Yin & Yang. | - A Niall Horan fanfiction.

Formidable. { Chapter 2 }

Amelia.

''So uhm, he just left the room?'' Rose asks me confused. I nod. I didn't told her the whole story, because I didn't want her to flip on me for kinda judging him. I didn't meant to judge him it just .. happened. I was mad at myself for doing it. I don't know his story, so I shouldn't judge him. I should say sorry. But that's too late I guess ..

''Earth to Ameliaaa'' Rose sang. ''Huh, oh what?'' I ask her. ''We arrived you silly, get out I need to go home'' she says laughing a bit. ''Oh oops, sorry. Thanks for the drive Rosie, and for taking me to the match. Talk to ya later okay? Bye booo'' I say before opening the cardoor, and walk to my house. I lived alone, so I didn't have to worry about my parents getting mad at me for being late. My parents didn't cared about me anyway. ''Home, sweet home'' I mumble to myself. I undress, and change in to my onesie. Damn, I loved those things they were so warm and comfy.

I heard my phone buzz, and picked it up to see who texted me. Unknown number. Greaat. 'Thanks for the lovely show babe, close your curtains next time. ;) ' the text said. Oh how wonderful.

'Who is this?' I text the unknown number back. 'For me to know and for you to find out princess' . Okay, I know who this is. Niall. It's obvious. Well fuck him, I ain't texting back. I snuggle in to my lovely bed, and try to sleep. < I failed. I start to wonder how the hell Niall got my number, and how he knew where I lived.

Stupid Niall. Stupid Stupid Stupid Niall. He's such a creep. Following me to my house, watching me change .. Damn it he saw me half naked. Idiot. I stop thinking about him when I hear a something downstairs. No, please no. Being the dumb person I am, I got up and got  a baseball bat from my closet. I may be a girl, but you need to have one of those for cases like this okay.

''Okay, whoever is down there you better appear right now or I'll hit you with this shit I ain't scared'' I said while standing on the middle of the staircase. No answer. How mature. I rolled my eyes before walking downstairs. I turn the light on, and there in nobody. Well then, I must be hallucinating or something. I sigh, and walk to the kitchen to get some water.

As I was drinking my water, I feel to strong arms wrap around my waist. I drop the glass and try to scream but it's no use. the person put his hand over my mouth. I should've kept the baseball bat with me. Damnnit. ''I will remove my hand right now, and we both know it would be extremly stupid of you if you scream. So don't scream or I'll shoot. Got it?'' A dark voice said. I nod and he removes his hand. To be honest, I wasn't scared. I just pretend to be scared, but when he's not watching I'll puch him as hard as I can. Guess those karate lessons were useful. ''you're so pretty.'' he says pinning me against the door. ''Ha ha ha, yeah sure whatever you say.'' I say sarcastic. I wasn't pretty. I was just a normal girl with long brown hair and stupid boring green eyes. What's so pretty about that? ''You think I'm kidding?'' he asks. His voice was so familiar ... It had a kind of Irish accent ..

''No.'' I simply answer. ''Then why did you laugh?'' he asks getting even closer then he already was. ''Because 'pretty' is just a word. People can say whatever they want to say, but you'd never know if they actually mean it or just said it.'' I answer him. ''That's so deep ..'' he whispers. I shrug and look down.

''Listen, could you just tell me what you want? I want to go to bed. I'm tired, and I'm mad so ..'' I ask him. ''Why are you mad?'' he asks me. ''None of your business.'' I answer him cold.

''Tell. Me.'' he says pushing his chest against mine. ''Because I hurt someone's feelings today, then I was sorry but I couldn't apolizige because the person left. Then I came home, and that same person was stalking me, and now I am mad at him and at myself.'' I answer. He backs off a little and sighs.

''Okay. You know what, I'm going to leave. Sorry for uhm bothering ya.'' he says in a thick Irish accent. I saw his eyes and they were shining. Then it finally understood why his voice was so familiar; it was Niall. Niall practically broke in to my house ..

