Through The Dark (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 6

Niall's POV

Two weeks later and I hadn't called her. That made it about five weeks without talking to her.

It was for the best, I kept telling myself.

I couldn't let her be hurt just because I liked her a little bit.

Okay, it was more than just a little bit.

I kind of had a thought in the back of my mind that I loved her. From the moment I saw her that thought had been tuckes away in my mind, but I hadn't really taken it out and looked at it.

Now it was like someone was holding the thought right in front of my face for weeks, clouding my vision and my thoughts.

I loved her.

And it was all I could think about.

But that was why I couldn't talk to her.

I loved her.

I couldn't hurt her because I loved her.

And I knew that if I talked to her, people would attack her, and maybe I might even make a false move and break her heart. And I couldn't do that to her.

I loved her.

I drug my luggage behind me as three security guards led me out of the airport. I secretly stopped a few times for a picture with some fans, putting a thumbs up and smiling widely for them, making them scream and giggle and even cry.

I turned on my phone as I got into the car on my way to London. In a week, the boys and I had a few interviews and radio shows to do so we could continue to advertise our Take Me Home album and tour. I just decided to get to the city early.

Maybe so I could accidently run into someone....

My notifications started to roll in on my phone, and I mindlessly looked at them until I saw the name Aubree.

I had one missed call from Aubree.

We hadn't talked in five weeks and she had finally called.

I couldn't tell if I was happy or sad or excited or mad or what.

Aubree's POV

It was my second week working at the book store. Things were actually going great. I liked it there. I admired the quiet and I actually didn't mind the people, I actually wanted to talk to them: they were bookworms like me and didn't make me feel nervous.

I could be my quiet, nerdy self there.

"Hey, Kenz?" I came up to the front desk after I'd found a half-sheet of paper laying on one of the tables of books.

She looked up from her computer, "Aubree. Hey, what's up?"

"What is this?" I handed her the paper and she smiled.

"Oh. It's basically just a little writing class that's held here every Saturday. The owner of this place comes in and, basically people of any age, come in and just have fun and write. You should do it. I like your writing."

I bit my lip, smiling. I may have given my new friend some pieces of my writing after she begged me last week. "Thanks, maybe I will."

I walked home in the icy air, my hands bare and frigid. I got home in time for dinner, but said I'd pass, saying how tired I was.

I barely made it up the front stairs without my raging mother following me, "Aubree, I do not like this. You better shape yourself up soon or... or I'm not going to let you live here and I'm not paying for your own place this time."