An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 6

JULIETS POV

The sandwich I just made is surprisingly good...or maybe I'm just hungry. 

When he says he's from Ireland, I am shocked. When I really listen to his voice, I can hear the Irish accent. He's from the place i've been wanting to visit since I was a little girl. My mom once showed me their flag, and told me it was a beautiful place. Before she had me, one of her boyfriends took here there. She said that even though the guy was a jerk, the trip was amazing. Ever since that day, I researched Ireland and knew that I had to visit. 

But now that I have met someone who was born there just makes me want to go even more. I want to ask him all these questions, but I can't bring myself to ask them. Don't want to make it seem like i'm prying for information. 

"You should check it out," he says, leaning towards me. A smile plays on his lips but when we continue holding eye contact, his smile slowly disappears. I can see them briefly travel to my nose, my mouth. His eyes are round, and so blue. It's so easy to get lost in them. They have a tender look to them that I know he won't hurt me. I never want to forget them. 

But when my mind catches up with what I'm doing, I have to look away. 

Eyes can say a lot about a person if you really pay attention. I'm afraid he can see through them and have an idea of what lies behind them. I want to run from here and hope that he doesn't think I'm strange for looking at him that way. He's very nice to look at. 

"Can I run something by you?" I have no idea what he's running to or what he's about to grab or what he wants to run by me, but I'm a little excited. I'm relieved overall when he doesn't seem phased by the fact that I was kinda drooling over him just seconds ago. 

The first thing I see is his guitar. Of course he plays guitar. Probably explains the one's hanging in the living room. 

He begins playing a soft melody. A beautiful sound that deserves to be heard to the world. His fingers move with ease on every chord. He smacks his lips together as his head moves up and down to the rhythm. 

This is a view that should be up in a frame. The light shines behind from him, making a glow that outlines his body. 

I've never been a major fan of music, but what i'm listening to could make me the biggest fan. 

My phone rings, and for a second I think it's not mine, but I can feel the vibration. Without thinking, I pull it out and Niall stops playing. I feel horrible for interrupting him, but he simply smiles. 

When I look at the text, I regret it. 

*Matt: Come back to my place. I had fun and I hope you had fun ;)* 

Tears well in my eyes. The good time I was just having has been thrown out the window. Matt's grin plays in my head. I can't be here. I can't let Niall see me like this. 

I'm running through his front door before I can hear him say anything else. Stupid Matt and his stupid words. I stop and throw the phone to the ground, smashing it. 

I look behind me and no sign of Niall. For a moment I thought he was going to run after me and hug me. But who am I kidding? He doesn't know me and I don't know him. We're strangers to each other and I am positive that he has better things to do then deal with petty issues like me. 

But he was such a nice guy. He helped me distract from the horrible cause that is Matt. He was erased from my mind for that frame of time. 

Tears escape my eyes, but I viciously wipe them away. 

When I get to grandma's house, she shoots rapid questions. 

"Where were you?" I avoid her eyes and make sure my voice doesn't come out shaky. The last thing I want is her to be concerned with me. 

"I was...hanging out with some people." I swallow hard when I sense the shakiness. 

"That boy, Matt, called." My eyes open wide. 

"What?"

"He asked for you." Matt is playing games with me. He's mentally slapping me, rubbing what he did in my face. Fear and anger all well up in me. 

"Next time he calls tell him he can fuck off." Never have I used a word like that in front of grandma, but the mention of Matt destroys me little by little. 

I run up the stairs, and of course my grandma follows me up. 

"Juliet, watch your mouth. You know I don't like those words." Her scoldings only make me want to cry more. A single tear leaves my eye and I wipe it away before she sees it. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Honey, is something wrong?" She approaches me and I pinch the back of my hand to hold back the vault of tears. Her palm makes contact with my cheek, moving my face to see her directly. I only look down at my hands. I musn't let her see me like this. "I'm okay," I say. 

"You sure?" I nod and hope that it's enough to convince her to leave me alone. I move towards my bed and sit on it. She gets the hint to leave me alone. and that's what she does. She closes the door slowly and I bury my face in my pillow. 

My pillow is soon stained with tears as the only thing I see in my head is Matt's face as he hurts me and the smile of pure malice he showed me. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I muffle into the pillow. 

Niall's face pops into my head. His eyes overpower Matt's and his smile shines through. There's a knock on the door and Niall's face evaporates. 

Grandma's head is sneaking through the door. 

"Come help me place some cups I bought in the cabinets, please." 

"Okay," I reply. "I'll be there in a minute." When she closes the door, I shut my eyes. Steady breaths leave me to try to forget this at least while I help out my grandma. 

The tv is on and grandma is on a two step ladder reaching for the top cabinet. Grandma has shrunken over the years. 

"I'll do it grandma." She slowly steps off and places the glass down. My eyes move to the tv and what I see stops me from moving. I move closer to the tv to make sure I saw correctly. 

"The guys are looking forward to the tour in the following months," the reporter says. I see Niall, sticking out is tongue to the camera as he plays a guitar. I shake my head and look again. 

Niall is standing next to 4 other guys. This can't be real. 

"Juliet, everything okay?" My grandma shakes my arm and she's holding the glass. Looking back at the screen, I reply, "Yeah." He's gone. 

Who is Niall? 

As soon as I'm done helping grandma, I'm faster than the speed of light to get to my room. Niall is even more engraved in my head since I saw his face. 

I don't think it was him. Maybe my head is playing games with me. It must be. 

I open up my laptop and open up google. The only thing I can possibly think of putting on there is his name, so that's exactly what I do. 

When I put in his name, the first thing I see are pictures of him. Niall Horan. 

This is unbelievable.