Before i even begin i just want to say Darcy is 100% fictional and completly my creation just so that i could sort of create her personality whichever way i wanted to :)
Dedicated to Just_me_and_myself cause shes awesome sauce <3
Thanks Guys <3
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“ Listen to me Holland! He really is sorry…” Terrah trails off and plops down onto the couch beside me.
I muffle a sarcastic laugh as I rake another fork-full of syrup drenched French toast into my mouth-My most treasured comfort food.
" No, i think he's pretty pleased with himself" I retort
“ I can’t even believe you knew about this,” my voice a whisper, now turning serious and lifting my face out of my plate to look straight into her chestnut eyes.
After I composed enough to escape the stairwell I had no trouble at all finding Terrah sprawled across the couch in the lobby. She quite obviously hadn’t anticipated things to go down like they did, so she was stunned to say the least when I fell into her arms, a battered mess. I’m still not certain what happened to Noland after I fled the scene, I’m also not certain I care that much to find out. The car ride to Terrah's was quiet. She didn’t ask me a single thing about how I felt. She didn’t have to, she just knew.
And now what?
The calm before the storm, that’s what. Nolan is back . . . for whatever reason. I don’t know why but when I try to think of a reason I begin to shiver, so I just push it into a darkly lit corner of my mind.
He could have easily come after me, shot down the stairs like a bullet, seeking its next target. He didn’t. He could have squished me like a bug under his vice-like grasp without a second thought. He didn’t. He wanted me to get to this point right now. Sitting here, thinking about why, why, why. He knows the power he has over me… and I hate every bit of it.
And Terrah? Terrah knew. The whole time.
Whatever, as if I could hold anything against her. Besides, she had to have good intentions… right?
My main priority at the moment was trying to get Noland off of my mind. Knowing him, he has something planned for me. He always does, and I would prefer to have a little free time before hell kicks in.
Terrah and I slum out the rest off the after noon. Watching old re-runs of our favorite shows and becoming very close friends with a certain Ben and his fellow, Jerry.
Mid-way through Big Bang Theory my phone starts to buzz violently on the couch and I fumble around for a few moments trying to find it in the mess of blankets. At last I find it stuffed in between the cushions and glance at the caller ID. Unknown number. I shrug my shoulders and answer anyway.
“Hello?” I smile politely into the phone
“ Ehm, Hullo, Holland?” A husky voice rings through the receiver
“ Yes, May I ask who I am speaking to?” I giggle, knowing very well who it was.
“ It’s Niall, Ehm I was wondering… there’s a couple of us going to a club tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to join us.”
Oh no… not good.
“ I don’t know, are you sure you should be out after you almost died?”
Translation- are you sure you want to risk spending your night with some girl that saved your life.
Unfortunantly, he sees straight through what I’m saying.
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Take Care ~ Niall Horan Fan Fiction
FanfictionThanks to her checkered past, Holland is at the peak of her career and is profoundly fond, overall, of her new life in London. A chance to start fresh flourished into a brand new world for her, now that she has made it, she tells herself that there...
