Falling FOR Grace. (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three. The Dream.

Grace's POV

I was sitting in a coffee shop, just sipping a latte. 

I left the money on the table, bringing my coffee with me.

I walked down a familiar street, as it was pouring down rain. 

I started to feel a weird presence following me. Someone was watching me. 

"Who's there?!" I shouted. But of course, no answer.

I heard an insane evil laugh as someone started walking up the alleyway that was to my right.

"Oh, my dear. I've waited for you." A familiar voice said to me.
"Bryan?" I asked.

The evil laughter continued as he grabbed me by my neck. 

He started to kiss me. I pushed him away, or tried to. 

"Don't get feisty, Grace. I need you in my life. I thought you loved me. We were made for each other. What happened to growing old together?" His cold breath was trickling down my neck.

"You were drunk as usual. And making out with some girl." I answered crossly.
"Grace, she meant nothing to me. You know you're my one and only, Amazing Grace." He whispered.

I hated it when he called me that.

"Get off of me!" I screamed. His evil laughter continued. 

"Grace, it's no that easy. You walked away from me that night. I thought I lost you forever." 

"You almost did. I tried committing suicide, but I'm alive. I don't want to be." Looked down, his hands still firmly gripping my neck. 
"What!?" He slapped me.

"You could've died! I would've lost everything!" He screamed.

"Not exactly." I stepped on his toe and began running. 

"Oh no you don't!" He was running after me.

He grabbed both my elbows and spun me around.

I punched him in the mouth and started running again. The road ended, and I stopped right in front of a black hole. I jumped in and everything was black.


I woke up to the sound of rain beating on my window.

My hair was a mess, and I was wearing a black tank top, and Niall's sweatpants. Speaking of which, how'd he end up sleeping next to me?

I got up and walked into the kitchen, only to fine Liam and Louis sipping coffee and chatting.

"Morning sleeping beauty!" Louis called out to me.

"Mmmffff." I mumbled back. I was still half asleep.

"So did Niall behave?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, how did he end up sleeping next to me?" I wondered.

"He didn't have anywhere else to sleep, so he crashed there." Louis butted in.

"Oh. It's alright. He didn't wake me at all. He looks like a baby penguin when he sleeps." The boys started to giggle.

Did I really just say that?

My face turned bright red.

"Aww love quit blushing. We won't tell anyone." Louis reassured.  

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower." I stumbled to the bathroom, walking past Harry's room.

I went and jumped on him.

"WAKE UP STYLES! WAKEY WAKEY WAKEY!" I screamed.

"Mmmfffffffffttt" He responded.

"Jeez, you sound like me!" I jumped off of him and headed for the bathroom.

After I got out of the shower, I walked to my room. Forgetting Niall was in there.

"NIALL! Oh never mind, you're not naked." I pretended to freak him out.

"Jeezus woman!" He jumped.

I started cracking up. "How'd you sleep?" I asked.

"Fine. You're in a better mood." He noticed MY mood?

"Yeah I guess." I looked down at the ground.

"You're cute when you sleep, you know." Niall broke the silence.

I snorted. "So are you." I returned the favor. 

We both started cracking up.

"I have to head over to my flat and get some clothes." I collected myself after laughing so hard.

"Can I go with you?" He asked.

"No, I'll be fine. You stay here. I promise I'll stay away from the balcony." I smiled.