Fear [Niall Horan]

Trouble

This morning I woke up with a new view on everything. It's been a week since Jasmine passed away, in that time I did manage to gain the courage to visit her mum and tell her how sorry I was. She understood knowing how protective of me Jasmine could be and she told me not to blame myself.

I did at first, blame myself that is. I tried so hard not to but I couldn't help it. The guy was trying to rob me and Jasmine defended me with her life. I still haven't mentioned to anyone about Niall turning up and saving me from the same fate though, I promised I wouldn't and I never will.

Today though, I woke up feeling somewhat better. Not better about my friend dying but better in myself as I've come to accept that it's happened, it's in the past and there's nothing I can do about it. After showering and getting dressed I made my way downstairs to find my mum curled up on the sofa under a blanket sleeping.

She's exhausted. These past few days she's struggled to get me to come out of my room to eat, to socialise or to shower. To do anything but I refused, I didn't want to do anything but today is different. I quickly write a note and leave it on the coffee table for my mum to find when she wakes up. I then grab my keys and phone before exiting the house and making my way up the street.

The weathers not great so I'm thankful I still have Niall's jacket to wear. He's been climbing through the window every night to keep me company but refuses to take his jacket every time he leaves so I thought I'd make the most of having it and wear it today. There's a chill in the air so I wrap my arms around myself closing the jacket stopping the breeze from entering.

As I turn off my road and onto the busy shop streets I look around taking in my surroundings, there's people walking together chatting about things, laughing, joking. Other's walking their dogs or pushing strollers, one of which I have to jump out the way of so they don't walk straight into me. When I jump back I'm caught by a pair of strong pale tattooed arms, I turn around to thank them only to come face to face with my friend.

"Niall, what are you doing here?"

"Well fancy bumping into you like this, we do have to stop meeting like this," he smiles standing me back up on my feet.

"Thanks for catching me."

"No problem, so you decided to leave the house then? How are you feeling?"

"I've been better but I've been a lot worse," I reply then go back to my previous question. "What are you doin out in broad daylight? I thought you didn't want people knowing you were around."

"Guys got to eat," he smiles linking my arm with his. "And I bet you're starving, come on let's go get some food."

I don't have time to protest as Niall walks me a couple extra feet in front of us and pulls me into a small safe on the corner of the street. We approach the counter and order some food and hot drinks before finding a seat out of sight in the back; Niall's choice of course.

"So what made you come out the house today Lex?"

"I got fed up with moping, fed up with crying. Like you said I can still miss her but I don't have to hate myself for what happened. Thought some fresh air would help too," I smiled at him which he returned.

"And then you bumped into me, so now your days just got better," he replied smirking which made us both giggle.

A waitress brings over our food and drink setting it down nicely on the table then heads back off to serve other customers while we dig in. This is the first decent meal I've had in front of me in a week, my stomach rumbles happily at the sight of it. I pick up my knife and fork digging in quickly shoving mouthfuls of food into my mouth.

"Whoa slow down you'll give yourself a stomach ache," Niall laughs loudly

"Haven't eaten in a week," I mumble with a mouthful of food making him laugh even louder.

We both fall silent once his laughter stops and continue eating our food. It's nice and relaxing until some obnoxious sniggers sound behind us. I turn to my side to see where to noise is coming from only to see three of the guys from my school standing there pointing in my direction, whispering to one another and then I hear it.

"Yeah she killed him. She murdered a guy and left Jasmine for dead."

My heart stops. Is this what everyone's going to think of me? That I killed a man in cold blood, have they not seen the news? Did they not hear what he did to Jasmine? I defended myself, it was self defence!

"Excuse me!" I say looking at each of them in the eye as they all continue to smirk and whisper.

"You heard right, you're a murderer and a shit friend. Who in their right mind would run away and leave their friend for dead." The biggest of the three speaks in a spiteful tone.

"I'm not a murderer," I hiss through my teeth and my temper starts to play up

"Ooo look the murderer is getting angry, what you gunna do kill us next?" another boy joins in and my breathing fastens.

"She won't have to!" Niall snaps jumping out of his chair and lunges toward the boys.

He hits one down with a swift kick to the gut then turns punching another straight in the face leaving the biggest for last. By this point the whole cafe is staring at us, some on their phones; recording or dialling numbers. Some just cheering for one or the other to win and then there's me standing by the table Niall and I were just eating at smiling at his attack on the three boys who insulted me.

I don't know why but it felt good to see the guys hurting as Niall punched and kicked each of them. His anger toward them and protection for me even came as a turn on. Hearing the sound of sirens in the distance I grabbed Niall's hand and pulled him from the cafe leaving the three boys laid out on the floor covered in blood. He didn't kill these guys but he hurt them enough that they wouldn't speak of me like that again.  

I pulled Niall half way down the street until his speed took over and he led the way, we quickly turned down a dark alleyway and onto another street before we stopped to catch our breath.

"Those jerks won't speak about you like that again," Niall smirked as if proud of his beating on the three guys.

Instinct took over and I jumped forward pressing my body against he's. I pushed Niall's breathless body up against the wall behind him and forced my lips onto his, the taste of blood and sweat filled my mouth as I moved my lips in sync with his massaging his tongue with mine. Niall is quick to gain control by grabbing me by my waist and spinning us around so I'm now pressed against the wall. His hands pressed either side of my head as I lean upward to gain more pressure.

I don't know why I feel like this. I don't know why I liked watching him beat those guys or why it turned me on so much but I know one thing for sure and that is with Niall around I feel safe. Safe and protected.