Come With Me (Niall Horan)

Chapter 2

Gisela's (P.O.V.)

It was almost the end of the school day and I haven't seen Niall since 3rd period. I told my friends what him and I were talking about, and Natalie recommended me to leave before Niall could find me.

She obviously doesn't trust Niall. And I don't think I should either. Although, there is something somewhere inside me that is intrigued by him. But I know still need to trust Natalie on this one.

After the bell I walked out of the classroom and tried to get home. I was in a big crowd of people. And we were all trying to get out of school. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab onto my wrist and pull me out of the crowd. It was Niall.

"I told you, you were coming with me!" He said. His voice sounded kinda angry. "You better do what I say princess! You don't want to get on my bad side!".

Niall started pulling me by my wrist and started walking.

"Where are we going? Let me go! I have to get home!" I said while trying to break loose of his grip.

"First of all princess, you won't be going home unless I say. Second of all, I would advise you to stop struggling. And third, I don't know where we are going so you'll just have to wait and see." His words kinda scared me. I just wanted to go home. I don't even know him yet.

"What do you mean you don't know where we are going? Aren't you the one taking me?" I asked him.

He tugged my body close to him, and said while looking me strait in the eyes, "Listen princess. If you ask me one more question I might go crazy. So just shut up! Your giving me a headache!".

His eyes are so beautiful. They are a incredible blue. They look like the most perfect- Wait what am I saying? I don't like Niall. I like Brent. I don't even know Niall!

"Hey princess, I have a question for you." He stop walking and turned towards me. His grip still held tightly on my wrist. "Why are you afraid of me?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"W-why do you think I'm afraid of you?" I asked.

I'm not going to lie, I'm kinda afraid of him, but I've been telling you that already.

"I don't think your afraid. I know you are. I can hear it in the way you talk, and see it in the way you react when I touch you." He took a second to look at me. "I can also see how you like Brent.".

I didn't know what to say at that point. How did he know these things? How could he know that in the first day?

"Is it that obvious?" I asked him.

"Well for me it is. It might be harder for some other people. I've just been paying very close attention to you." He said. Then he continued walking.

It almost seemed like we were never going to stop. But soon enough he shouted "Here we are!". I looked back at him as if he was crazy. It was an ugly abandon house.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"I don't really know, but you can call it home." He said while dragging me up to the doorsteps. He started wiggling the doorknob and tried to get it open. It didn't work. "Locked." He said under his breath. "Well I guess we need to get in the other way." He said. He pulled me to the back yard and tried to open that door. It didn't work either. After that he finally let go of me. "Last try." He said while picking up a rock.

"Stop! Don't do that!" I yelled at him, but he didn't listen. By the time I got done saying it, the first rock was throne, and he broke the window.

"We're in." He said with a huge smile. He reached through the broken window to unlock the door. Then he grabbed my wrist again and walked me in.

It was dark and a little creepy. I was afraid. I grabbed onto Niall's arm and held it tight. He laughed.

"Are you afraid?" He asked as if that's the dumbest thing ever. "It's just a old, dark house. Nothing to be afraid of princess." He said still smiling.

"But I don't really like old, dark houses. Their too old... and dark...". He laughed at my words.

The first thing he did was try to flip the light-switch on. It didn't work. So then he opened the windows. It did get brighter. He stood in the middle of the room and looked around. A smile slowly grew on his face. "I like it here." He said. "We'll be coming here more often... Maybe even everyday.".

"I-I can't be here everyday. I-I shouldn't be here right now. I need to get home." I said to him hoping he won't get mad.

"Well your not home. Your with me, and when your with me, you do what I say! Got it?" He looked and sounded angry again.

I tried not to get him anymore mad. I started to think of a way to calm him down, but before I got to I got a text from my mom.

"Who is it?" Niall asked.

"It's my mom. S-she wants to know where I am and if I'm okay." I said to him without looking up from my phone.

"Text her back that your fine, and that your safe with a friend." Niall demanded. I did just that. All my mom texted me back was to not be gone for too long.

"What did she say?" Niall asked.

"Oh, um... She said don't be gone for too long." I said kinda quietly.

"How long is too long?" He asked. I wasn't quite sure.

"I'll tell you when it's too long." I said to him while putting my phone in my jacket pocket.

"No, tell me now so I know!" He startled me.

"B-but I don't know." I haven't ever used that kind of voice before. It was soft and it didn't sound like me.

Niall let out a big sigh, "Fine, but you better warn me when it's about time. I want to know.".

"O-okay." I said as he came closer to me. The closer he was the faster my heart raced.

"So Gisela. Tell me. Do you only hang out with those two girls at school?" He asked me, probably just to change the subject.

"Uh... yeah. They are my only friends. The only people that like me at our school." I said while looking down feeling pretty pathetic.

"Don't feel bad princess. At least you have friends. Some people don't." He said. I think he was trying to make me feel better.

"I don't think I know anyone who doesn't have friends." I said back to him.

"Well... You know me." He said. I looked up at him. Did he just tell me he doesn't have any friends? "Are you surprised?" He asked looking into my eyes. I felt kinda bad for him.

"You don't have friends?" I asked quietly in that soft voice again.

"I never had friends." He said. "Do you know why?" He asked me in my surprise.

I shook my head no. I thought if I tried to talk I would cry for him like the baby I am.

"Is it the way I look? Is it the way I talk? Please out of everything, tell me it's not because of the way I act. I know how to change anything else, but I don't know how to change how I act." He said to me while looking at my lips.

"I-I don't know what it is, But I could be your friend i-if you want... I-I won't mind." Those words were hard to get out of my mouth for some reason.

"Why would you be my friend? Your afraid of me." He said.

"Why wouldn't I?" I said with a smile, and from that moment, when he smiled back, I knew I felt something else for him. Something more a little special.