Through The Dark (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Niall's P.O.V.

I noticed her right away. The only thing different about her, was that she looked emptier, smaller, more scared.

I knew it was her, even though I couldn't see her face.

She had her uneven black, curly hair cut to her shoulders, a loose-fitting sweater that she yanked down to her fingertips. Her thumb and index finger were pressed to her lips, mindlessly playing with them; a habit of hers I had picked up on. The motion made her look scared and helpless; I hated it.

She laughed as her friend made a joke, but she wasn't present in the conversation.

Before security could stop me, I weaved my way through the crowd of fans. I ignored the shouts, but the screaming caught her attention.

She turned to face me, her expression unreadable.

I nodded to her friends before stealing her away.

I tried to smile while looking down at her, but it came out more sympathetic than happy.

I took the hand that wasn't occupied by her lips and dug my way out of the crowd, her right behind me.

I ignored the body guards, a hand was placed across my abdomen, but I shoved it off, leading her away from the staring eyes. I knew she hated attention.

I had only met her once before this, but I felt like I knew her from head to toe, yet I didn't know one thing about her life story.

I exited the room, moving out of the CD signing area, and walked around the hallway until finding a room.

I pushed through the door, her bony, small hand still threaded in mine.

I held it open for her and closed it after she entered.

Luckily, the walk-in-closet-sized dressing room had no one inside of it.

I let go of her hand. I looked her over for a minute, her scared empty face staring up at mine.

I wrapped her in a hug, her thin arms paralized between our pressing bodies, "Aubree."

Aubree's P.O.V.

I was waiting in line. Again. Believe it or not, no matter how (secretly) much I loved the five boys that sat in folded metal chairs only meters away from me, and no matter how much I wanted to see Niall again, have him hug me, saying it would be alright, I didn't want to be here.

I didn't want to be faking this smile and laughing at Marlene's jokes, even though they were funny. My laugh, excluding my smile, was something I almost never faked. I would laugh at anything. Everything. It's just who I was; I couldn't help it.

And I sort of hated that. My laugh. It was loud and gross and often. And it drew all eyes on me.

Losing my train of thought, the pretty girls all around me broke out in phandemonium.

"Niall!"

"Oh my gosh, Niall!"

"Can I have a Horan hug?"

Flashes went off as girls desperately tried to get pictures with Niall Horan.

But I turned around slowly to see that he was paying them no attention; his eyes were focused on me as he professionally cut through the crowd as though he had done it millions of times.

Well, I guess he had.

My friends gaped at him, not believing that he was walking towards me. Despite the fact that Marlene, Payton and I had gathered in one of our living rooms with Harry and Niall before.