Saved by Niall [Don't read. It's bad.]

Saving Nialler

                                                                      Chapter 14

I jump up, and grab my jacket. I don't care what Nialler said. I run out the door, and down the atairs. I go out the front door, and instead of grabbing my car. I run, all the way down the street, around the corner, up that street. I finally get to Niall's house. I run up to the door and pound on it. Niall's mom answers.

"Hey, umm Niall isn't here," she says, but I know she is lying. I shove past her roughly, and run up the stairs to his room. He is sitting there on his bed, looking at all the tweets coming in telling him to stop. Tears are streaming down his face. I run forward, and tackle him onto the bed, he gasps but hugs me tightly. 

"Nialler! Don't you even dare quit!" I growl, as he pushes me off.

"You weren't supposed to come see me," he says softly.

I start to cry. "But, Nialler! You weren't supposed to quit the band!" I say roughly.

"I have to, I have something I have to get over first." he says quietly.

"Me? I am not that hard to get over!!" I say loudly. He starts to cry. 

"Yes, you are! You are that hard to get over!!" he says.

"Why? I am nothing, compared to you compared to anyone! I don't deserve to live!" I say, all my emotions pouring out.

"You are my everything!! You mean the world to me! I LOVE YOU!" He yells, I gasp.

"What? I am normal, I have nothing special to give you." I say softly.

"You give me everything," he says, and I frown. He grabs me and pulls me in to kiss him. I freeze at first then kiss him back passionately. We kiss for minutes, then finally pull away.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips.

"I love you too," I say smiling. He pulls away even more, and types on his computer. I look down to read it.

@NiallOfficial: I am in love, with the girl of my dreams. Don't worry, I'm staying with the band too. #NOHATE

I gasp, and look up at him. He grins, and leans in kissing me again. My arms wrap around his neck, and his fingers tangle in my hair. When we finally pull away, I am grinning.

"Why didn't you want to see me?" I ask, still a little upset.

"I was so upset, when I heard you were in the hospital. I mean I knew what happened but still. Do you know how hard it was for me to see you like that?" he says. I look down embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," I say, and he places his hand under my chin he lifts my face.

"It's ok, your better now," he says softly, and I smile.