I WANNA BE WITH YOU

CHAPTER 18: I WANNA BE WITH YOU

NIALLS POV:

Where’s Scarlet? She should be coming back by now. I decided to go find here weaving through all the people. It was so packed. I saw her quickly being pulled by someone and then she disappeared. I shoved through the crowd hearing people swearing at me, but I don’t care. I got to the door to see Scarlet laying on the floor with a man shoving a needle into her leg. She’s gone silent. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?” I yelled. I pushed him off of her punching him in the jaw. He held his face and ran out of the room. I would have gone after him and literally end his life, but Scarlet. 

She was laying there motionless on the floor with her dress cut off. Her hair was pulled out of her pony tail and her makeup was smeared. One final black tear fell from her eyes. She was still breathing, but what did he inject her with? I have to call Paul. I have to call the boys. I pulled out my iPhone and texted them. They all came in, pulling her from the ground. “Wait, guys her dress..” Harry pulled off his shirt and put it on Scar, she was so out. The only thing I am going to have trouble with is the Paparazzi. Now we are going to have to explain why we are carrying Scarlet passed out, and why Harry is shirtless. We got to the front door. I had Scar on my back when the cameras started flashing. One man got really in my face, I was so angry right now I did the unthinkable. I punched him right in the face. Why did I do that? Why am I being this way? Now i’ll have to explain that tomorrow too..

SCARLETS POV:

I woke up, head pounding. It was still dark outside and I heard the voices of everyone coming from the kitchen. I pushed myself up, the bed was so fluffy my whole body literally sunk in. I looked down at my leg that was patched up with bandages. What happened? Why me? Why now? Why is it always me that gets hurt? Do I have a black cloud following me? 

I walked over to the open door. I didn’t care who was out there, I just didn’t want to be alone with myself because I know what will happen. I’ll finally break. 

Niall and the boys were sitting around the couches. Zayn on his laptop, Louis on his phone, Liam was watching tv, Harry was looking out the window, and Niall was sitting there with his eyes closed. The boys looked up except Niall. I stumbled behind the couch and kissed him on the forehead. His eyes flipped open, blood shot but still blue as ever. He has been so stressed out latley because of me. I should just leave and never look back. He doesn’t deserve to feel this way. I don’t deserve him. 

“SCARLET, are you alright? What happened. Tell me everything. Does your leg hurt? Do you want anything? Why do you-“ I cut him off. “Niall, calm down. I’m fi-“ 

“Don’t you dare say you are fine Scarlet. Your not. I can see the way your eyes don’t match your smile. I see everything. I can read you like an open book.” 

“You know he’s right.” Harry added in, walking over to me and Niall. “Oh, Scarlet i’m so glad you’re okay.” He hugged me and so did the other boys. They all gave me a group hug. It really felt like a family, except Shane wasn’t there. “Where’s Shane?” I asked in the middle of the group hug. Everyone stopped and walked away saying “Uhhh…” or “Ummm..” 

“Where is he boys.” I said with more force. Liam finally answered me. “He’s sleeping!” I played along saying okay, but I knew something was up. I just didn’t want to deal with anymore drama right now. 

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NIALLS POV:

She is so fragile. The way she moves, the way she walks, the way she says my name in a whisper. 

Laying here in bed with reminds me that I couldn’t ask for anything better. Her hair intertwined in my fingers and my lips on hers. The smell of her perfume. The smell of wintergreen on her breath. Her cold hands feeling up my bare back gives me goose bumps that’ll never go away. Everything about her, everything she is. 

The light from the moon shined through the half shut blinds making lines on her face. Her eyes were just staring at me, her beautiful hazel eyes. Some days they were blue, some days they were green, and some days they were a light brown. Sort of like her, everyday was different. Somedays she was laughing, somedays she wasn’t. Somedays she was completely there, somedays it was like half of her was gone. Why does my fame do this to her? If I had it any other way I would quit being famous. Of course I wouldn’t stop singing. I’d just be sitting in a coffee shop somewhere singing my songs that are horrible. But I wouldn’t mind as long as I had her. 

Her smile. Oh, her smile could bring the stars to shame. Her perfect white teeth with her rosy colored lips. 

And her cheeks. Always pale until I said something that would make her blush. She always blushed, that was her thing. Her one thing that I needed. It was a reassurance that she finds me “sweet”, or “charming.” But sometimes I didn’t like when she blushed. Like when I say to her “You’re beautiful.” It’s sort of like, she’s embarrassed. Like she doesn’t think she is. Almost as if she is being lied to..But I would never lie to her, ever.

She was wearing her t-shirt she used to wear to a summer camp. I find it so, is sexy the word? Sexy, that she doesn’t wear that laced up PJ’S to bed. She just throws on a big t-shirt and that’s it. Nothing spectacular, just her in a tee. That’s all I want. 

She raised her hand and put it on my cheek. The coldness made me jump a little, but my body got used to the temp. She pulled her body closer to me, making sure it was alright. 

“When will I be alright?” She asked in a hushed tone. I knew what she meant, but it was hard to think of an answer.

“You are alright. You’re with me right now, and everything will be okay. You will be strong, I promise you that.” I kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her neck. I whispered in her ear, “I love you, and when I say that I mean it. You are perfect, and flawless, and everything under the sun. You are my princess.” A tear rolled down her face, but a moment later she pushed me against the bed smushing her lips to mine. She went on her knees to pull her shirt off revealing her bare skin. To think she’s all mine.. It feels impossible.