Every Girls Dream

Chapter 6

*Niall's P.O.V.*

I saw how upset Emily looked as she checked her phone that vibrated on the table, making a strange sound. I frowned, but didn't say anything. I didn't want to sound too persistant .

She climbed back onto the soft cousins of the couch, and laid on my chest, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her petite figure. We were about half way through the movie when I hear faint snores escaping Emily's slightly agape lips.

She looked so adorable with the slight tint of crimson upon her cheeks. I decided to carry her to my bed, and I would just take the couch. I slowly stood up, and a thud sound is made when Em's phone hits the floor. I reach down and pick it up. Curiosity gets the best of me and I wonder who it was that texted her earlier, because I know for a fact it was definitely not her mum.

I slide my finger across the screen, and a pass code pops up. Damn it! I tried two attempts and both failed. Then a thought came across my mind. I punched in the number 7-3-9-9 and the phone unlocked. ah ha! 'Sexy' was her pass code. Should have guessed.

My fingers caressed the device within my hand. I went strait to the app I was looking for, messages. I open up the colorful icon to see two messages from an unknown number. That's strange. the first one read:

No use in trying to run from me Emy :) I will eventually find you soon. XX

Wtf?? what the hell is that supposed to mean? Who is she running from? Why on earth is this person so insisted on finding her? Then I noticed there was another text from the same number reading:

Sleep tight my darling. I will see you soon. ;)

I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach about this unknown figure sending these weird messages. I wonder why Emily didn't show me these.

My thoughts were interrupted by shuffling behind me on the couch. I quickly shut the phone off and placed it carefully on the table. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Em tossing and turning. I grabbed the tv remote and shut the power off.

I reached over and picked Emily's weightless body up bridal style. Effortlessly carrying her limp body up the wooden steps. You could hear my feet padding along the wooden floorboards through my long narrow hallway at the top of the steps. I kicked open my bedroom door with my foot, and stepped towards my king size bed. I gently pulled back the covers, and placed Emily perfectly snug in between the warm sheets. I reached over her and shut the bedside lamp off. I began heading towards the door, I heard Emily's faint voice call my name.

"Yea" I questioned, turning around to catch a glimpse of her sitting up in my bed.

"C-can you- umm.... Stay with me?" she nervously stuttered. I nodded and walked over towards her, and climbed into bed next to her. She scooted close to me, and I draped my arm over her slim waist, spooning her. She sighed, and her breathing slowly went into a perfect pattern.

I looked down at her perfectly plumped lips, and small little nose. She was by far the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her perfect curly hair that always seemed to blow in the wind, and her perfect little fingers that she would always fiddle with. The way she would smile, while enjoying life. The way she would laugh at everything that was mildly funny. Her perfect, beautiful brown eyes that I loved so much. She was so beautiful beyond compare. No other person can even try to compare to her flawless beauty.

I wish I could tell her these things. Tell her how much I wanted to kiss her soft lips. Tell her how much I wanted to hug her tight. Tell her how I wanted her to be mine, and only mine, but I simply can't.

Harry has the hots for her. I can just tell. The way he looks at her with his deep stare, and she likes him. I mean why wouldn't she? Harry has all the looks. Every girl at school likes him. He's quite the ladies man. Different girl all the time. The girls always flock to him. I becoming jealous of him. Call me a bad guy. But yea I'm jealous of my best mate. I don't have the looks, or the flirtiness he possesses.

*Emily's P.O.V.*

I hear a crash and jump to my feet. what was that? I can't see Niall anywhere. I search the house and still see no sign of him.

"Niall?" I call. No answer. I see the front door standing wide open. I begin to worry. Tears building behind my eyes.

"No, no, no..." I tremble. I hear a grunt come from the kitchen. I run in to see a sight I wish to have never seen. Jake holding a gun to a barely conscious Niall.

"Nice to see you again, Em" he said with a devious smirk.

"What do you want, Jake?" I spit at him. His eyes flashed anger, an he tightened his hold around Niall, making him groan.

"For you to come to me and not SLUTING AROUND WITH BLONDIE HERE!" He screams holding the cool metal barrel against Niall's temple. I gaze his features reflecting pain. Blood is dripping from his left eyebrow, and he has a busted lip. I glance at Jake with glossy eyes. He has a black eye forming. Both men showing signs that a fight previously occurred.

"Come with me, or BLONDIE dies." he said with all seriousness. I nod and walk over to him. He grips my wrist, pain shooting up my arm. He drops Niall with a thud. He drags me to the front door with barley enough time for me to catch a glimpse of Niall slowly standing to his feet, and limping after us. Jake turns around and holds his gun up. Aiming strait for Niall.

"No!" I yell. "Jake don't!"

"LET HER GO!" Niall screams. Jake rises his gun for the shot.

"Niall! No!" I plead. A gun shot sounds, and I see Nialls body go limp and fall to the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.

"NIALL!" I cry.

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"Em. Emily!" I hear a voice say while I'm being shook by a pair of hands. "wake up." the voice says again. I open my eyes to see Niall sitting up on the bed with worry, and fear in his features.

I find that I'm panting, and out of breath. I'm in a puddle of sweat. a cold sweat that came with that crazy nightmare.

"Are you okay? What happened? Did you have a nightmare?" He questioned. I nod and find a tear run down my face. Niall wraps his arms around me, engaging me in a bone rushing hug. "It's okay it was just a dream. You're safe now."

"Thanks Nialler." I managed to choke out.

"Mind me asking what the dream was about" he questions after a few minutes of silence. I think it over. Should I tell him? I would probably just sound crazy, and I'm not ready to tell him about my past just yet.

"I don't want to talk about it right now." I answer his question. He just nods understandingly.

"Well I don't think I can go back to sleep. How about you?"

"Nope." I agree.

"How about we play a game of 21 questions?"

"Sounds good to me, but you go first."

"Okay" he says "when's your birthday?"

"October 21"

"What?! Why didn't you tell me! That's like 4 days away!" I just giggled

"Sorry! okay so do you have any siblings?"

"Yes. I have an older brother. His name is Greg. Who are your closest friends?"

"Rebekah, Connor, and Frankie. What is your hidden talent?"

"I like to play me guitar, and I sing a little."

"Really?" I ask laughing. I never pictured Niall as a musician.

"Yup" he said popping the 'p'.

We spent the next two hours sharing things and laughing at each other. I basically laughed my arse off. When I looked at the time it was 3 am.

"We should get to sleep." Niall said.

I went to contemplate, when I was interrupted by a yawn. Niall laughed at this action. I hit his chest playfully, and went to sleep. Listening to the sound of his calm breathing.