What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Four

'Niall? Is Harry here?' I asked, peering round him. 

'No. Well yes. But why do you want him?' Niall looked at me. I stopped trying to peer round and looked him dead in the eye. 

'He text Flora. Said he wanted to talk to me.' 

'No. That was me. I have to talk to you.' Niall looked concerned. 

'Really? What about?' I asked. 

'I don't think our last date went very well. Well I suppose if you could call it a date. And I wanted to apologise for the things said on Twitter. I didn't mean any of it to happen. Especially not to you. Because I really like you and.. and.' Niall stumbled, staring at the ground. 

'I like you too. I honestly don't mind. I just hate to see you beat yourself up about this. Please don't. You don't deserve this. It's not your fault. I promise. Please, Niall.' I grabbed his hands, reached over and kissed his cheek, but he wouldn't stand for that. He turned his head, and kissed me right on the lips. We were still holding hands, and his hands got tighter around mine. When the kiss was over, he leaned his head to mind, smiling happily. 

'I won't. For you.' He whispered. 

'Thank you.' I whispered, smiling. 

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I fell on my bed. My phone in one hand, my Niall bobble head in the other. I was smiling. Me and Niall were technically dating. I was dating a member of One Direction. 

I felt pretty normal though, after that. I went out with the girls, I didn't know what to tell them though. I told nobody about what happened. When Roos and Ellie asked, I just told them that Harry wanted to give me Niall's number. I think they guessed something else, though. 

It wasn't until the Saturday before we went back to school that things started getting... abnormal. 

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It was 10:00am when I was woken by my parents, screaming and shouting outside. I ran down the stairs to see what was the matter and it was the papparazi. 

'Oh no.' I mumbled. I hadn't told my mum about me and Niall so she had no idea why cameras were flashing in her face. 

'Get lost! Go!' I screamed and closed the door in their faces. 

'Carrie?! Why the heck are...?!' 

'Mum, i'm sorry. It's after I went to the signing. We got pictures. They went on the Internet. The paps thought it was obviously more than a signing. Like dating or something. It's stupid. I'm sorry.' 

'Yeah.' She mumbled and walked up back to bed. But it got me thinking. That was a lie. So why were the papparzi here? 

I ran up to my room and switched on Twitter. I fell back, my mouth wide open in shock. The hate had increased. There were trends and a website. 

'#NiallDumpTheBiatch' and 'http://nialldatefansnother.tumblr.com' 

It was a blog completely dedicated to me. But for the wrong reasons. There were gifs, pictures of me and Niall. 

Me falling off a cliff and people cheering. They wanted me dead...

In seconds, tears were streaming down my face. It was then that my phone rung. It was Niall. 

'H...hello?' I asked, trying to clear my throat. 

'Carrie? Are you okay? Have you been on twitter?' Niall demanded, a hint of concern in his voice. 

'Hm mm.' I sniffled, then I started crying again. 

'Carrie. Please don't cry. Listen, i'll fix it? Okay? I'm coming round.' He hung up. I fell, head first on my bed, crying. 

I didn't know why I was crying. Honestly I didn't. I usually cried at stupid stuff like sad movies, and when the boys cried; but this was stronger than all that. There were people hating me. I'm not sure why I cared. I mean, they didn't know me.

Though, it still got to me. Because there were a good number of people that hated me enough that they wanted me dead. 

Within, ten minutes there was quiet calling from the window. It was Niall, stood at the bottom. 

I ran to the door, opened it and fell into his arms. He stroked my hair and kissed my head. 

'Shh.' He mumbled. 'Shh'