That Rich Kid (Niall Horan)

Chapter 7

Ava's P.O.V
"Get out of my house!," I yelled, pushing Niall and making the distance between us further than before. I broke the kiss. My first kiss was stolen by a person who I hated. He held my left hand tightly. Very tight like I couldn't let it go. I tried to let it free but he was stronger than me. He came closer,hugging me vigorously. I kept on crying. Tears streaming down my face. Sobbing. He hugged me. 'That Rich Kid' hugged me. 'That Rich Kid' kissed me. He was drunk.

"Get out!!!," I yelled louder. Pushing him harder. He was shocked. He didn't hug me anymore. As I cried, he was still here staring at my face. Niall James Horan. What the fuck did you want?. I hated you!!!

"Relax... Take a deep breath," he said, whispering into my ear. He came closer, playing with my hair. Wiping my tears like it was okay to calm the person who he used to disturb every single day. He placed his hand on my face, looking into my eyes again.

"Didn't you say that you're always with me.," he repeated these words again, making me cry harder. The statement he said before he kissed me. I didn't stop sobbing. My eyes were very red even though I couldn't see them but I could predict how they looked.

"So am I," he whispered.

"I'm always with you," he said.

"Get out!!!! Get out!!!! Get out!!!!," I screamed, hitting him with a pillow  which was next to me. I hit him as hard as I could. All I could say was 'get out'. I couldn't say any other words anymore.

Remembering the memories between us was very painful. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him!. How could he come to my house all of a sudden? On a rainy day! And said he needed me?!.

"Get out!!!!!!!!!!," I screamed as loud as I could. This time, it was really loud. He finally stood up from the couch. He left me. As he left me, I saw tears running down from his eyes. He cried. I cried. The sky also cried. He ran in the rain and I witnessed it from inside as he left the house with the door open widely.

I still cried. I couldn't stop crying. "I'm always with you," these words made me miserably hurt. I remembered the days when we fought, when we argued, when we were young. He kept on teasing me. He kept on making my life dark.

The last time when he cries in front of me was... 10 years ago.. He cried because his father died. I saw him crying and I fell sorry. I was okay with everyone. Especially him. Zayn didn't exist in my life yet. Niall was a naughty boy but he was still nice. He was an active kid. He was really good at playing soccer. After that day, he didn't join any games anymore. He became worse. His achievements decreased. Weeks later, he started to tease me. Throwing me rude words. Stealing my stuff. Poking me when I was in the class. Disturbing my days. Arguing with me. And so on. He came from a rich family. His father was a billionaire and had a successful business. After his father died, his mom ran the business and became more successful. I called him 'That Rich Kid' instead of Niall Horan. It was more specific and details.

"Ava?," Zayn who just stood in front of the door and was about to get inside, looking at me weirdly. We wanted to hang out this evening. And it was raining heavily. Suddenly, Niall came to my house, doing stupid things to me.
I couldn't talk. I kept on crying.

"Nnnniallll....," I told him only a word. A single word which defines someone's name. He left me immediately.

'I'm always with you,' for all these years you hurt me. Then you came back to see me. My days weren't complete without you. And I'm always with you.