Chasing Arya (A Niall Horan fanfiction)

"welcome to oblivion"

After that day Arya ordered me to stay away from her. It was a long argument and it ended up with me apologizing continuously till she agreed to me stopping by only only twice a week. Today was the day I chose to see her. But today I wouldn't be the body guard or the man willing to fix something broken, today I was the man who asked for more. I asked for simply A night of peace.

I walked in with a song playing slowly on repeat. A quiet tune about Autumn. Arya sat on the floor with Lego's surrounding her and Peter. A small tower tilting towards me.

behind me I held a dress.

"Arya" my voice broke and shivers moved down me with anxiety.

"yes?" she murmered, still placing the blocks on the now near collapsed sculpture.

"can we talk?" I ask guiding her into her room. she sat with her arms crossed and a look on her face that read "go home Niall"

I swallowed a bucket of saliva in my throat and handed her the dress.

"One date?" I ask, my hands shaking.

she looks different. one single light of the suns last ray casting over her eyes.

She doesn't look mad or even resentfull she looks oddly... happy.

she nods.

She starts to pull of her shirt and I turn, my face glowing red.

"do you want me to go?" I ask facing the wall.

"I don't care"

I don't move I just continue to look at the door sneaking the occasional peak at her. shes not what I imagined when she's unclothed. she looks whimsical to say the least. thin and fragile.

The dress slips on and she yanks at the zipper.

I turn to help and my hand skims along her bare back and I shiver as the zipper glides up. She turns and I can't help but smile. The dress is short an flowy made of the finest material and red silk that glistens. Its so basic, so her. Her face glows as mine does and she looks at me with certainty.

"Peter can stay with Harry" I say as I entwine my arm around hers and stare with pure amazement. when I first met her she was intriguing and pretty but now she was something else, a haven that consequently became the most beautiful thing I had ever played eyes on.

"your stunning" I whisper.

I know she hears because she turns even redder.

"don't get sweet on my rich boy" she says with a playful grin.

She expects high class from me, its inevitable I take beautiful woman on classy dates but Arya would hate that so I do something she would never suspect. we drive past hundred dollar a meal restaurants and jewelry stores coated in diamonds. We drive until we enter oblivion.

An abandoned house with cracking walls and a lake in the back. The house is massive and in less than presentable condition. Its in the middle of no where, its in oblivion.

Arya loves oblivion.