Save You Tonight (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 5 - Running

Brigit's P.O.V.

What was I doing? I was running around the streets of Leeds like a maniac, trying to escape from whatever had just happened. I'd left Niall sitting there, all alone in that restaurant, I couldn't believe I was so selfish! He said he liked me, shouldn't I be happy? Finally there's somebody who likes me for being myself. Was he lying? He'd only met me one day ago. Maybe he feels sorry for me... I just don't know! 

"Hey, sexy." A teenage boy strutted over to me. He had dark brown eyes, horrible spots scattered all over his greasy face, and an out-grown Bieber hair cut. 

"Ew." I muttered under my breath. Why do I get the strange ones? 

"We don't normally get your type around here, are you lost?" I'd only just noticed that he had a broken skateboard tucked under his right arm. 

"My type?" I asked, disgusted. 

"Yeah, the pretty girls." He shrugged one shoulder. Was he paying me a compliment? Or taking the piss? 

I scoffed "I'm not pretty." 

He looked like he was about to argue, but he quickly let the subject drop. Hopping onto his three-wheeled skateboard, he took off down the road. 

Well that was weird... 

"BRIGIT!" I heard that all-too familiar Irish accent. It reminded me of when he had chased me out of the club. He wanted to make sure I was alright, because that's the sort of kind person he is. "Oh, thank God you're here. I've looked everywhere for you! Why would you just run off? You hate me don't you? Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have said anything. Are you hurt? Who was that boy you were speaking to? He looked creepy. Do you know him?" 

"JESUS NIALL!" I put my hand over his mouth to silence him. "I'm absolutely fine. I didn't know him, he was just some random loser trying to make conversation. I don't hate you, either." 

"But what I said... I'm so embarrased." He leaned against the wall and sat down, putting his head in his hands. 

Ergh, Niall! Why do you have to be so frickin' adorable?! "Don't be." I sat beside him and took his hands in mine. He looked into my eyes. Oh man, why is he doing this to me?

Niall's P.O.V.

Her beautiful green eyes were so captivating, I could literally explore them for hours. They were filled with so much emotion; hurt and torture from her tragic past, resentment, isolation. Fear to open up her heart and let me in. I could be so good for her, I'd be able to heal those wounds. If only she'd let me...