Falling FOR Grace. (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Falling FOR Grace.

Grace's POV

"GET OUT BRYAN!" I screamed and cried out to him.

"Gracey, baby! We can fix this!" He came after me.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" I shouted with all I could, hoping my flat neighbors would hear.

"Grace! Don't you do this! You're going to want me back and I won't be there for you!"

I unlocked my flat door and slammed it, I locked it behind me again.

I broke down right there in my living room. I lived alone, so I bothered no one.

Oh my, I'm sorry. I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Grace Stradfort. I live in England. My parents are dead. My grandparents as well. My mum, nor dad had any brothers or sisters. But, I'm 18, so I can legally live on my own. I work at the coffee shop not too far down the street. I could walk there, if I wanted to. I have fiery red hair. Yes, that picture IS me. And that IS my natural hair color. Believe it or not.

I don't really pay attention to news or what's popular these days. Nothing catches my attention these days.

What happened before I got off track? I caught my boy friend cheating on me. He followed me all the way back to my flat from the pub. I don't need him. Me and him hadn't been talking much, and I was going to the pub just for a drink or two. And what do I see? Him nearly ripping a girls clothes off right in front off me. I threw my drink on him, called him some things I shouldn't mention, and stormed out of there. He followed me and nearly tried ripping MY clothes off. He followed me back to my flat, and pinned me against the wall. Our faces nearly touching. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

Yeah. And that's where you came in.

I stood back up and threw my purse in the couch. I ran and opened the back door, onto the balcony. There was a group of teenage boys in the flat next to mine, but I didn't pay any attention to them. They were chatting it up before they saw me, they all stopped dead silent.

My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway.

I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge.

"Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England.

"Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot.

"Are you drunk?!" One asked.

"You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them.

The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, about two feet.

The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine.

"Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity.

"Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me.

"You don't know anything!" I shouted again.

"Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly.

I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me.

Jump.

Do it.

You have no one.

No one loves you.

Your life has not meaning, Grace.

Do it.

Jump.

NOW!

I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing.

I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black.

Niall's POV

Me and the boys were chilling out on the balcony of my flat, when we heard shouting from the other side of the flat. We heard a door slam, then everthing went silent.

We were startled when the balcony door of the flat to our right was opened very quickly.

There was a girl, who looked about our age, with really red hair. She was wearing a leather jacket, a white t-shirt, dark skinny jeans, and converse.

She threw herself over the railing, and held on, looking down, I saw the night traffic bellowiing on beneath us. She was going to jump.

"Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" I shouted.

"Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" Harry screamed, making it possible for her to hear.

"Are you drunk?!" Zayn asked.

My heart started racing, My palms were sweating.

"You don't know anything!" She shouted back, a tear escaping her beautiful green eyes.

I jumped from my flat's ledge, to hers. She was going to jump, I had to stop her.

"Go away!" She was terrfied for me to help her. She didn't want my help, obviously.

"Love, why are you being so cross?"

"You don't know anything!" She shouted again.

"Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." I tried calming her down. Nothing worked.

She was breathing heavy, gasping down at England's night life and never ending traffic sight.

That's when it happened.

She jumped. Gone.

I looked over the ledge, and saw nothing.

"HARRY! ZAYN! LIAM! CALL THE POLICE!" I shouted. I was panicking. I ran inside her flat and out the door. It was locked, but who knows why.

Police started to show up, the whole seen was a wreck.