Save You Tonight (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 2 - Roadtrip!

Niall's P.O.V.

We threw the last of our bags into the orange campervan and then climbed in. 

"We're going to Leeds! We're going to Leeds!" Louis jumped up and down in his seat, pulling Eleanor into a romantic kiss. 

I felt a slight pang of jealousy as I watched the boys get all lovey-dovey with their girlfriends. 

"So Niall," Harry reluctantly broke away from Micaela "you going on the pull tonight?" He raised one eyebrow. 

"Maybe." I lied, looking out the window. 

He laughed.

*Fast Forward 3 hours*

"We're hereeeeeeeeee!" Liam gave Danielle a piggy-back as we strolled along the brightly-lit street. 

It was quite dark now, the atmosphere was amazing! All you could hear was music and laughing and singing. It was really nice. 

"Let's get wasted!" Harry ran into the nearest club, Louis following close behind. 

Eleanor and Micaela walked in together, Danielle was still on Liam's back as they approached the entrance, and Zayn... well, he was snogging the face off Perrie. 

I sat down on one of the bar stools casually. 

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked. 

"A beer please." I smiled. 

There were people dancing around the club, occasionally throwing up, buying each other drinks. I, on the other hand, stayed quiet and witnessed what was going on around me. 

I went to take another swig from the bottle when something caught my eye. Not something. Someone. A girl. 

She was sat on one of the round tables in the middle of the room, all by herself. She looked lonely. Her hair was a light shade of brown, and it came just above her hips. She was wearing a tight black dress, which hugged in her skinny waist nicely. She didn't have much makeup on, from what I could tell (the lighting was pretty bad). 

She realised I was staring at her, and hid her face in embarrassment. Aw, she was quite cute. 

I picked up my beer and strolled over to her table. 

"Hi." I smiled when she looked up at me. 

"Hey." She replied simply. 

"Mind if I sit here?" I asked, pointing to the empty chair. 

"Guess not." She shrugged, downing the remains of her drink, which looked like Vodka. 

I sat down willingly. 

"I'm Niall." I held out my hand. 

"Brigit." She shook it once. 

Okay, so she was a girl of very few words. 

Now that I was sat across from her, I could fully appreciate her characteristics. She had green eyes, and a few freckles scattered across her cheeks and nose. 

"Nice name." I commented, not really knowing what to say. 

It'd been a while since I talked to girls. 

"Thanks. So, how can I help you?" She finally made eye contact with me. 

Oh my god. Those eyes, oh wow. I felt like my heart was melting. Yes, it's cheesy, but still. 

"Er... well, you looked a bit lonely?" My statement turned into a question. 

She smiled weakly. 

"I don't really like being on my own, but I've got nobody to be with." 

I narrowed my eyes. "Why not?" 

She bit her bottom lip, it looked like she was holding back tears. 

"Because I have no friends, my parents are dead, and I'm a worthless bitch." She sobbed, resting her head on the table. 

"Brigit, I'm so so-" I began saying, but she cut me off. 

"Don't say you're sorry, I'm sick of people telling me that." She looked up at me. 

Her mascara had run, but she still looked lovely. 

"But I mean it. I shouldn't have asked you anything. I had no right to do that." I shook my head furiously, annoyed at myself. 

"It's fine, don't worry about it." She stood up "it was nice meeting you, Niall." 

With that, she picked up her over-the-shoulder-handbag and walked out of the club. 

I sat there dumbstruck. 

Crap Niall, what have you done?