Saving Her

"They say eyes are the gateway to the soul, others beg to differ by saying that its not a gateway, but a simple doorway. Gateways require certain ways of entry: locks, keys. But doors.. Doors are the if & when. What if I open this door to the knew chapter in my life? When will I open the door? Doors are simple, gateways are not.
They say if you look into ones eyes & see a gateway, & not a door, they're the kind of people that are not so easy to read, in addition, not so easy to get along with.
They say if you look into ones eyes & see a door, you've found a rare soul. One that you can read & know exactly what they're thinking, or planning on doing.
I looked into Niall'a blue eyes, knowing I saw not a gateway, but a simple, easy, door. I knew what he was thinking, the smile on his face giving him away as well as the door in his mind that only I could see at the time. They had a certain glimmer to them, a gleam maybe.
It felt as time had stopped & it was just me watching his phenomenal eyes. The blue in them, the one bluer than all of the oceans combined, mixed with the slight tint of yellow. They were happy eyes." Happy wasn't a word Tara was used to. Scared? Tortured? Now those.. those words were more realistic to her. Her demonic father abused, burned, bent, & managed to tear this poor girl into pieces on the inside. The only person that could possibly save her now? Niall Horan.