Tell Me A Lie ~A Niall Horan Fan Fiction ~

Elephant Hunting

Elephant Hunting~

*Geneva's P.O.V*

Falling. I'm falling. Smack. I hit the rock bottom. I hear footsteps, familar footsteps. They belong to him. The man who hurt me. The man who was suppose to protect me. I have to get up. I have to get up, I have to run, I have to hide. But it's to late he's already here. He's hovering over me. "Geneva?! Geneva!? Are you okay?!" he shouts. 

I sit up and scoot away. "Get away from me!" I shout. He walks closer, I scoot farther. His hand reaches for 

me. "Don't touch me! Don't EVER touch me!" I tell him. I emphasize on the word ever. "Geneva, I'm so sorry about that night, I was drunk. I never meant to hurt you." he says reaching for my hand.

I pull my hand back. "You lying piece of s***! You hurt me! And now you're apolgizing!? What the hell is wrong with you!? Don't EVER touch me!" I yell, with true anger. I get up and run. I hear the footsteps follow. I run faster and faster, until I can hear the footsteps again. I stop I look around, it's dark. I'm all alone. "Geneva..." I hear that voice. Gentle footsteps walk towards me. I back away. "I'm not going to hurt you. No never again. I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry." he says while walking slowly closer to me

"You get away from me. I never want to see you again." I tell him. "If you really wanted me to stay away from you, you would've done something about this. You would've gone to the police. But you didn't. You must still care about me." he says while reaching for me still. I back away farther. "I was fourteen, I was scared. I was in pain.I was in shock. Did you really think they were going to believe me? But now it's too late." I shout.

I start running, he runs after me. He gets closer and closer. I run faster and farther. But I've ran too far. I fall off of the edge. 

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I wake up. I'm sweating and panting. I had it again. That stupid dream keeps appearing. My bed is soaked from the sweat. I glance at the clock it reads '04:05 AM'. I get up and strip the sheets. I walk to the washer and throw them in and start the washer. I feel something rubbing against my leg. I jump from terror. I look down and it's just my kitten Spooky. I pick him up and hold him up to my chest. He's warm, his fur is soft against my chest. 

I rub his head and he starts purring. I walk to the kitchen and pour us both some milk. His in a bowl, mine in a glass. He jumps out of my arms and heads for the milk. I walk to my room and re-make the bed. I crawl into the freshly made bed, and I try to drift off to sleep.

*Niall's P.O.V*

Beep, beep, beep... BEEP. BEEEP. BEEEP. Ughh.. That stupid alarm. Why did I even set it I have nothing important to do today. I'm awake now, might as well get up. I sit up and breathe in the Sunday air. I walk towards the kitchen, I pass by the living room, I see Scrabble tiles everywhere. Geneva. Last night was probably one the best nights I've had in awhile.

I'll clean it up later. I walk into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal. I walk to the fridge I'm out of milk. To the cupboard I'm out of cereal. I should really go grocery shopping I'm all out of food. I try to think of the last time I went shopping. Like three weeks ago. I haven't been eating anything cooked at home. Mostly fastfood and delivery. 

Before I go grocery shopping I need a list. I grab a pen and a piece of paper. Write down the basics 'Milk, bread, and eggs'. Then a few extra things and of course my favorite, junk food. I walk into my room and get dressed.

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Milk, milk, milk. Where is the milk? In the dairy of course. That's all the way across the store. I push my empty grocery cart across the store to the milk section. Found it! Next to the dairy is the fruit and vegetable section. I like fruit. Fruit is healthy and healthy is good. So therefore fruit is good. I walk to the fruit section. 

I see a familar head of red hair smelling cantoloupe. Geneva. Who smells cantoloupe? Well apparently Geneva. I walk up to her. She's in sweats, is wearing glasses, and her hair is in a braid. When she holds the cantoloupe you can see her chipped black nails. 

"Hey, Niall!" she says. "Hey, Geneva. Umm... What are you doing?" I ask. "Smelling cantoloupes." she says. "Umm... Why?" I ask with a confused look on my face. "You smell the cantoloupe to see if it's rip. See this one smells sweet so that means that it's ripe. And this one smells sour so it's not ripe." She says while smiling. 

"I don't think I've ever seen someone smell cantoloupes. Are you sure that's a way of checking to see if it's ripe?" I ask. "Yes. I do know, my grandma and mom told me. And each time I always get the sweetest and best cantolouple." She says while putting the big cantoloupe in her cart. 

"So what are you doing here?" I ask her. "I'm hunting elephants, Niall." She says with a sarcastic tone in her voice. "Oh I'm hunting elephants to. Find any yet?" I ask her. "Nope, not having any luck, so to help me past time I'm doing my monthly grocery shopping." she says. "What are you getting next?" I ask. "Bread." she says while looking at her grocery list. "Me too. Shall we shop together?" I ask her. "Of course." She tells me and we push our carts to the bread section of the store

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