Worse Than It's Bite [NIALL HORAN FANFICTION]

3. Diana Mayhem

Alyssa's POV

I checked my phone after I found a comfortable change of clothes to put on.

Twenty-eight new messages...

KARBEAR

Heyyy chicka! Waddup?

Jamie-the hottest most sexiest man you know

Hey! Wanna hang out today?

So on, and so on.

Today was the day I decided to try to see how to transform again. I'm not quite sure how to form, that would be my problem. It just happens at random times. Bruno told me that it should happen in events where I "need to feel stronger". I don't quite understand that, but, as we know, Bruno is always right. I grinned at the thought of Bruno. Chubby, giant, drool dripping from his mouth. Cutest Saint Bernard ever born. If I call him cute he nips me though, he rather be called tough then cute. I don't get why, because he's adorable.

I stand in the living room, where I push my shirt sleeves to my elbows, preparing for the fight to move my crappy couch. I gripped the back tightly and pushed with all my might.

The couch slid lightly across the floor, banging into the wall. I cover my mouth with my hand.

Forgot about the super-strength. I have to learn to control that too... Might-as-well learn now.

I walked over to the couch. I gently pushed it in the opposite of the wall, only to has the same effect as before. It swiftly slid to the other wall, making another bang. I sighed, knowing I'll have to avoid picking things up for a while.

Now, to do what I broke that wall for.

I walked to the center of the room, where I slipped out of my converse sneakers and kicked them to the side, followed by an "oops", when they flew across the room and hit the wall next to the couch. I inhaled deeply, and waited. How do I do this?

"Crap..."

I flipped on the TV to pass the time. I will never figure this out! It's so frustrating!

Action news came, where immediately, a picture of that One Direction band came up on the corner. One little blonde boy caught my eye. Niall?

"Princess Diana in modern times? It seems music sensation band One Direction was in a car accident when running in a chase from paparazzi. They have minor injuries, Niall Horan being supposedly the worst. The tour bus is upside down and police cannot extract the boys and the driver from the bus.

"The story continues at eleven."

I found out what Bruno meant.

I got that feeling again. The feeling of not breathing enough air. The unshakable feeling of pain. It rippled and shuddered through my body like a lightning bolt. Another nano second passed, and I was Amber, the last Former to walk Earth. I internally sighed, and cried in my head.

The news mentioned the street. The street of the accident.

24 Bakers Street.

"You know I've always got your back, Niall, so lemme' be the one you come runnin' to runnin' to ra-ra-runnin'" I sang to myself.

Yeah, I fell in love with a guy I bumped into...

Street sign... Street sign... Street sign...

Mayfield Drive

 Harman Road

 Bakers Street!

I turned and bounded down the street, forcing my legs to go at an unhealthy speed. Though all the things racing through my mind, a focused on on thing- Niall James Horan.