Niall Horan. You've heard the name whether you're a fan or not, its a name the world has heard, a name millions have screamed till their throats went dry. Niall Horan the boy with the perfect life.
"mate are you ok?" Harry his best friend and band mate asked. Niall just stared into oblivion with his eyes glassy and blank.
"I'm tired" he whispered to himself.
The rest of his band mates just stared, it wasn't like him, nothing was truly him anymore. He hadn't been himself in forever. It was because of the past. The thought and the memories that haunted him.
-Six months ago-
The streets were black.
The lights were dim and dyeing.
He was alone.
Not a sound was heard except for the breathing and quite mutters of near by homeless men begging for any spare change. This wasn't usual for him, it was dangerous and he would have never done this if he wouldn't have felt so...alone. with millions of fans and four of the best friends he could ask for he was so unbelievably alone. He walked alone with his head down and his hands tucked into his pocket, his fingertips turning to ice and his breath a fog above his head.
There was no reason or explanation for this slump he was in it was just there. Maybe it was because his life was so flawless that it felt TOO whole. Like something needed to be broken for things to be right.
That's when everything started.
The screams, aggravating and scared screams from one unique voice.
He blocked it out for a while because where he was walking this was expected. He walked on for minutes with ear buds blasting in his ear to block out the screams
"I wanna bad girl baby! I wanna fight! I wanna rock and roll all night! Ya I want it bad!" he sung.
Soon the screams became too much to bear and it clung to his ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"HELLO?!" he hollered into darkness.
"HELP!" the scream yelled back.
His feet became directed and in an instantaneous second he shot towards the voice his heart beat pulsing and his cold fingers now dripping in sweat. the voice grew nearer and nearer till it stopped and in front of his eyes was the lips that belonged to the ear piercing scream. A girl, his age maybe a year or two older with a thin cut down her face and neck she stood with his arms held back by a strong man with a beard and ravenous black eyes. while the man held her arms another man shoved himself aggressively at her forcing her down.
He knew what they were doing and he knew he was weaker than these men but the instinct took over and he found his feet once again running towards the men, one hand slamming down the man pushing the woman down.
"Get the He'll off!" Niall screamed as he showed him down. But the man was twice his size with eyes dilated at Nails face.
"pretty boy" the man said, revealing revealing a set of gold and shattered teeth.
Although these men were twice his size and obviously twice as strong Niall was much faster. He showed the one man holding her arms back to the floor and released the girl. He expected her to run instantly but instead she dug into her pocket and sprayed the men in the eyes with people spray. They fell down immediately and rolls over in pain but Niall and the girl were to far off on there now running feet to see them. The girl bare foot and bloodied.
They ran and ran till her pulse was racing outside her chest and he was growing limp.
"stop" she said threw breaths "running!"
He tore her arm as violently as the man had and showed himself and her into a small abandoned building with a broken window. they fell to the floor, the leg over shards off glance encircling there heavy breathing bodies.
"I hate Running" he whispered it was almost small talk and it was almost bizarre. No extreme remarks or blank silence just a single clueless comment.
"Niall-Horan-hates running?" she said exhaling
"you gotta run all the time kid. Crazy ass fans" she added
"I'm not a kid" was the only thing he defended.
"kid" she whispered.
suddenly the sound of medal boots fills the outside and two large men ran directly past the building they lay sheltered in.
They sat in silence for a while with only the noise of their breathing filling the air. "I'm Niall Horan" he said.
"no shit" she added.
another Long pause.
"Arya Brantley" she said.
Niall just laughed and answered with all his sarcasm, "no shit"
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Chasing Arya (A Niall Horan fanfiction)
Fanfictionhe is a celebrity. she is nothing. When Niall Horan stumbles across a woman in trouble his instincts tell him to save her. however he thought that would be the end of his heroism. now he is entranced by the girl he has saved and is determined to hel...
