Finding You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eleven

Here's Chapter Eleven! So, the last chapter got over 200 comments and I thought that was amazing. I was having a pretty crappy day, but it's kind of hard to stay worried when I have a lot of people who leave encouraging comments and send me really nice messages on here! :) Also my best friend Quinn talked to me and made me stop worrying about my problems. SO, YEAH. :)

This chapter is dedicated to michaelaisabear because she basically set up my facebook page for me! :D It would really mean a lot if everyone liked it: http://www.facebook.com/xrelentless4l

:) Thank you.

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Chapter Eleven

Ariella(Jamie)’S POV

            When I left Thomas and Wade I felt a little uneasy. I hoped they would be able to distract the security guards long enough for me to see Niall. I kept running straight in the direction that Wade told me to go. I was panting and my feet were killing me. I took my heels off and continued running.

My heart raced as I saw their tour bus. I could faintly see Louis being the last one to get on there. I ran as fast as my feet would take me and pounded on the door with as much force as I could. I think I almost knocked the door down.

It felt like my heartbeat shook my entire body with each thump.

I heard muffled voices inside.

“Is that a fan?” Someone asked.

“WHAT IF SOMEONE NEEDS OUR HELP?!” Someone shrieked. Yep, that was definitely Louis.

“I’ll go check…” One with an Irish accent said.

Was it my Niall? Could it really be him?

When the door creaked open a bit, I heard his beautiful voice for the first time in a long time.

“Hello?” He asked.

I couldn’t even see him because the door was barely cracked.

“Niall?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m Niall. What do you want?” He asked.

“Open the door please,” I begged.

“Are you a fan?” He asked, annoyed.

“No, now open the –” I started to say, but I didn’t get to finish my sentence because I was tackled hard on my side.

My head smacked onto the concrete so hard that I thought it would burst like a watermelon. I groaned loudly. I looked to see who tackled me and I saw the furious look in his eyes. He had the same eyes as my step-father. As I analyzed him, I realized that it wasn’t Steve. The man looked so much like him though.

“Close the door! It’s just a psycho fan! Don’t worry boys, we got her. You’re safe now,” I heard a harsh voice say.

Someone shut he barely cracked door completely.

My head snapped in the direction of the lying man. It was Darrin Michelson. How could he do this?

The man who was pinning me down looked to Darrin as if he was asking permission to do something. Darrin simply nodded. The man who resembled Steve got off of me but hoisted me up to my knees by my hair.