An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 8

JULIETS POV

I can't breathe properly. Hands are over my eyes, not allowing me to open them. A heavy body lies on mine and I can hear the person's heavy breathing. My feet try to kick whatever is holding me down. 

The hand comes off my eyes and I see Matt. He wears a wicked grin and I feel his hand slowly move it's way up my thighs. 

Not again. 

I kick again and this time, I get a slap on my face. 

I jolt awake with my whole chest sweaty. My shirt is stuck to my chest and whimpers leave my mouth. I bring my legs to my chest and hug them. 

I've seen Matt in my dreams for these couple of days now. I have not seen him in the flesh and he hasn't tried contacting me. My whole world feels like it's at the edge, close to falling. I'm on a see-saw where any minute I can fall into a dark hole. 

It scares me that i'll see Matt again, but i'm also angry. I want to yell at him from the top of my lungs. Hit him with vicious words and maybe my hand.

I go in to work today and I know he'll be there. I'm definitely not prepared for that. I can easily get out of his way, or ask to do something else...maybe waiter. 

The clock reads 5am. Sleep is gone and I don't even want to try. I don't want to see Matt again. 

When I see my laptop, I decide on using it for distraction. 

Making myself comfortable on my bed again, I place it on my lap. 

Ever since I found out about Niall being in this enormously famous band, I've been listening to their music. 

It clicked on me that it's obvious since he plays the guitar. Listening to his voice was a major surprise to me. The only good thing since what Matt did was Niall. He's been on my mind. 

There is still a little disbelief in me and I wonder if I really did sit in his kitchen. 

I press play on the video for Little Things: my favorite song. 

I watch with great attention at the vocals of each guy, especially Niall. And their faces. It's hard not to because they're very attractive. 

So many questions I wish I could know. The Niall I met was so sweet, and didn't stick with the stigma of popstars being jerks. 

I guess i'll only see Niall this way from now on. 

My hair is pulled back in a ponytail, my black fitted slacks are nicely ironed, and my white-button down is tucked in. 

I look at the time and I'm running late. 

"I'll see you later, grandma!" I yell at her. 

"I'll see you. Be safe." I'm out of the door and am relieved when I see the sun lowering down. 

As I get on the bus, my heart beat fastens. I'm about to see Matt. I don't know what I'm going to say or what he'll say. For a moment I wish I could get fired so I never have to see him again. 

But I need the job. It's the only way I can help out grandma. She'll kick me out if I lose it, especially because I don't go to school. She must have an idea now that I'm no longer enrolled. 

Sighing, I place my head on the window of the bus. When will the good ever appear? When will I feel better about myself? 

A mom laughs as her child giggles on her lap. That kid doesn't worry about anything in life. His life is pure innocence and love. 

I hope he never grows up to have a life like me. 

When I get to work, I quietly ask one of my coworkers, Sam, if Matt showed up. The weight of the world lifts off my shoulders when she says no. I can work in peace. I can do my job. I can be okay just for tonight. 

Hours have gone by, and my back is aching, screaming at me to slow down or to take a break. I still need 20 minutes so I can take my break. Today is incredibly busy, seeing that it's Saturday. 

As I collect the dirty dishes and put them in a bin, I look up and a plate falls from my hands and almost breaks. 

"Juliet?" Niall stops in his tracks, and when he realizes he's seeing me and walks towards me. 

What is Niall doing here? 

He looks even better than last time I saw him. He looks taller, more radiant, and his hair looks nicely brushed. 

I don't believe I'm seeing him, until he's actually standing before me. He's smiling, showing his perfectly white teeth. I can't seem to articulate anything. 

"How are you?" His eyes search mine and before I can say anything, Mr. Goodall, the head manager, says, "This way, sir." 

Mr. Goodall is staring at me, waiting for me to react. I quickly smile at him and leave to the large sink. I put the bin down, and grab ahold of the sink. 

I just saw Niall. It wasn't a dream or my hallucination. I really did see him again. But why was he walking through the back? 

Mr Goodall is very intimidating, so I won't even try to ask for him. He must know who Niall is. The guy Niall was with I recognize. He's the curly-haired one from the band. 

Although i'm nervous about the sudden meet, a spark has lit inside me. Never did I expect to see him again and I saw him.

But unfortunately, I don't think i'll see him again. That is the only time I'm sure I'm getting.

"Smells good in here." Matt's voice is coming from the cooking area. My heart comes to a complete stop. He's not supposed to be here.