The Pretty One (A One Direction Fanfic)

Prolouge

I jolted awake and looked at my bedside table at the clock which read 3:57. My breathing was uneven and my hair was stuck to my face from the sweat all around my body. I felt extremely warm and had a lump in my throat. I sat up and tried to calm myself down before I woke up my boyfriend beside me. Too late.
"Babe?" He said groggily. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Niall, go back to sleep," I said softly. I didn't trust my own voice right now.
"Did you have a nightmare?" He pushed on.
"Yes." I replied barely audible.
"Come here." He pulled me towards him and I layed back down. He cuddled close to me and put his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his chest. He held me tight as he nuzzled his chin into my neck. "What was it about?"
On the verge of tears, I responded with a shaky voice and said, "Mum and Dad."
"Again?" He sighed.

Not being able to form anymore words I nodded. I choked down the lump in my throat and began to speak. "We were at an airport. Me, Mum, Dad and Ella. Mum and dad went through and boarded but just as me and Ella were about to get on, the plane disappered. Next thing I knew it fell from the sky and crashed and then I woke up"
Niall looked at me then sighed. He sat me and himself up, gave me a sympathetic look and hugged me tight.

Almost every month I'd have a nightmare about my parents. Around 4 years ago they went on a holiday and left me and my younger sister Ella at home. They wanted a 'romantic getaway' as they had said, so they went alone. They had gotten there fine but on their flight back to England, their plane had crashed. No survivors. I snapped out of my daze when Niall let go of me.

He looked me straight in the eyes and wiped away the tears that I hadnt even realised were still there. He lifted up my chin and softly said "You know that you and Ella are safe here. I would never let anything happen to either of you. I love Ella as if she's my own daughter and you already know how much I love you. I can guarantee you that your parents are looking down on you and are so proud of who you've become. They woudn't want you to be getting upset over them. As cliche as this sounds, you know that your parents are always with you." He pointed to my heart. "You do know that, don't you?" He looked me in the eyes and I nodded. The biggest smile I could muster up found its way onto my face and I hugged him tight. It was silent for a few moments until he spoke up again. "You know I kinda need to breathe." He said, chuckling.
"Sorry." I laughed quietly. "How about we get some sleep now, hm?"
"Don't have to ask me twice" He responded with a cheeky grin.

A grin that would once melt my heart, but now just hurts everytime I think of it.

We both layed back down in the same positions as before and attemped to go to sleep. Just before we both dosed off, I asked a question that had been running around my mind for a while now. "Niall?"
"Hmm?"
"You'll never leave us would you?"
"Never." He said sincerely. "Is that even a question?"
"No. No, of course not. Silly of me to even ask that. I love you." I smiled up at him and gazed into his crystal blue eyes. He looked down at me too and smiled but I could swear there was something missing. That teeny bit of emotion wasn't there and the smile he was displaying never really reached his eyes but just as he noticed I knew something was off, he teared his gaze away from mine. At the moment I didn't think anything of it but what I never knew was that this very smile was the start of everything. I rid my mind of the thought and passed it off as nothing had happened.
He eventually replied, "Love you too." But yet again, it seemed as though the words had no emotion in them. He kissed the top of my forehead before we both fell into a peaceful slumber. At least his was.

'I Love you,' Its amazing how someone can make these three special words do cheap and vulgar. He told me he loved me. How naive I was.

***

I woke up the next morning to a cold bed on the other side. Despite having a nightmare, I woke up suprisingly refreshed. I opened my eyes and rubbed them to wake up a little more but then frowned as I remembered the events of last night. Why did I feel as if there was something wrong with Niall, it felt as though he didn't care anymore. I shook off the bad thoughts and grabbed my phone from the bedside table to find about a dozen messages from Niall,