''Wait.'' I say. Niall stops walking and turns around. ''Niall, I'm sorry for judging you. I don't know your story, I don't know you so I shouldn't said such thing. But I'm still pissed at you for following me to my house and watching me change.'' I say in a soft voice. Nialll removes the forage cap he was wearing and threw it on the ground. ''Fine, I'm sorry too. I'll leave.'' he says. '''Hey Niall ..'' I whisper.

''Yes?'' he asks me polite. ''Before you leave, thank you for telling me I'm pretty it ... it means a lot.'' I say smiling. He just nods, and leaves the house.

What the fuck just happened?

Niall.

I left her house, and walked back to my own. It was like a 20 minutes walk so .. I wonder why the fuck I actually broke in. It made no sence at all. I guess I was going crazy. ''Crazy for her'' a voice said in the back of my head. I sighed. I've never felt this feeling before. Well once, and that was when .. I quickly shook my head and try to shake it off. I can't fall in love. Again. Falling in love is like jumping of a cliff. You fall in love > you're have a girlfriend for a while > then you'll grow away from each other, and break up. AKA, falling in love is a waste of your damn time. Still, something in me said I wouldn't regret falling in love with Amelia. She was different. If I would ask any other girl to come to my room, and I would say the things I said to Amelia they would act all slutty and just agree with whatever I say. That's not love. Love doesn't excists. It's a feeling you only get with a special person.

How can I, Niall Horan, fall in love? I mean sure I could love anyone, but they would NEVER love me back < and that's the problem. I'm not Noah. I'm not the loved one. I'm the fuck up. I sigh in frustration, and walk a little bit faster.

As soon as I arrive at my house, I slam the door and walk straight to my room. I loved my room. It was the only place I could be me, and everything was peaceful.

* * * * * *

''Niall mate, wake up we're leaving in half an hour hurry!'' I heard Zayn's voice. Zayn was also one of my best friends just like Louis. Then you had Harry, Liam, Ashton and Josh. < they were the best.

''Nooooo please'' I groan. I totally forgot we were going laser gaming today. ''Can't you guys go without me? I'm not in the mood actually, and I'll fuck up.'' I admit. ''If that's what you want you can stay.'' Zayn says shrugging. ''Thank man, sorry I just know if I'll go I'll be all moody and stuff. Have fun with the lads'' I say smiling. He nods, and then leaves my room. I look at the time, and it's only 9 AM. I groan and try to fall back asleep, but sadly I fail.

I get up, wash my face & brush my teeth before making some breakfast. I had no idea, what I was going to do the rest of the day. I grab my phone, and check my twitter. Nothing important. Well then. Just when I was going to put my phone away, it buzzed - 1 new message from Mum - Okay, that's weird. I haven't spoken to my mum for 2 years or something ..

'Dear Niall, I miss you a lot. Please visit me soon darling I have some news ...' the text said. Greaattt. Ugh, why do my parents always call/text me when they need me and not because they want to check up on me? Oh yeah right, I'm not Noah.

You're probably wondering who Noah is; he is my twin brother. Yeah that's right I have a twin. But I hate him, he hates me and well we just hate each other. He was always the 'favourite' of us. I was the one who was less important. Noah always had good grades, great friends, and thé perfect life. And me? I was the fucked up son. Awful grades, bad friends, and just nó life. But guess what? I'm proud of it. That's what you fucking get for ignoring your son, and always blame EVERYTHING on him.

Nobody knows the truth behind Noah, besides me. But I'm not that bad to actually tell my parents the truth. Why? Because I actually care about my brother. Yes, I hate him but that doesn't mean I stopped caring for him. If anyone finds out about him, he'll be the fuck up and I'll be the good one. Still, I won't tell anyone. I have a good life. I'm a boxer, I get enough money, I have my fans, and I have my friends. What else can I ask for? ... Amelia. A small voice said again in the back of my head. And this time it was true ... I love Amelia and I want her.

A/N: Rubbish chapter I know I know, but it'll get better. Atleast I hope so aha. :) Thank you for reading guys. xx