An Angel Named Niall

Chapter 11

NIALLS POV

She was gone. I was looking forward to spending time with her and she was gone. Just like that.

 I thought she was feeling better. Something was going on; something aside from the sick feeling in her stomach.

 The lads came in, each with their own questions about why Juliet walked away, especially more now since she was not in the room.

“I don’t know. She just left like that,” I told them as the surrounded me.

“She must’ve said something, though,” Liam said.

“She was sad. Well she is sad. She didn’t tell me much but she told me to leave her alone.”

Zayn and Harry each sat next to me. They patted my back and told me it’s for the best to leave her alone.

 It got me more upset. “No it’s not what’s best for me.” I got up and faced all of them. They were in shock to hear what I had said and because of how I reacted.

            “Something’s up with Juliet and she needs me.”

            “Okay but if the girl says to leave her alone, what else is there to do?” Louis said.

            “Would you leave Eleanor alone if she asked you the same thing?” Louis shook his head.  “If you guys were in my shoes, you wouldn’t just leave it as is,” I said.

 I have never been like this over a girl. There was something about Juliet that pulled me towards her. 

            “We’re sorry. We didn’t know that’s how you felt,” Liam added.

            “Yeah since you don’t talk about her to us that much,” Zayn added.

I calmed down a bit. “Yeah sorry here too. I just,” I paused. “I just like her and care about her, even though we haven’t known each other for so long.”

            “Well hey, you go get her,” Harry said as he put his hand on my shoulder.

I thought about it for a sec and decided to give her a day. I wanted to give her a day to think about it all and then I’d contact her tomorrow.

At this point, I just couldn’t let Juliet go.

JULIETS POV

I woke up to see my grandmas face. I was lying on the couch. I turned my gaze to my right and Matt was standing right there.

            “Honey, are you okay? Sweetie react,” grandma said as she continued putting that cloth of alcohol under my nostrils. I sat up slowly and I still felt very dizzy.

            “We’re going to the doctors,” she said as she began pulling me up. I quickly let go and responded. “No! no! I’m okay. I haven’t’ been eating well. That’s why this happened.”

            “No, we’re going.”

 “Grandma! I’m okay.” I stood up. “I’m fine. I’m just really dehydrated. I’m gonna try and sleep or something. I can’t be around him.”

I looked at Matt and walked away. I locked my door and not a single word was said from Matt or grandma. I was so mad that Matt showed up. I wish he could’ve just left me alone. I wish he could’ve never came into my life.

There was a knock at my door.

            I opened and it was my grandma with a bowl of chicken soup and a letter. “Matt told me to give you this.”

I grabbed it all and closed my door. I didn’t want to read the letter. But the curiosity just killed me.

I opened it and it read: “I heard about you being pregnant. I’m guessing the baby is mine. I was thinking he can be named ‘Matthew’ like me. I can already see both of us raising a child together. Wouldn’t you wish for that? I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

 I tore the paper to small, little pieces. I stomped on it as if Matt was standing right under it. I went on my knees and began crying my eyes out. I couldn’t believe this. I couldn’t believe I was pregnant and the dad was Matt. The guy I hated with all my heart.

At that moment, I wanted to stab myself right in the chest and forget about it all.

*hours later*

I woke up on the floor. I was still lying on the torn paper. My bowl of soup was still there. My aching was still there. It was all still there. I had hoped that it was all a dream. I had hoped I would’ve never woken up.

 I went into my bathroom and washed my face. I was a mess. And to think today was going to be a good day with Niall.

Someone was at my door again. I wish I could’ve ignored it but my grandma heard my using the restroom.

            “Yes grandma?”

            “Niall’s hear to see you.”

            “What?!”

            “I called him and told him about you. So he rushed right over here.”

I couldn’t believe my grandma had done that. I was angry once again. I wanted to punch the wall. I wanted to tear everything down. Niall was here right when I looked like a mess. Right when the guy that raped me teased me about living together. Right when I wanted to die.

            “Juliet?”

My head turned to my left and there stood Niall at my doorway.