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I was now in Niall's arm, breathing happily into his neck. Everything was back to normal again. I had a boyfriend, even though Liam wasn't as happy about it as I was. I knew he didn't want me getting hurt again, but I knew Niall wasn't going to do that again. I knew he wouldn't do that to me. Plus, he wouldn't want getting hurt by Liam again.
Speaking of which, I didn't see him that day. He had probably been cursing at himself for hurting someone, but I knew he did it to help me, even if I didn't need help.
I saw Louis, from the corner of my eyes, but I was too busy staring into Niall's gorgeous orbs to care about what he was going to say. Even after I saw the look of worry in his eyes, I didn't even try to know what was wrong.
"Hate to interrupt," he started. Well, that wasn't going to be good. "but I have bad news. Really bad news."
Damn. Nothing could go right, could it ? I was beyond pissed off when I saw him take a newspaper from behind him. Paparazzi ? Again ? Why couldn't they understand that we had a life aside from them ?
But then, Louis showed me the picture, and I saw red. It was a picture from Niall, looking totally wasted, and kissing some bitch and another picture of him kissing my neck. The title was : Niall Horan, a ladies man ?
I cringed at the thought of Niall kissing another girl and I saw him looking apolitically at me, but I cringed even more at the thought of that going everywhere and everybody could see it. Now, everybody knew what I looked like, and everyone could tell I was the girl Niall Horan was with. I was the girl he almost tried to rape.
Tears fell from my eyes, and I went outside. Only to find out that other paparazzi were waiting there.
"You don't understand, do you ?" I yelled.
I couldn't contain my anger, it wasn't my fault. They had to be everywhere in mine and Niall's relationship. They couldn't just leave us the hell alone, they had to put their noses on our business.
"He was drunk ! Even better, someone spiked his drink. Leave us alone !" I continued to scream.
I felt someone behind me and Niall lightly tugged on my hand to make me come back inside. I followed him, but I was still beyond pissed.
He pressed me against a wall, and he kissed me with all the strength he had. He kissed me with all the love for me he had.
I realized that I loved him. I realized that without him, I wouldn't be complete. I wouldn't be whole. I loved him and I love him no matter what we have to live, as long as we live it together.
"Niall, I love you," I whispered against his lips.
He pulled away, and he smiled at me.
"Me too, Andrea. Forever," he whispered back.
I went back to the living room, and saw all the guys with their girlfriends. I saw that they were all happy. That the room was filled with love and friendship that we had for each other. That no matter what would happen to us, we would always try to pass over it, and to go beyond it.
I saw all the boys looking at me with worried eyes, and I knew they had all the right to do so.
I sighed and nodded. Why did I nod ? No reason, I was just agreeing with our presence here.
"It's sorted, I won't talk ever again to the paps," I laughed.
Everyone in the room laughed, even though some of them weren't sure if I was kidding or if it was true.
I knew from this instant that I loved all the people in this room, and that everyone should accept it, not matter what.
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So, that was the last chapter of this fanfic. Yeah, I know, not the best ending, but I didn't have anymore ideas.... Hope you all liked it ;)
If you still want to read me in English (some of you don't read french... :P) I'm writing stories with my sibling, Sara :) (She's British and I'm Canadian, weird sibling ship, right ? :P ) We're writing about the boys in a fanfic, and making dirty imagines about the bromances ... If you're interested, we're at 1Derfulsiblings :)
Anyway, goodbye muffins, for the last time :P
-Fae xxx
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