Niall's Little Angel

Sorry*

Noah’s P.O.V.

Loud footsteps echoed through the room, as Niall bursted in my room.  His breathing was heavy, meaning he was sobbing. “Noah.” He cried, desperately throwing things on the floor. I hid my head in my knees, wanting for him to go away. Maybe I should’ve told him where I was going? I just really wanted the be alone. He closed the door with a bang and I shrank in. I was sitting in a closet, all curled up in a ball. That’s one of the weird things about me, I love small spaces or just lying on the floor. As I closed my eyes, images of last night shot through my mind. Tears appeared on my waterline and I let them fall, watching them drip on my shirt. I’m not mad at Zayn, or at Louis. I just need to be alone. I’m such a drama queen, I know. The steady sound of my breath calmed me down, the silence seemed welcoming. But now nothing distracted me, the pain of my bruises was horrible. I whimpered softly, looking at my body. The marks were almost everywhere, each of them remembered me of a new detail of that night. They’ll fade, right? Yeah, I’m lucky I didn’t break anything.

My mind is about to explode. Too much pain, too many thoughts, too many memories, too many things to say, too many questions. Yet I can’t find my words and there’re absolutely no answers. Why did the girl pour something in Zayn’s drink? Why his drink? Was this to hurt me? I guess I have some haters already… I tried to clear my mind, ‘cause my heartbeat was getting faster and faster. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. Those were the only thoughts I let in. Soon, I found myself drifting into a deep sleep.

Niall’s P.O.V.

I ran upstairs, searching for her.  Everywhere. I checked every freaking room in the house. I sat down on the couch, slightly panting, thinking of a spot I might’ve missed. The lads don’t react anymore, I’ve been doing those for almost have an hour now. Sometimes, one of them would give me a piteous look. “Don’t worry, Ni. We’ll find her.” Harry whispered, rubbing my back. I shook my head and buried my face in his neck. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean for this to happen.” Zayn and Louis kept apologizing and I was sick of it. I stood up, climbing the, now so familiar, stairs. A sight left my mouth, as I roamed around her room, looking for a spot I might have missed. My eyes landed on the wooden closet in the corner of the room. Not really expecting something, I opened it. “Noah.” I muttered, wide-eyed, and dropped to my knees. She was all curled up, her arms hugging her knees, fast asleep. I rubbed her cheek, her eyes fluttered open. “Hello sweetheart.” A sorrowful look crept on her face, as she answered me, her voice husky. “I-I’m so sorry, Niall. I didn’t m-“ “It’s okay, love. It’s not your fault, but please don’t ever scare me like that again, alright? I thought I lost you.” I interrupted her, pressing her head against my chest in a desperate embrace. She nodded in response, relaxing a little. My hand found its way to hers and send it a soft squeeze. She answered it, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile. It felt good to have her in my arms again, but I was afraid to hurt her. “Come here.” She rested her head on my shoulder, as I lifted her up. We laid down on the bed, just talking. My little angel and I.

Louis’s P.O.V.

“I’m gonna take a look upstairs.” I whispered, slowly picking myself up from the couch. No words could describe what was going on in my mind. I felt anger, guilt, fear, and many more feelings I didn’t want to feel. Insecurity, that feeling teased me too when I opened the door to Noah’s room. As I opened the door, reassurance overwhelmed me, a feeling that I do like. Both of the teenagers were laying on the king-size bed, wrapped in the snow white sheets. When they heard me coming in, their eyes fluttered open. “I’m so sorry.” Noah and I both said at the same time. “Don’t be.” We chorused again and I sent her a smile, which she returned with a weak one of her own. I walked towards the bed, crashing down on the blankets. I gently stroked her blond locks, while explaining why I came. “We got worried ‘cause Niall didn’t came back.” Their gaze met and with one glance, they made a decision. The Irish boy helped her up, as they followed me down the stairs. Woah.. Psychic much?

As we filed in the living room, three pairs of eyes shot in our direction. (A/N One direction :D) “Sorry guys.” Noah’s melodic voice broke the silence. “Don’t say that, love. It’s not your fault.” Zayn reassured her, along with the others. It was unbelievable how she still thought this was her fault. She went to Zayn, wanting to wrap him in a hug, but Niall stopped her. “Please don’t leave me again.” You could hear the sadness in his voice, it was heart breaking. She nodded softly and intertwined her fingers with his. He quickly pecked her on the cheek, indicating all was good. “So, who’s in for some breakfast?” I asked in an attempt to cheer everyone up. Niall’s eyes lit up, as he dragged the girl to the kitchen.

“What’s your schedule today?” Noah asked, when all of us finished eating. Harry made his delicious pancakes. “Errm, Lou is coming at 2pm to discuss something and after that we have a gig.” Liam informed us, after looking it up on his phone. That sounds good if you ask me, not too heavy. It’s good for my headache. I didn’t drank so much but still.

Lou’s P.O.V.

“So boys, these are your outfits for tonight. And Noah, can you try this mask on?” I tried my best not to look at the bruises on her arms, but it’s hard. Zayn was quiet, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was drunk, he didn’t mean to do this. But I keep wondering who did. Is this the girl I saw at their concert before their vacation? She acted strange, almost as if they were her property. I looked up to see Noah wear the mask I gave her. “Girl, you look beautiful.” She blushed a little, desperately trying to hide her red cheeks behind Niall. “Thank you. I love this mask, you’re so talented.” I could hear in her voice that she admires me. It’s lovely. The way she looks at me, her eyes wide and a huge smile on her face. I’d stay with her all day, if the lads let me of course.

R’s P.O.V.

I did it! It worked. Now it’s not gonna take long until she goes home. This girl isn’t made for fame, unlike me of course. When she’s gone, I’ll have all of them for myself. Especially him. How can he forget me? He meant so much to me, I’m still not over it yet. But this time, I’ll make myself unforgettable.

A/N

Soooo, R strikes :) I tried my best to do a cliffhanger, but anyway. COMMENT, VOTE and FAN please! It means a lot to me!

Xxx Astrid