Like Dreamers Do (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 12

Niall and I were side by side in the darkly tinted car, two burly men occupying the front seats. We had managed to escape the club pretty easily, rushing out one of the side entrances and diving into the car that had been parked and waiting. 

He had been unbearably quiet the whole time. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I was still a little tipsy so I was worried I would say the wrong thing anyway. 

After about ten minutes with the only conversation consisting of how cold it was in the car, Niall cleared his throat and turned to me hesitantly.

“Earlier...when you were outside the club with Zayn, you said you saw something.” He mumbled quietly, his eyes to the floor. My heart lurched at his reminder, my mind thrashing about.

“Like I said, I think I was imagining things.” I answered quickly, starting to believe it myself. I was really drunk at the time after all. It probably didn’t even happen, and I had freaked myself out over nothing.

But Niall didn’t look like he believed me. I wasn’t even sure I believed myself.

“All the same...what do you think you saw?” He asked, looking up at me for the first time in this car trip. He was genuinely concerned. It scared me a little, just how concerned he looked.

“It was – nothing. It was nothing okay.” I mumbled, my voice wavering. Niall sighed, crossing his arms and leaning into his seat.

“I know we basically only just met, but you know you can talk to me right? About anything.” He added, drifting off a bit. 

I didn’t even know what to say. It was as though he knew...but that wasn’t possible. I didn’t want to believe that. So I tried to steer away from the subject by staying quiet. I prayed that he wouldn’t bring it up again. Instead, he looked up again, throwing an arm around my shoulders. 

“I don’t want you to go home alone tonight. Stay at my place okay, no strings attached. I promise.”

As soon as he said it, I knew I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to go home alone tonight. Not after what I had seen. To be honest, I was scared. I was petrified that what I had seen was actually real. I turned to Niall, resting my head on his shoulder. He tightened his arm around me, pulling me into him. I don’t know how it happened but before I knew it, I was silently crying to myself.

I so badly wanted to tell him what I had seen. I wanted to tell him the whole story, about what had happened in Australia, about why I moved. Niall had that effect on me. He made me want to launch into my whole life story, right from the beginning.

But I didn’t. Instead, I sat there and cried into his shoulder until we had reached his house in the middle of London. 

I had managed to stop crying by then. His house was nothing short of amazing, I was in complete awe. It looked like a castle from the middle ages, only more expensive. 

“You’re lucky.” He said, taking my hand as he helped me out of the car. “The fans must have gone home for the night. They’ve been outside my house everyday now.”

I silently prayed to myself that I would be able to get away tomorrow morning without being seen by anyone and followed Niall inside, shivering in the cold wind that had picked up.

If I thought the outside of the house was amazing, it was nothing compared to inside. The place was MASSIVE. I didn’t even know where to look. I almost feared sitting down anywhere, it looked too expensive.

“Um...wow.” I muttered, wrapping my arms around myself as I took in my new surroundings. Niall grinned, waltzing straight into the kitchen.

“It’s pretty flash aye.” He laughed, opening the fridge. “And since I’m still a little tipsy, I’m going to make the greatest nachos you will ever eat. Make yourself at home.”