Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 18

*Sarah’s POV*

Niall started running to the lift, trying to get in. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was going to do when I saw him, so i didn’t try to stop the lift. Literally right as he was about to get into the lift the doors closed. I wasn’t able to hit the floor I wanted fast enough. The doors opened and in walked Niall.

I swallowed and hit a random floor number. “Sarah,” He said softly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” I replied quickly.

“Bullshit” He responded.

I turned and faced him straight on. “I’m telling you it’s nothing Niall! Just drop it okay?” I told him.

“No.” Niall pushed past me and hit the fire button. This caused the elevator to come to a jerking halt. “Now tell me what is going on.”

I started looking all over the place, at him, and at the buttons. “Did you just stop this elevator?” Well no shit sherlock. That was a very stupid question.

He gave me the are you kidding me eyes. “Yes”

“Why?” I asked him. I really didn’t like where this was going.

“You wouldn’t just come an try to talk to me for no reason. And plus it looks like there is something on your mind.” He stepped closer to me. I stepped back and now my back was pinned against the back of the elevator.

“That’s the dumbest thing you have ever done Horan.” I said, desperately trying to sound confident. I don’t think I did too good.

Niall put his hands on either side of my head, effectively pinning me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Come on Sar, just tell me what is wrong.” And then he stepped back.

He was going to find out eventually, it might be easier just to tell him now. “Zayn, Keaton, you, the wedding, my life basically.” Niall seemed surprised that I actually told him.

Niall opened up his arms and said “Come ‘ere.” I ran into his awaiting arms, missing his familiarity. He left me waiting for him to come back, but he never did. I was still mad at him for that, but I might as well enjoy him while he is here.

“I missed you Niall.” I mumbled into his shirt.

“I missed you too Sarah.” He whispered above my head, his chin resting on the top of my head.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at you.” I pulled back slightly so he heard me clearly.

“I know,” Niall replied. “But before you go back to being mad at me, let’s talk about your life.”

I slid down the side of the elevator and Niall mimicked my actions. “Did you hear about Zayn and I’s wedding?”

Niall nodded.

“I don’t want to get married to him. I want to never see his face again or destroy him. I want nothing to do with him. And then boom, your back, he’s back, and Zayn and I are getting married in four days. What if he beats me again, what if he rapes me, what if?” I slightly ranted.

“And you said something about a guy named Keaton...?” Niall tried to keep the conversation going.

“I don’t know what up with him. One second, he’s being all nice, helping me destroy zayn,” Niall snorted, “And then he doesn’t want anything to do with me. I’m not going to lie, I’m confused. All I did was kiss his cheek.”

“Did he say anything about PDA?” Niall asked.

“He just said he wanted to keep things physical and not do all the mushy gushy stuff.” I explained.