I'm Horany (Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

A/N I'm gonna be having extremely slow updates like this more often. I had exams (nearly finished them now thank goodness) but then more important exams in June which I'll need to study for (torture basically) I wish I could update more often but I'm seriously busy and stressed.

Chapter 22

Ding dong.

There's Niall at my door. I don't know what to even feel right now. Excited, embarrassed or maybe even both. I muster up all the courage I can and stumble to the door.

"Hey, Niall!" I greet, plastering my best fake smile. This would be a whole lot easier if he didn't look so great.

"Maya, hi." He smiles back.

"Come in, come in. Do you want anything, tea or coffee?"

"No I'm fine, thanks." He gently declines, stepping into my flat. "So, what did you need to talk about?"

"Uhm yeah, that... let's go into the sitting room and discuss that. It's something you'll need to sit down for." I mutter, leading the way to the room. "Now you're sure you don't want something?"

"Maya, I'm fine." He laughs, plopping down on my sofa.

"Do you need to use the bathroom or anything? Because just go if you-"

"Stop trying to delay whatever you called me over for." Niall interrupts, giving me a disapproving look. I give him a small smile and lower my head, gently sitting down beside him.

"Right... ehm... so yeah..."

"Look, if you've changed your mind about whatever it is then I can go." He shrugs.

"No! No, I have to tell you, I need to." I rush, giving him pleading eyes.

"You're positive?"

"Yeah, yeah." I decide to dive right into it. "So remember at your place when you asked about Russell and I kind of avoided the topic? Then Emily and Mum rang and then you dropped that uh.. unexpected surprise," I giggle nervously. "Well I want to tell you about Russell. It's about time I told someone."

Niall's eyes widen in shock. I catch his full interest and he sits up straight.

"You trust me enough to tell me something like that?" He says, unsure.

"I suppose," I shrug. "When I thought of people I could tell, you popped into my mind." That's a lie, Emily's forcing me into this.

"Well, I don't really know what to say." He puffs out.

"Don't say anything, just listen while I tell you the story, alright?" He nods his head eagerly. I'm not sure what he's feeling right now, but I can't help feel he's excited. He shouldn't be.

"So Russell, obviously you know he's not good news, but in reality you don't actually know the half of it. Growing up for me was just... hell. Everyday I woke up terrified, wondering what was going to happen to me, or my mum," I pause to take in Niall's facial expression so far. He seems deeply concentrated, staring into my eyes for me to proceed.

"Russell... he was like our bully. It sounds childish. However, it isn't right for a mother to be scared of her own child. He would pull knives out on her, threaten to slit her throat. Or, her greatest weakness, kill the child that she loved, me. I'm nineteen and I've been stabbed so many times. It got worse when he got involved with drugs," I take a shaky breath in. Niall's face is filled with bewilderment and concern.

"He'd always say it was my dad's fault. He left when we were small and apparently that got to Russell. Of course that's bullshit, Russell just got joy and satisfaction out of torturing us. Mum always had to pay the dealers, or they'd basically slaughter us all. She'd have to sacrifice her own food just to make sure we got something to eat. Russell was a monster, but Mum always tried to keep on his good side, so she took care of him. That's just a summary though, it was so much worse than it sounds right now," I jump when Niall takes my hand in his, stroking his thumb back and forth, comforting me.

"One evening, he'd just taken some heroin. He just went on a rampage, smashing and breaking everything he got his hands on. I was only thirteen, I was just terrified, cradled beneath the coffee table in our sitting room. Mum was crying, begging him to stop. He threw a picture frame against the wall, all the shards shattered on the ground. He picked up the most pointed piece, turning to my mum with the most malicious grin. He caught her, dragged the glass right across her throat. I thought that was it for her," I sobbed. Niall wipes a tear with his free hand, holding my face.

"She collapsed on the ground, but thankfully she was still breathing. She spluttered and choked on her own blood, I knew if I didn't get help fast she'd be dead within the next hour. I hadn't realised Russell was headed for me next until he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out from under the table. Neighbours heard the chaos, they knew something was wrong. The police were phoned and just as the glass tipped my skin the door burst open, Russell instantly stopping when he saw it was the police. They took him away, he had to face a jury and was charged six years in jail for attempted murder and years of abuse to me. Mum left two years into his trial, she moved to Ireland and left me here with Emily. I get money from the state and Mum left me money in an account before she left. However, I still felt so betrayed by her leave. She just left me here, I was fifteen nearly sixteen for Christ sake!" Niall still holds my face, making sure I always keep his eye contact.

"Now see, he's back. You experienced him first hand, but Niall, he got me again!" His face drops, then contorts to anger.

"He what?!"

"No, let me finish. He got me again right, he kidnapped me, brought me to his place on the rough side of town. Every door was locked behind me and his stance was so threatening. It shocked me when he told me it was a joke. Niall, he said he's changed. Six years in jail has made him think, he wants my forgiveness and I don't know why at all, but there's a part of me that wants to forgive him." Keeping eye contact, I wait for his reaction. It's exactly what I expected.

"You're not forgiving him. I'm not going to let you. Are you crazy!" He asks rhetorically.

"Six years is a long time, Niall, maybe he has changed." I attempt to reason.

"Hahahahaha," Niall laughs sarcastically. "You're kidding?"

"You don't have to be such a dick about it." I huff.

"Are you actually serious? Listen to yourself! You just cried telling me a story of over six years ago and now you want to forgive the person who did it all!" He raises his voice, standing up from the sofa. I copy his actions, also getting up to my feet.

"Please just help me." I whisper quietly. His face softens. He grabs my hand again and gets a bit closer to my face, to the point where his breath fans over my face.

"Please don't forgive him, for me." He replies quietly. Uh oh, he knows this will work on me. How does he know that? He's getting close to cloud my senses and fluster my mind to trick me, and it's totally working.

It's so inappropriate to want to kiss him in a time like this, but he's so close and the temptation is killing me. If I moved forward about two inches, I'd be kissing the life out of him.

I don't give him a worded reply, just subtly nod my head. He raises his other hand brushes a strand of hair back off my face.

"Good girl." He speaks lowly.

Please just kiss me!

Please!

He moves in a little closer, to the point in which our foreheads and noses touch. Without even meaning to, my hands press against his chest.

He leans in, excruciatingly slow, until our lips meet.

I definitely like Niall Horan.

A/N

Opinions please? I've been getting lots of questions about when I'm going to update and all that stuff, but no one has told me anything about the actual story and it's not really motivating me.

Aaaaaaanyway, there's sort of a cliff hanger there, oooooohhhhhh!

-Amy<3