Twisted || Niall Horan [ON HOLD (Major editing)]

Chapter 4

One week.

That's how long it's been since I've spoken to Niall and how long I've managed to avoid him.

It's not like he hasn't tried to talk to me. The thing is; he won't stop.

Everyday he comes over to talk to my mom and will try to come in my room, so I pretend to be super busy. Or when I'm looking out from my window, and he sees me, he'll start to write a note but I quickly pull my makeshift curtain back in place.

Some secrets are meant to stay that way and I don't want him prying away at my mind when I barely even know him.

I just need someone to talk to. My friends have seemed to grow extra busy and our "talk every day" thing has turned into a "talk when I hear your name" thing.

School starts in two days and I have already packed my backpack four times, and fixed my uniform seven. There's not much left for me to do with it.

My parents will come check to see if I'm still alive every few hours. If they didn't I might not be. Other than that I've barely seen them.

Yesterday I finished 'Beautiful Redemption', so I decided that I would go to the bookstore and get some fresh air today.

After I have showered and dressed, I apply some mascara and throw my hair up in a bun.

Earlier when I looked for local bookstores, it said there was one about ten minutes away. So I pulled up the walking directions, because my parents took my boards, and began my little journey to the land of words and peace.

Niall's POV

What do you say to someone who doesn't want your help, and clearly doesn't want to talk to you? You can't just force yourself onto them. That will only worsen the situation.

Luna wouldn't talk to me and after days and days of trying, I'm finally starting to give up. Except the little part of my brain that holds onto the curiousity of what she meant.

Why would I not be safe? Why is she not safe?

Her family has only been here three weeks and I'm pretty sure my family are the only people she's met.

Everyone has taken notice to how zoned out I've been lately. So my mom told me to pick up some childrens book for one of her friends baby shower.

There's no point in taking a car if it's only a few minutes away, so I walked there along the crowded sidewalk.

When I walked in, the bell above the door rang signaling that someone opened the door. Slowly, I began walking the aisles until I found the one with the children's books.

Behind me, the bell above the door rang again.  I picked up The Hungry Caterpillar. Don't all kids love that?

On the next row, I could hear someone talking to who I assumed was one of the workers because they were asking where to find a book.

As I turned down the aisle, I locked eyes with a familiar set of blue/gray ones and I froze for a second.

Shocked was not a word I would use to describe the situation.

There in flesh and skin was Luna, and she looked more nervous than ever.

Luna's POV

What the hell was he doing here? As if I wasn't already trying to get away from him, here he is five feet away from me.

For a second I forgot I was speaking to a worker and quickly thanked him when he finished talking before I abruptly turned to walk away.

"Luna, please talk to me." he begged while grabbing my arm.

I quickly shrugged him off and walked over to the teen fiction like I planned to do before.

The selection was quite large and a few looked really good. On display were a few John Green books, whom I loved, and Sarah Dessen's new book. I picked it up before walking down to view the others, with a lost puppy following closely behind me.

Once I check out, I begin to leave the store when Niall decides to tightly grab my forearm.

"You're hurting me." I whimper. He doesn't seem to hear me and seconds later I'm being dragged out into the New York traffic.

We begin to head off in the wrong direction so I yell at Niall that he's going the wrong way, but once again I'm ignored.

Many twists and turns later, we end up in some shady alley. It creeps me out but I don't have enough time to think about it before Niall starts to speak.

"Why do you keep ignoring me, Luna?" he huffs, clearly annoyed. My arm is sore from his tight grip, a light bruise forming the shape of his hand. He notices me looking at it and his eyes immediately soften.

He sighs, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"You're always sorry Niall! If you would just stop there'd be no reason for you to be sorry." I cut him off.

He's been saying sorry non-stop. It seems like it's the only thing he can say without screwing it up, but he's managed to do that too.

We just stare at each other for a while. His mouth opens and closes like a fish while he's at a loss for words.

"I need to go." I say. "If you know what's best for you, you won't follow me either."

I push him a few feet away so I can walk without him getting stuck on me again.

"You're not the only one with secrets or problems." he says, kinda hurt.

"Yeah? Well maybe I prefer not to be an open book. To know something about myself that I would rather die for than risk the life of someone I care about. Did you think of that Niall? Or were you being so annoyingly persistent that you didn't have enough time in your schedule to think of it?" I spat at him. If he was hurt, I had to already be dead.

What I didn't expect was for him to laugh. A dry, humorless laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I'll show you who's an open book!" he shouts, before leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere.

A/N

Hope you enjoyed the different point of views. And I apologize for the late update, I've been busy with school and my WiFi isn't working. So I updated from my phone since it's a snow day and all. Anyways vote a comment!