Stole my heart - Niall fanfic

I never dreamed that you'd forget

ok so I thought it was about time I updated, because I havent in a while and i have part of an idea so i though I'd give you a taster, so I did

sorry it's not very long but I didnt want to give too much away for the next bit but enjoy it anyway :) I decided to put a song with it and yes it's kinda old and unknown but the words fit with this chapter so *subtle hint on Sophies feelings there*, and there should be a picture of her outfit if it works (fingers crossed)

I've started writing the next part so if you keep nagging me I promise I will finish it and update for you because otherwise I feel bad

so enjoy, vote and comment please :)

Sophies POV

A streak of light from the window ran right across my face and woke me up. I looked at the empty sheets next to me; they were still the same as they were yesterday morning. Niall hadn’t slept in here last night.

The mattress went down at the end of the bed where someone had sat. I sat up slowly and squinted, seeing Zayn still in his Guns N’ Roses t-shirt and jogging bottoms. He smiled and laughed as I slowly made my way out of bed, yawning and trying to fix my bed hair which was beyond help.

“I thought I’d come wake you up, seemed like no one else noticed” I shrugged my shoulders and fixed my hair into a ponytail.

“Didn’t think anyone would, too busy with Beth and Casey”

I went to my wardrobe and took out my ‘Frankie says relax’ t-shirt, a blue rabbit cardigan, brown beanie and dark green shorts and threw them on a chair. Zayn sighed and stood up, hugging me tight.

“Just ignore them; I still remember you’re here”

We smiled and he left me to get ready. I collapsed back on the bed and sighed, staring at the swirly ceiling.  Niall didn’t plan for this to happen. He just wanted me to spend time with my best friend, not have an idiotic cow ruin the only relationship that I’ve ever wanted to stay more than anything. But I can’t do anything about that now. Not while she’s here

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I skipped slowly down the stairs, listening to the laughter and flow of conversation coming from the kitchen. Casey’s loud cackle drifted from the doorway all over the house, vibrating off all the walls. I self-consciously wrapped my cardigan round me tighter and pulled my beanie over my head as I walked into the kitchen with my head down.

As soon as I came in Casey moved closer to Niall, who was sitting on the breakfast bar stool, and whispered something in his ear. He tried not to look interested and watched as I put some bread in the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice. Although he was trying to get my attention, Casey kept pulling Niall back into the conversation and just as I finished spreading jam on my toast and turned around, Casey cackled loudly again.

“OMG Niall, you’re so funny!”

She slapped him lightly on the shoulder and continued to laugh over exaggerated with her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah you just find him SO amusing”

Zayn dropped him plate and glass loudly in the sink before leaning against the counter with his arms folded glaring at Casey. She sat up and glared daggers from me to him, Zayn just sarcastically smiled at her.

“Wouldn’t you two make such the cutest couple?!”

Niall shot me a confused look and I averted his eyes. Casey just smiled sourly.

“Too bad Niall and Sophie weren’t both single, I’m sure Tom would love to get to know Sophie better”

My eyes widened as she mentioned his name. Tom. She knew that was my weak spot and now she found a new one, Niall. I heard him scrape back his chair, trying to get next to me but she pushed him back down, waiting for my response.

Zayn just scoffed and moved to the opposite side of the table to her, leaning over the edge so they were eye level.

“Mmm is that so? I don’t think it’s just Tom who want to get to know someone better”

She raised her perfectly plucked eye brow and laughed again.

“Obviously it isn’t, don’t think we don’t notice the way you look at her,” she nodded her head in my direction, Zayn balled up his fists, “Come on Niall, obviously we aren’t wanted here”

Casey scraped her stool on the floor dramatically, making a loud noise, and grabbed Niall’s hand. I couldn’t help notice her interlocking her fingers with his, the way his hand perfectly matched hers. She pulled at his arm but he didn’t move, he kept his gorgeous blue eyes locked on mine, trying to find some way of communicating without any words.

“Niall,” she gritted her teeth and tugged on his hand harder, he looked at her blankly, “Come on, let’s go!”

“No”

He bluntly looked at her and untangled his hand from hers. She looked shocked but he just stared between me and Zayn, who was edging closer to me as protection.

“I need to speak with Sophie, alone”

She opened her mouth in protest but closed it again. She gave me a filthy look before storming out the room and up the stairs. Zayn looked at me anxiously.

“It’s fine, go sit with the others”

He nodded solemnly and looked at Niall then slowly made his way out the kitchen, shutting the door behind him.

It was silent for a moment, the only sounds were the muffled TV and Niall’s heavy breathing.  Noiselessly he rose from his seat and edged closer to me, taking Zayn’s place by my side leaning against the work top. He sighed and pushed his hand through his quiffed up hair. I looked at him for a moment and took it all in. His hair was now all over the place, his face looked sad but his eyes still had a hint of hope in them. His lips were still pink but cracked slightly and a few bits of stubble appeared on his jaw line. He was wearing his Bat man t-shirt with checked pyjama trousers and striped socks he got for Christmas last year from his aunt.

“Sophie,”

I looked back at him to see a worried look on his face. It said I-don’t-know-what-to-ask-you-but-I-want-to-make-the-problem-go-away. He moved his warm hand on top of my cold one, placing our fingers together and protectively holding them as if they were going to be taken away. I look down at our hands, trying not to show my weakness of wanting to hug him, to hold him, prove to him I was worth much more than Casey. He lifted my chin with his other hand, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Please tell me what’s wrong; I don’t like you to be mad at me”

I held his gaze and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn’t know how to react, to be honest neither did I, so I put on my UGGS, grabbed someone’s gilet and shut the door behind me.

This time, for as far as I know, no one realised I had left.