A Happily Never After (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Days in the Past

"Aggghhhhhhhhh!!"

We were not even a third of the way into the movie and I was already on the verge of tears. I had no pillow to block my face from the movie and every time I tried to get up to leave the room, my path was blocked by Niall. Why couldn't I leave the room? They all knew I hated scary movies.

Throughout the whole movie, I was trying to cover both my ears and my eyes with just my hands but it wasn't working very well. I wanted to hide my face in Niall's chest and snuggle into him and ignore the movie but I didn't want it to be awkward so I ignored the temptation.

I wasn't quite sure what was going on in the movie, nor did I care, it looked like all the boys were pretty into it though. Every so often, however, I felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of my head, I figured they belonged to Niall so I let it go.

Suddenly, a character on the screen screamed and I couldn't take it anymore, I didn't even stop myself, I practically jumped into Niall's lap and burrowed my face into his chest. I heard Harry and Zayn laugh. I wanted to punch them but I was so on edge that I ignored it; I was shaking. I wouldn't be sleeping the next few nights.

I tried to ignore the fact that I was practically on top of Niall but I couldn't help but breath in his cologne and when he gently placed his hand on my back and started rubbing small circles, I let out a loud sigh and snuggled further into him.

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I was back on the beach, the beach in Ireland. I was standing there in a familiar pair of shorts and a long sleeve shirt. It was a bit chilly so I took a sip of my hot chocolate while holding a coffee, who was that for? I didn't drink coffee. This all felt so familiar. Deja vu? All of the sudden, a huge tidal-looking wave came up onto the beach and drenched me in water, causing me to spill both of my drinks. I stood up and I wrung out my shirt and my hair, cringing at the feeling of the wet clothes being stuck onto my body. I walked up the beach a bit spotting a trash can and throwing away the now empty cups. Sitting a few feet away I saw a young blonde boy, was that a sixteen year old Niall? It was! I jogged up to him but a girl appeared out of nowhere, and not just any girl, Stacy. They were holding hands and, and they were kissing. I felt my blood boil as another wave hit me out of nowhere causing me to fall over. The sand on the beach slowly disappeared, grain by grain, until there was nothing there and I was falling, falling into a dark, bottomless pit.

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"Lennon, wake up, the movie's over!" I heard Niall softly say as he gently shook me awake. Was that all a dream? Must've been because of the movie. I jumped up and stretched out my arms as I yawned. The lights in the room were back on and the familiar voice of the woman on the cooking show Louis liked to watch was being played from the television. Still pretty tired, I slowly made my way to the bathroom to fix my now messy hair. As I rounded the corner, I looked back at Niall who was chatting with Zayn. I turned my head back around just as I bumped into Louis.

"Hey Lennon. You enjoy the movie?" he asked raising his eyebrows (probably because I was using Niall as a shield or a "cuddle-buddy" as Louis apparently liked to say) and straightening himself out.

"Funny Lou," I said, ignoring his comment and walking past him with a little skip in my step.

"Wait," he grabbed my wrist and I spun around.

"Yeah," I looked at him then at his hand on my wrist confusedly.

"Wanna play," I raised my eyebrows as he paused for dramatic effect, "the turn-ons game?" he laughed.

Turn-ons game? How did he... All of the sudden, it was like something in my brain clicked: the scary movie, the multiple times Niall had listened to me rant, and how he always put his hands on my waist, it was all because of that game. But, wasn't that almost two years ago, how could he remember all that and why was he doing the things I said I liked in a guy? Was he... no. He was trying to get me to like him, wasn't he? But I already like him. Does he know that I like him? Does he like me? I think so, I mean, the boys told me and through his actions it seemed quite obvious, yet I couldn't bring myself to believe it. A famous pop-star, who could get any girl he wanted, liked me? Why? Suddenly, I thought back to what Louis had just asked me... he told all the boys about that day? Wasn't that our secret?

"Lennon, hello?" Louis said, taking his hand off of my wrist and waving it in front of my face. I shook my head and closed my now gaping mouth.

I turned around and walked quickly into the kitchen, fuming. I threw on my shoes and turned the knob on the door, walking, no stomping, down the hallway to the elevator.

"Lennon, where ya going? Was it something I said?" I heard Louis laugh after me.

He was laughing? He wasn't even taking this seriously? Wait, I couldn't blame Louis, or any of the other guys besides Niall, this was all Niall. The guys didn't know any better but for Niall to tell them all, I couldn't believe that. How could he do that?

When I was finally on the elevator, I pulled out my phone and dialed a familiar number: Emma.