Come With Me (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3

Gisela's (P.O.V.)

I woke up today thinking about Niall. I was hoping that maybe he would come to school today.

I don't know why but I've been in a really good mood. I did all my usual things I do before school. I yelled "Bye, mom! I love you!" before going out the door. I don't always do that.

When I walked about three blocks down I heard a voice call my name. It was for sure a guy voice.

"Hey, Gisela!". I turned to see who it was.

There was more than just one guy. It was a few of the meanest guys at my school. I didn't know which one called my name but they all like to bully me.

I quickly turned back around and started walking faster. I shouldn't have done that because that made one of them yell, "Get her! Don't let her get away!".

After that I ran as fast as I could. Which by the way isn't that fast. They soon caught up to me.

One of them pulled me back by my shirt and they all started punching me, and calling me names. They said some of the meanest things I've ever heard. One of them pushed me onto the ground the rest started kicking. Then someone began pulling my hair while others scratched, spat, punched, kicked, and... so on. I just wanted it to be over as soon as it could.

At the point where I felt like I was about to pass out, I heard a familiar voice yell, "Leave her the fuck alone!". They all stopped and started running away.

By the time the person came to me I was already fading away.

"Don't worry Princess, your going to be okay." was the last thing I heard before slowly I blacked out.

When I woke up I felt pain everywhere. I had a huge headache and I didn't know where I was. Until I looked at the hoodie in front of me. It was laying on the side of the couch. I remembered Niall wearing it.

I slowly sat myself up and rubbed my eyes. I felt dizzy. I was sitting on a couch that I didn't remember being here before. Then I seen Niall walk in. He sat down next to me. "Where did you get this couch?" I asked him.

"You know when people leave their junk on the side of the street. Well, that's where I got it." His voice sounded angry.

"A-are you mad?" I asked quietly.

"What do you think? Of course I'm mad! In fact I'm furious! Why would anyone ever do that to you?".

"I-I don't know." I said.

"Well I'm going to make them pay! I'm not going to let anyone treat you like that! And if-" I cut him off.

"Wait. What do you mean your going to make them pay? What are you going to do?" I asked running my words quickly together.

"I'm going to beat the crap out of all of them, because they all fucking deserve it!" He yelled at me running his words together as well.

"No, p-please don't do that! I'm begging you not to!" I said hoping he would tell me he wouldn't.

"Sorry, but I'm not going to listen to you Princess! Their going to be in hospital beds by the time I'm done with them!" Niall said to me.

"If you do that Niall. I'm going to-" He cut me off.

"Your going to what?" He asked, causing me to stop. "You can't do anything. You won't fight me, you can't leave me, so you can't stop me. There's nothing you can do to make me not want to hurt them." He sounded serious.

"Is there anything I can do for you to make you stop?" I asked waiting to see what he would say.

"For me? What? Why wouldn't you want me to hurt them for you?" He asked.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt. Not me, not them... n-not you." I said quietly.

"Don't worry about me Princess. I can handle pain."

"I can handle pain to, but you worry." I said to him while waiting for his reaction.

"Yeah, well it's different because I'm a guy and your a girl. I am strong and you are weak. I am tall and you are short." He was making me feel worse about myself.

I'm not even that much shorter than him. I'm only just about two or three inches shorter. That's not that much... right?

"Are you still going to try to beat them up?" I asked pretty sure he didn't change his mind.

"You can bet your life on it Princess.".

"Niall I've been meaning to ask you, why do you call me Princess so much?".

"Well there was no reason why I couldn't so I did.". He thought for another second before saying, "Although even if there was a reason why I couldn't, I would have probably still called you Princess.".

"Can I ask you another question?".

"Go ahead." He said. He was in a better mood now.

"Why did you chose to sit next to me?" I asked.

He looked at me for a second before he spoke.

"When I was looking around in the classroom I seen other empty seats. But every person that was sitting next to the seats looked too mean to boss around, and too strong to drag around everywhere. So I picked you because I knew if I wanted to go somewhere, you were going to come with me.".

"So is that the only reason why you picked me? Just because you wanted a person to come along with you?" I asked hoping that it wasn't true.

"Yeah. Why else would I have picked you?" He asked with a smile. His words hurt me... maybe because I'm just starting to realize... I might be starting to fall for him.