Concealed- Niall Horan

Hey hey hey! This is a Niall Horan fan fiction. I decided to take a little break with my previous story and give you guys something better :)

Alright. This story is for someone special in my life and you know who you are.

I will start the story tomorrow because I have no school until wednesday. woop woop! oh yeah!

*clears throat* Anyways...

Oh and I'm not really sure what the name if the story is quite yet... So just give me some time and I will get there.

Yeah. I love you guys and I will start it tomorrow.

Luv you,

Lexie xx

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Was this actually happening? Was this real?

These question spread through my head and sent a sudden rush of fear through my body.

Why? Why is this happening? After all of this time, a lie? Nothing was real. It was just a game.

No! It couldn't be. He wouldn't do that to me... Would he?

Part of me wondered if he would say that...

But another part of me was sure he wouldn't. He wasn't like this. It didn't sound like him.

Yet, it did maybe make sense. I mean, the fans say the same things.

So, maybe he would say this...

My hands began to shake as I held the letter. The lightweight paper shaking slightly.

I didn't want to believe this. But somehow it all made sense.

My mind kept going between him really saying it, and not.

God! I just don't know.

Finally I broke. A sound of breaking glass was heard in my ears as tears came glowing down my cheeks.

I crumpled to the floor trying to stop the tears.

It was no use. a They weren't going to stop.

Frustration bubbled in my gut.

Why is this happening?

The tears were cut short when I heard shouting.

I stood up and crawled into the kitchen, reaching for a knife.

I took deep breaths over and over again.

The clatter of boots got closer and closer.

"I will check in here!" a voice said very close.

I crouched behind the counter, biting my lip.

My heartbeat quickened as I hammered against my rib cage.

The person stepped I to the kitchen and then, I shot up and threw the knife.

Strong arms caught me and pushed me to the floor.

Blotches of black showered my vision.

An evil laugh sent shivers down my spine.

"Found her." a deep voice said

What? Me? What is going on?

I tried to scream, but a towel was on my face.

I tried scratching and kicking, but my body was already going numb. I was beginning to loose consciousness. Beginning to fade away.

But the last thing on my mind before I went out was...

Niall.

-Five months earlier-