in jail. I don't even have an idea of what she could've done to get put in there, she's the sweetest girl I know.

Maybe her calling me was a way of showing that she needed me. Maybe she called me because she felt safer when I was around. I highly doubt that though, I blew any chance of that a few nights ago.

I've only known Daisy for eight days, and I can't help but fall for her more each of them. She was special, I knew that. I haven't really been seeing anyone these past 3 years, but she's an exception. I'm not sure which one of her features were more captivating.

She had beautiful eyes, they were a inhuman color. They were such a bright blue, you could see them even if it was pitch black.

Her lips were amazing too. They were full and super soft, they were kissable. They were always light pink, making her look beautiful.

I didn't even notice as I turned a corner, approaching the police station. My heartbeat started to speed up along with the car. Anxious to see her, I sloppily parked the car, taking the keys and rushing out. I ran up the steps, pushing the glass doors open.

"Excuse me?" I called over to the lady at the front desk, walking towards her. She looked up at me, her glasses falling onto the bridge of her nose.

"Yes," She implied, rather rudely.

"I'm here for Daisy Willow," I said, eyeing the lip stick that was smeared all over her lips. She nodded picking up the phone and signaling for me to take a seat. I sighed walking over towards the chairs, but decided against it and leaned on the wall. I bit at the skin around my nails, a bad habit I've carried with me since grade school. It was something I usually did when I was nervous.

Hearing a door slam shut, my head bolted up. There she was, her dark hair was covering half of her face as the officer practically pushed her around. He treated her so carelessly, causing my blood to boil. That's when I noticed she was only in her pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie. The pajama shorts were way to short in my opinion, but who's complaining.

Her gaze met mine, and her eyes widened. She did something I didn't really expect from her. She harshly pulled her arms out of the mans grip, sprinting over to me. I opened my arms, taking her into my chest. Her body met mine, and that was all I needed to know that we were okay.

"I've missed you so much," She mumbled into my chest, holding tightly onto my leather jacket.

"I could say the same." I whispered rubbing her back. I didn't notice she was crying until a tear fell onto my neck. "Why are you crying?" I asked, worried.

"I thought you weren't gonna come for me," She sniffed.

"I would never leave you anywhere," I soothed her. She pulled her face out of my chest, looking up into my eyes. My blue eyes burned back into hers. Next thing I knew was that she slammed her lips onto mine, gripping my hair into her small hands. I pulled her closer to me by the small of her back, moving my lips along with her in a much needed kiss.

Like I said earlier, her lips were super soft, even in the cold weather of December. I couldn't see her eyes though, they dropped closed along with mine.

"Kid, enough with the kissing! You need to sign these papers." The officer scolded us. I pulled my face away from hers, placing one last kiss on her forehead before walking back over to the desk.