My Four Leaf Clover~ Squeal to The Luck of The Irish

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Please don't follow me. Please don't follow me. That's all I could think. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I tried to cover them by whipping them with the back of my hand, it helped slightly. I took a deep breath and tried to stop crying. Why was I crying? She hadn't been mine for four years. That's long. Over 1400 days. I loved her. I still do.

I still do love her. Shit. That can't be good.

'Niall?' I heard a husky voice ask me. I turned around and buried my face in Harry's chest. Crying. I know it was a feminine thing to do but I needed comfort.

'Don't worry mate, it'll all work out in the end, I promise' Harry reassured me.

'Don't make promises you can't keep' I huffed pulling away from him and walking out the door. I didn't have my car with me, we'd came in Harry's so I had no choice but to walk. It was raining. Great. This day couldn't get any worse.

Emma's POV

Why had he barged out! I didn't do anything wrong. I had to find out though. It was eating me alive. I got the boys numbers and thanked them for welcoming me back. I promised them I'd see them soon and that I'd let them meet Rosie. Let Niall meet Rosie. His daughter.

I stumbled down the stairs till I got to my car. If I drove it would take me straight onto the main road, I thought. A walker wouldn't walk that way as there's so footpath (Walkway) I didn't have a choice I guess I had to walk if I wanted to find him. I grabbed my coat with fur in the inside and a scarf out of my car and started walking. Looking for Niall. I needed an explanation.

I hated walking at night. It was creepy. I was far from Liam's now. Far from my car. I was following a route and I didn't even know if it was right or not. It was dark now, the rain was a light drizzle but I felt warm in my coat. I heard the sound of footsteps. Niall.

I turned. I was met with a hard shove up against the cold brick wall. I wasn't met with sparkling blue eyes. I wasn't met with a friendly smile. I wasn't met with the feeling of his gentle hands on my skin. I was met with dark eyes, a sharp grin and a musky smell of stale beer and alcohol. This wasn't a 23 year old man. It was a oldish man. Grey beard. At the least 50.

'Get of me!' I shouted.

'Uhh no, you look like quite the catch. Maybe ill get a little action out of you.' He muttered roughly pinning me to the wall.

'Get the fuck off me!' I screamed

'Oh we have a fiesty one here. Ill show you a good time sugar' he harshly kissed me on the lips. I turned my head only to have it hit of the wall and turned back to him. He started unbuttoning my shirt.

I kicked him. He kicked me harder. I whimpered under him, trying to get free. Memories from that night in Wolverhampton over 4 years ago. They night I almost got raped. The night Niall saved me. The first night we ever slept together.

Tears prickled in my eyes as he pulled my shirt of. Was he actually going to rape me in this alleyway? Would he stab me? Even worse. Would he kill me?

Thoughts raced through my mind. Alex. Niall. Liam. Harry. Zayn. Louis. My wedding. My job. My family. But more importantly my precious little girl. My Rosie. I had to fight for not only my own life but for hers.

'Stop fidgeting!' He shouted.

'Help!' I screamed. Earning a hard slap on my face. I cried out in pain. He was feeling me up. His hard rough hands were nothing that I was used to. I tried to push him of. But I struggled under his grasp. I felt a hard impact hit my stomach.

'Owwww' I cried. I closed my eyes willing it to be over. Wishing if never agreed to come back to Liam's. to meet Niall. To come after him. If that had not have happened I wouldn't be in a cold dark alley with a drunken stranger about to be raped.