Niall's P.O.V.
I watched her until she disappeared into the building.
God, she's so beautiful.
I took one last look, hopped into my car, and drove home.
Rachael's P.O.V.
As soon as I got into the building, I reached into my pocket for my phone. I didn't find it. I remembered that I left it on my dresser because I didn't want to be distracted on my date with Niall.
I bounded up the stairs to my apartment and opened the door...
I gasped. Everything was destroyed. My fridge was turned on its side, liquids spilling out, my stove was on, with some kind of wrapper burning. My couch was upside down, the cushions strewn around the living room. I was completely shocked. I walked into my bedroom to inspect the damage in there. My matress was shredded like someone had hacked at it with a knife; my clothes were all over the ground, and my phone was laying on the ground. As I got closer, I realised it was smashed to pieces. Only one person came to mind...
Dan.
I felt lightheaded and quite honestly, scared for my life. I ran back down to the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife. I searched my whole apartment for any sign of Dan, or anyone else. Nothing.
I dropped the knife on my living room floor and bolted downstairs to see if Niall was still there. There's no way I would be able to sleep somewhere Dan had been.
I opened the outer door and searched for Niall's blonde hair.
Don't be stupid.. It's been 15 minutes. He obviously left.
I wasn't about to turn around and go back. I walked down the quiet streets for a little while, looking for a payphone. I lived in a pretty safe neighborhood so I wasn't worried, even though it was a bit late to be walking. I finally found a payphone, put a quarter in, and dialed Niall's number; I knew it off by heart. Pathetic, I know.
After a few rings, he answered.
"Hello?" he sounded tired. I cursed myself for waking him up.
"Hello..?"
I struggled to answer, but my throat was dry. I finally choked out "N-Niall?"
"Hey, beautiful," I could tell he was smiling. "how come you're calling from a payphone?"
I cleared my throat and answered, "I don't know if it's safe to answer that..."
"What? Where are you? I'll come get you."
I told him the address.
"Okay, be there soon. Be safe until I'm there, love."
I absolutely adored it when he called me love. I hung up the phone and slid down the side of the phone booth so I was sitting on the ground, my back against the cold glass. I saw someone walking past; they were quite tall, shaggy, dark brown hair, and a long black trenchcoat. Oh my God.
Dan.
As he passed, I caught sight of something shiny; it was a knife. My heart stopped. I pulled the fabric of Niall's sweater up to my eyes. I didn't breathe until he was long gone. A few minutes later, I saw Niall drive by slowly, his head out the window, softly calling my name. I stood up and waved to him. He pulled over, opening the door from the inside when he was fully stopped. I climbed in and he looked at me worriedly.
"Are you okay? What happened?" he bombarded me with questions like this for about 5 minutes. I sat there quietly and waited for him to finish. He realised what I was doing and stopped. He started the car and backed up. A few tears dribbled down my cheeks; I was still terrified that Dan would come back. Even worse, that he would hurt me. Or someone I love. Niall turned to me and realised I was crying. He took my hand and drew gentle circles on it with his thumb. My skin tingled whenever he touched me, and my heart was beating a million times a minute. I think he could tell, because he chuckled softly. Once we arrived at what I'm guessing was his house, he let go of my hand and pulled into the driveway. I was absolutely gobsmacked, as Niall would say. His house was huge. It was beautiful. It looked like one of those houses you can win in the lottery. I climbed out of the car, still shocked.
