Why me? (a Niall Horan fan fiction)

Chapter 19

A/N I'm surprised none of you have raped me yet because you love me so much

Oh wait

It wouldn't be rape

Cuz I'd enjoy it ;)

Chapter 19

We had an awesome day at the beach, I got the boys back for dumping me in the water by going underwater and pinching each of their legs, making them think I was some sea creature. They all screamed like little girls, running out of the water. I came up sputtering and coughing I was laughing so hard. We ended the night with a nice stroll along the shore line, watching the sun slowly leave the sky. All the other boys' girlfriends were here, they all wore bikinis, and looked really pretty. I still don't feel like I belong in the 'girlfriend club' as they called it, because they are all so beautiful, and I'm just an ugly ole' potato. I don't deserve Niall, I am all chubby and not desirable.

I'm so glad I don't have twitter, I would receive so much hate from the craploads of 'loyal fans' that hate on all the girlfriends. The boys kept trying to make me an account, but I wouldn't let them. I don't need all the hate. I hate myself enough anyway. Niall keeps trying to make me eat, but I really don't want to. I don't want to return the the blubbery chub-fest that was my body last year. I was so ashamed of myself, I still am. Niall looks over at me and smiles, his beautiful white teeth glowing in the slowly darkening sky. I am so glad we met up that on cold September night, it has changed my life. Stephanie and I were so much happier living with the boys. I hadn't realized how much I needed him, how much I loved him, until recently. I've forgiven him for what he did when we were younger, he didn't know any better.

~Flashback~

My mom had beaten me last night. Again. We were at school and I had to wear a sweater and long pants to cover the bruises and cuts she gave me, and I was telling Niall what happened. He cared so much about me, I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't there for me, I'd have no reason to live. He was my absolute best friend, I could trust him with anything, he was always there for me, his shoulder open for me to cry on. He was listening intently but sadly at what I was telling him-we were only 8 years old! I was describing the knife she used, a dull kitchen knife, and she brought it in and out of my forearm, my dad kicking me and punching me. It was horrible, worse than anything they've ever done to me. My entire forearm had deep red lines all over it, and I would yelp in pain and see colours dance in front of my eyes if someone put as much as a feather's weight on it.

Niall hugged me, carefully avoiding my arm. He was so warm and soft. I cried on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his torso. I was still crying when one of Niall's 'friends' came up, grinning angrily.

"Hey, how's your dad? His knife nice and sharp?" she asked maliciously, and I was shocked. How does she know...the truth sunk in and I immediately scooted away from Niall, the pain visible on my face. He glanced at me sheepishly... oh my god. Niall told his friends about my parents? I thought he could keep a secret! I trusted him...with my deepest secrets. I erupted in sobs and shoved Niall away from me.

"Niall, you dirty little jerk. I can't believe you told them! Get away from me! I don't ever want to see you again!" I screamed in his face, and he started crying too. I ran away, sobbing hysterically, and Niall tried to come after me but I ran faster. I kept running, not even caring where I was going. I just ran around, circling the field. It felt wonderful to be doing something, if I sat down or stopped, I would remember what Niall did to me and I would start sobbing. I saw a few of the teachers watching me, who cares. Let them watch. I felt wonderful, the wind rushing through my hair, hearing it whoosh by my head. Everyone left me alone, and I didn't bother them. I liked the feeling of being alone, I felt powerful.

~Five years later~

I was losing. For the first time in my running life, I was losing. My dad had cut my knee last night, and it was most definitely slowing me down. I was in second at the Mullingar Running Meet, I had won it for the past 5 years. The girl beating me was only about ten yards ahead of me, and my knee was throbbing painfully. I felt lightheaded, and I was seeing spots. I was dizzy and I looked into the crowd. My eyes fixed on one person-Niall Horan. The little back-stabbing jerk I once called my best friend. Seeing him here made me want to scream, who was he cheering for? Certainly not me. I decided to not resist the anger; I let out a loud roar and pumped my arms quicker, pushing my legs faster than I've ever gone before. I passed her within seconds and kept sprinting, I was so mad. I kept willing my legs faster and faster, my knee protesting in agony. I didn't care, Niall made me so mad. I kept going faster and faster, the crowd in awe. I actually passed the girl again, before crossing the finish line, panting heavily. I heard the crowd roar at my victory, as colours jumped and swirled in my vision. I just fell to the ground, landing hard on my knee. I screamed in pain, my welt starting to flow blood again. The judge who had come over to congratulate me stepped back, seeing me bleeding on the ground.

"Is she ok...what happened...she's bleeding..." I heard snippets of different voices as my head swirled. I blacked out as I felt myself being lifted up, onto a bed.

~End of flashbacks~

I walked over to Niall and wrapped my arms around him, and he wrapped his around my waist. I rested my head on his chest. I wanted to stay this way forever, free of pain and sadness.

A/N so this one is a bit better it gives kinda the background story of wut happened

I think this'll be the last update of the night

No it won't ill probably like post the whole thing cu I can't sleep lol