How To Love..... (Niall Horan Love Story)

And Here We Meet.

   This was my home away from home.

Whenever I couldn't bear the hostility of my fathers stares, or his constant disappointment, I would come here and just sit ... Or relax, and maybe even read.

  But today was different, lucky for me .. the place was empty ..

Today I cried.... I cried and I Cried till there were no more tears.. Then when I Found some more tears I cried again.

I was crying so much that I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

"Are you okay" the voice asked concern rising.

From the sound of it he was a teenage boy... and wait... was that an Irish accent?

All I did was cry. I didn't even want to acknowledge his existence ..

"Hey don't cry" He said, his voice getting closer.

Yep, that defiantly was an Irish Accent.

"Leave Me alone" I managed to choke out.

"I can't, when I see a pretty girl crying I have to do something about it." He said now so close that I could smell his Cologne. Was he seriously flirting? Now?

I looked up to see who I was dealing with.

"I'm Niall" He smiled sticking his hand out expecting me to shake it.

I just looked at him. Why was he so happy ... It really started to bug me.

"I know who you are" I replied putting my head back into the palms of my hands.

"Ahh... So I see we have a fan"

"No, I'm not a fan..." I retorted as I got up to leave him.

"What..? Wait up" He yelled running behind me.

"Leave me alone Niall!"

"Wait!" He said grabbing my arm. "Why are you not a fan?"

"Hmm... well lets see. You only make songs to make girls wish they can be your Mrs. Right but when you meet them no one's good enough... You guys make it seem like your so charitable by the way you endorse certain things .. but your not! Your just like every other pop star out there... you don't care about your fans, so give them all a break. You have fans all over the world... Girls wishing they could meet you just because of the way you look right?.... Whens the last time you guys picked up a penny to help people less fortunate then you...? Hmm... Never?? Well in that case... get a life and leave me alone" I yelled as tears began to well up in my eyes. " & Get the hell off of me"

I ran away leaving Niall dumbfounded. Maybe I was a little mean, but I wasn't going to let another boy ruin my life like ...........

...HIM!

   When I arrived home I was startled by my father talking on the phone. When he saw me he just about flipped.

"Yea, yeah, I'll call you back... okay I'll see them later then." He said staring straight at me.About a minute later he was 3 inches away from my face, ready to yell. My father, Joshua King was a stern man. He wasn't always like that though. Before my mom died he was the best man ever. He would read me bed time stories, take me on late night walks to get ice cream, and he would even call me his teddy bear. But I haven't heard that in a while.

The only time he paid any attention to me was when I did something bad...

"Why the hell are you at home" He yelled so loud that the windows started to shake.

"I- I Um ..." I stuttered.

"Shut up!" He shouted. "I don't know why your such a hard head but I cannot stand it! You prance around this house like your happy about life when you shouldn't be. Your mother is dead and you feel like you can run shit in this house? Well Guess What! Its your fucking fault. If You would have never asked for a stupid toy from the store then your mom would be alive today... So YOU KILLED HER! You ruined the best thing in my life... You should've went that night..." and after saying that he slowly walked off and I could here him sniffling in the distance.