Half A Heart (Niall Horan)

Who Is Niall?

After Jake paid for my tattoo, he shoved me in the car, and drove off.

"Where are we heading?" I asked.

Jake didn't reply. I didn't bother asking again.

All of a sudden, Jake is abusive to me! He went from my sweet boyfriend to a slob that beats the ones who love him.

"The gas station." Jake said at one point.

When we arrived at a gas station, I saw that the sign said "SpeedWay". My favorite gas station.

"I'm going to get a slushy. Want one?" I asked Jake.

"Nope." Jake replied. "Just hurry the fuck up!"

I walked inside, anxious that if I didn't hurry, Jake will beat my ass.

On my way in, I saw a huge, black bus. The bus said "Harry. Niall. Zayn. Liam. And Louis." Who the hell? I didn't care much for that. I walked inside and covered up my beat up face so people wouldn't see it.

I tried to decide between which flavors of my slushy I wanted. Peach? Cherry? Strawberry? Or mango? I wanted to mix it. Minutes later I heard behind me, "Hurry up! Whore!"

When I looked back, it was Jake. Oh no! Jake walked up to me and slapped me. When I fell down to the ground and dropped my slushy, Jake punched me in the face. I felt something running down my face in all ways. My mouth was busted, and bleeding. Somewhere from my head was letting out blood, and my nose was bleeding.

I tried to get back up until Jake kicked me in the face. Total knockout. I just remember seeing black, and little stars.

It seemed like three minutes later, I woke up. My head hurt so bad, and everything looked blurry. Lights were smeared in with the image I saw.

I saw policemen taking Jake away when my eyes got use to the light.

"Yes Sir. He kept hitting the girl." I heard an Irish voice say so gently.

This Irish figure walked over to me, and kissed my hand. He picked me up, and hugged me. His hug felt so warm I couldn't even help it. He kissed the top of my head and let me cry.

"You can stay with me." He said.

"I'll be okay." I replied with a hurt voice.

"My name is Niall." This boy Niall put a piece of paper with his number in it in my pockets. I couldn't help but smile.