Love... A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter 27: Handwriting

Niall's P.O.V.

I stood there, watching Brielle. She’d been sitting on the couch for at least an hour, holding Addie, not talking. She was stone-faced. And here I was, watching her. I probably looked like a creep, but I was busy trying to figure out what she was thinking.

I wanted to know if she was going to go find Cameron or kill him, or stay here and comfort Addie. Eventually, Addie cried herself to sleep and Brielle slowly removed herself from the couch. She disappeared for a while then reappeared.

She approached me, holding a small purple book in her hands. I recognized it.

“Isn’t that-” I started, but Brielle cut me off.

“Yeah, it’s my diary. Now, can you please read this entry?” she held the book out to me.

I took it hesitantly. “Are you sure?” I asked.

Brielle nodded. “Just read it,” she kissed my cheek. “I’m going to bed.”

I waited until she was out of sight before reading.

Sometimes crying is the only way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken you heart is.

I’ve told you about Niall, right? Well, me and him are dating now. That’s not proper English, but I don’t really care. So anyway, Niall and I are dating. Today, he told me he loved me. He did it in a really sweet way too. He told me all these things he loved about me then he told me he loved me. Of course, I ruined the moment. I started crying. I cried because I couldn’t say those three words back. I couldn’t tell Niall because I’m too afraid of love. I don’t know why. I’m just afraid. And it’s an irrational fear. I believe Niall won’t hurt me, but then I don’t. Does that make sense? No, it doesn’t.

But another reason I’m scared-Addie. She came over today and bawled her eyes out. Apparently, Cameron was cheating on her. He even had another girl who was under the impression that she was Cameron’s girlfriend. I really wanted to go kill him, but I stayed with Addie. I comforted her, because I didn’t want her to think that I don’t care about her. I haven’t spent much time with her after I met Niall. We used to hang out all the time. Do I regret dating Niall? No. Do I regret that I don’t spend time with my best friend? Yes.

But that’s not the real reason I’m writing to you. It’s because seeing Addie today reminded me of someone I haven’t thought of in years. My first heartbreak. Do you want to know about it? Well, I’m going to tell you anyway, because I need to tell someone.

His name was Aaron. He had brown hair and brown eyes. In high school, I wasn’t popular but I wasn’t a nerd either. I was the middle crowd, the one who could hang out with both crowds. Aaron was too, so we dated. We dated through sophomore year, and I thought I was in love. I told him that, almost every day. He did too. He made me believe I was special. He made me believe that I was the only girl for him. Then, he broke up with me.

I was hurt. Really hurt. I didn’t understand why he broke up with me, so I asked him about it. He didn’t want to tell me, but I kept pestering me. He got angrier and angrier until he burst. I was a bet. His friend dared him to date me to see if I was interesting or not. Apparently, I wasn’t, so he broke up with me.

I was so angry, but I was really hurt. I cried for days. I didn’t move from my bed. When I finally got back to school, people called me weak and a crybaby. I told them that they could go do some things that earned me a week’s worth of detentions. But… I wanted to tell you that. That’s why I’m so scared. I don’t trust guys, not really. I don’t trust them with my heart. That’s why I couldn’t tell Niall. I’m going to show him this, so maybe he can understand what I can’t tell him.

I don’t want to be afraid, so I’m going to see if Niall understands. Wish me luck.

Love…

The heartbroken girl

I sat back and stared at the entry. I couldn’t believe that someone used Brielle as a bet. It was wrong to do to any girl. I had half a mind to track down this Aaron and kill him. But, instead, I went to bed.

I found Brielle laying on her side of the bed, curled up into a little ball. I felt the bed dip down as I lay down next to her.  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She smelled really good, a combination of my shampoo and strawberries. I inhaled deeply, trying to remember her scent.

“What’re you doing to me?” I mumbled.

Brielle didn’t move, so I pressed a kiss to her temple and simply held her. The boys would call me whipped. My mother would tell me I was in love. I preferred to think that I was simply a boyfriend, doing what boyfriends do.

Brielle sighed and rolled over so she was facing me. I liked it better that way. That way, Brielle would be the first thing I see in the morning.    

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