The Dark Side - A Niall Horan Fanfiction

Chapter 3

“On your marks… get set… go!” I yelled and the race began. Zayn came running toward me with two bags in his hands and I quickly grabbed them and ran toward the kitchen. Our team had an advantage, since it was my house and Zayn had been here millions of times.

I placed every item in it’s designated area and Zayn ran in, carrying four more bags. We both worked to unpack them, occasionally hip checking the others so we would catch them off guard. Before I could hip check Niall, he picked me up by my waist and set me behind him.

 I screamed and jumped on his back, trying to pull him away from the cluster of boys. He placed his hands under my bare thighs for support and my whole body tingled from his touch. No, no, no, no! I can’t have a crush on any of them, I promised myself I wouldn’t get a crush on one of Zayn’s friends. 

Niall backed away from the others, carrying me all through the house at full speed. I giggled as he danced and spun around the coffee table, but ended up hitting his shin.

He hitched me up higher on his back and I tightened my arms around his neck. I could feel his adams apple vibrate as he laughed with me.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stifling my giggles.

“I’m fine.” he said softly and I smiled at his awesome accent. He carefully set me down and turned to face me. I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and he stared down into my boring, brown ones. His hands were loosely place around my waist and my arms were tangled around his neck. Niall’s face inched closer and closer to mine, but at the last second, I pulled away.

He coughed awkwardly and I covered my mouth with my hand.

“I-I’m so sorry.” he said softly and I nodded.

“Me too.” I whispered and swiftly made my way back into the kitchen. Liam and Louis were celebrating, since Niall and I’s teams were abandon by us.

“What happened to you guys? Niall, we almost won.” Harry pouted and Niall pulled him into a hug.

“So, what’s for dinner?” I asked, pretending nothing happened.

“CHINESE!” Liam and Louis screamed in unison and I smirked, pulling out the takeout menu.

After our food came, we all decided to sit around the living room so we could learn more about each other, but I knew it was just so  they could learn stuff about me.

“So, how old are you?” Louis asked as he stuffed another egg roll in his mouth.

“Turning 18 in, what, three months.” I answered simply and took another bite of white rice.

“Are you planning on going to the university, and if so, for what?” Liam asked, sounding all mature.

“Yes, next fall, and I’m going to become a pastry chef.” I smiled and Niall’s face lit up.

“Okay, we will be visiting once a week.” he stated and I giggled.

“Do you have any siblings?” my heart sunk as the words came out of Harry’s mouth and Zayn comfortingly placed his hand on my knee. He gave me a look as if to say, ‘you don’t have to tell them’.

“Ahem, uh, yea.” I cleared my throat and started playing with my shoelace.

“Younger or older?” Louis asked excitedly.

“Younger.”

“Brother or sister?”

“Brother.”

“Well, where is he?” Liam smiled and I looked at Zayn again. 

“He’s dead.” my voice cracked and the room fell silent. I felt all their eyes on me and knew they were waiting for an explanation, so I sighed and set my takeout container on the coffee table and pulled my knees to my chest. “I haven’t talked about it to anyone for a while.”

“Kaylee, you don’t have to-“

“No, I want to. He deserves to have people know how brave he was.” I said softly and tears rose in my eyes. “His name was Mason. We were on our way back home from America, my mom had trusted me to take him since our flights got split up. He was drawing me a picture when three men stood up and started randomly shooting around the cabin. I was a wreck, I was crying, pushing him to the ground, basically using myself as a human shield for him.” a tear rolled down my cheek and Zayn spoke up again.

“Kaylee…”

“Mason was telling me everything was going to be alright. My five year old brother was telling me that things were going to be okay. I tried so hard to keep him from getting hurt. I asked them to hurt me instead, but before I could hide him, they shot him through heart.” tears were streaming down my face and I quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped them away. “I feel like it was my fault because I didn’t do a good enough job to protect him.”

Zayn stood up and pulled me up with him, leading me to my room. He locked the door behind us and pulled me into a tight hug.

“You shouldn’t have done that to yourself.” he whispered and I buried my face into his neck. “None of that shit was your fault. You did everything you could.”

“But it w-wasn’t enough.” I cried and he slowly rubbed my back.