Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 16

I shut my car door and the sound of my heels take over the floor. I swing open the school doors and glance around. I spot a tall boy with blonde hair. Judging my the noise coming from that direction, it was exactly who I was looking for.

I walk past the crowded area that usually forms every morning before school. I feel every set of eyes on me as I push my way through. Girls whisper into each other's ears and boys practically undress me with their eyes.

My mind and heart are racing at about one hundred miles an hour. The pain in my throat that usually forms when I'm upset is rising. My fist as clenched at my side as if I were getting ready to kill someone.

I push through the people surrounding him and he spots me walking over to him. His arms are folded at his chest and he is leaning against the wall. He eyes me over the same way every guy has been since I got off of my car. He licks his bottom lip slowly and stands up straight. He begins to walk towards me and all you can hear is the sound of my heels clicking.

"Dress like that every day and..." he begins before my hand is on his cheek. The contraction is hard as it numbs my whole arm for a few seconds.

"What the hell?" he yells.

"You're pathetic! You could have gotten back to me any other way but this is too much! She's a freshman! Worse, she's my sister!" I yell as I move in closer.

The room is beginning to quiet down as I scream the words at him. Niall begins to move backwards towards the wall as I shout as him. His hand is on his cheek and his eyes are fixed on me. I begin to see part of his cheek turning red which make me want to smile.

"So you're allowed to go fuck your teacher but I'm not allowed to fuck your sister? Oh, she was so wonderful. All the things I did to her. The way I ate her..."

I jump onto him causing him to fall back. I begin to hit him. I want to punch him but I have no strength coming out of me. Tears begin to roll down my face while I continue to weakly hit and slap him. As anger rises through, my hits become stronger.

A set of hands pull me off of Niall and hold me tightly as I try to move out of their grip.

"Hey, calm down. It's okay." Zayn repeats into my ear until I finally begin to calm down.

Niall stands up and his nose is bleeding. Even though I didn't punch him, I hit him enough times to hurt him. The room is silent. All I can hear is my own breathing.

Zayn's arms are still around me and I'm glad they are. If nobody had pulled me off of Niall, I might've left him worse.

"Becka?" I hear Diana's voice.

I look over to her and her eyes contain a horrified expression. She is standing a few feet away from me. She begins to walk over to me and looks over at Niall.

"What's going on?" her voice is shaky.

"Let's go." I say and she nods.

We get inside the car and I drive off quickly. I'm not really sure where I'm heading but anywhere is honestly better than school.

"Did you do that to him?" Diana asks as I drive.

"Yes." I say quietly.

"Why?"

I pull over to the side and turn off my car. I turn to look at her and her eyes are set straight forward.

"Remember that boy I talked about? The one I dated at the beginning of the year? That's him. I dated Niall. He's using you. I know it sounds harsh but he is. He told Jenny he would destroy me and leaving me hurting. This is his way Diana."

Her face is unreadable. She is looking straight ahead and she doesn't show an slight emotion.

"I can't believe you would make up such a story. For once, I'm happy and you can't stand that. You can't stand me being happier than you. You're pathetic." She slowly says letting each word hit me.

"I..." I begin to choke.

"Just take me home." She sighs.

The rest of the drive is pure silence. I hate silence. It drives me crazy when I'm not talking.

As soon as I park the car, she runs out of the car into the house. I sigh and the tears are back. I hit the steering wheel with my hands and collapse on it. I can't seem to do anything right.

I finally put myself together after 20 minutes of crying. I walk inside and the house is silent. Great. I move to my bedroom and throw myself on the bed. This month has been the worst month on my life.

I grab "The Great Gatsby" off of my shelf to try and ease my mind.

"He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey."

There was a knock on the front door. I smoothed out my dress and moved towards the door. I opened it with the greatest smile that could easily fool anyone even if I had just murdered someone. There he was. His caramel eyes looked straight at me. He dropped his black bags on the floor and picked me up into a hug. Tears were falling down my cheeks.

He leaned forward and his lips pressed against mine hungrily, as though he were a starving man who was now sipping the finest wine and relishing a delicious cheesecake.

"Daddy!" Ariana ran up behind me and jumped on Zayn.

"Oh honey! I missed you guys!" He picks up Ariana and kisses my forehead.

Zayn had been at Iraq for a whole year. Every night, Ariana and I would sit and pray for him to come home safe and here he was.

He walked into our room with Ariana in his hands and I headed to the kitchen. I began to bring out our plates and to serve the food I had been preparing. I'm interrupted by Ariana's scream. I run up stairs as fast as I can. I turn the knob but the door seems to be locked. I bang on the door as Ariana screamed louder.

I finally get through the door and Zayn begins to walk over to me. Ariana runs out of the room and a shot is fired. Zayn falls on his knees and lands on my feet. I look up at a man standing behind him. He was the same man chasing after us. He killed Zayn and now, he's pointing the gun at me.

I wake up in a scream. I look around and realize I'm in my room. I'm covered in sweat and my body is burning up.

That night was the first night I dreamed with Zayn Malik.

( Sorry this was so short but I had a ton of homework + the PCA where on today! I wish the boys had been there! Anyways, I promise a double update tomorrow if I have time! xo )