Never Forget You (Niall Horan Fan Fic)

Chapter 8

3 weeks later

Ashley's POV

I sit at work paranoid. For the past two weeks I've been gluing this whole puzzle together. Mikey's funeral is tomorrow. I don't know if I could go. Emily doesn't know it was my fault he died. Thank god she moved in with Mackenzie. I love Kenzie, she's so sweet and generous and I couldn't ask for a better friend honestly.<--- {real life moment :) No like she's not mean or anything but she's a really good friend to me!} I was thinking about telling Emily, but she's taking this really hard.

"Hey! Elswick! What are you doing!" My boss says.

I look down noticing I wrote what I thought. "You were suppose to be typing a letter but of course your writing something!" She says. Becky is kind of nice. All I reply with is "Actually I finished the letter 3 hours ago!" She looks at me and pushes me out of my seat, She finds the file and prints it off. I guess she's in bitch mode.

Me and Niall  are meeting after work because where the whole police story business deal happened at Emily's. At last I get to tell him my story. I just hopes he don't think I'm lieing or something. I think he is nice and sweet. But he texts me every 10 seconds. Oh well.

At work there was this case of a girl who lived in South Shields and came to America to kill her brother. She looked so familiar.

Like I know her.

After Work at 4

I walked to Starbucks hoping Niall didn't bail on me like everyone does to me. I see him sitting at a table with 3 coffees.

It was suppose to only be me and him.

So I walk over and sit down when Kenzie walks over. Ah, good it's Kenzie. I was afraid it was gonna be someone I couldn't possibly know.

"Hey Niall, what's up?" I ask.

"Well if you took Science class, the sky." He says.

"But I'm fine, Mackenzie just stopped by to see how you were doing!" He adds.

I noticed he got my coffee. How would he know? I'm starting to find things starting off weird. He was the one who quickly came to the club when I got raped. 

Kenzie says good bye and leaves. 

"So, the story?" He asks.

I look at him, our blue eyes lock and I notice him flinch. I tilt my head to the left and bite my lip. 

"Well, when I was born my mom didn't want me and left me at a door step. I was put into adoption and it took a long time to even figure out what my real name was. When I grew up everyone made fun of me because I was chubby and didn't have parents. So when I turned 14, I tried to commit suicide and never talked to anyone. Every night I got these thought like I should be dead and everything. Well, highschool hit and I guess I was the target to get teased. Again, I tried and tried and my adoption center put me on therepy and I've been going to sessions since I was 17. College hit, and people left me alone. I became a rebel and shut everyone out. I got in fights and had to switch colleges for so many. I ended up in Harvard somehow to become a worker for lawyers. Now I still try but it doesn't really surprise me at all." 

This must have taken hours until he stands up and gives me a hug. He whispers something in my ear I couldn't catch, but he repeated it saying,

"She's watching us, stay close to me." My heart skipped a beat and I couldn't breathe. He puts his arm around me and decides to take me outside. We walk down town and it's snowing and quite chilly. I pull my coat tighter, and as he notices, he pulls me tighter.

"W-Where are y-you taking me?" I start to stutter.

" A secret place. Where even she doesn't know."

It feels like we walk 15 miles until we reach a field. I know this. White flowers cover all of it. He grabs my hand and drags me to it. We lay down. Where my head of curly brown hair falls, and I see a knife above me.

Out of the dream

As I walk through the mall doors, people force me to walk. He sits at the table with no coffee and looks lonely.

"Lonely, Mr. Horan?" I say smiling.

"Just waiting for you! C'mon and lets order the coffee." He says staring at my red lipstick.

As we walk up to the counter he puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Vanilla Coffee with double sugar, and a Caramel Coffee with double cream and 1 sugar."

We walk back to the table. Him looking at me.

He opens his mouth and nods to me. I think that means to tell him everything.

So I do and I shall. He frisks his hair with his hand crying and I hate to see him do this. 

"I understand, I've felt it. You may think I'm a stalker, but I know you." He says. 

I spit up a little bit of my coffee, is he a weirdo? I don't know and I'm scared.