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Weak ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Weak ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

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"Love is Weak. I want you all to remember that," I explain to the boys. "But I love Eleanor!" Louis practically shouts out. "I love Perrie also," chimes in Zayn calmly, but he looks a bit on edge, as if my words didn't make him very happy. Finally Liam pipes in, "I surely love Danielle with all of my heart." "You boys don't love your girlfriends, yo're infatuated with them. Or in 'lust', if you will. The feeling will fade someday. Love isn't real," I calmly explain. The boys all shift uncomfortably in their seats. Except Niall. He keeps looking at me with an odd expression on his face. I have a feeling he's not going to let go of this... I don't cry. Crying is positively a weakness. I make very few friends. Friends lead to drama and sadness that were never really even necessary. I most definitely do not do love. Love is a sad thing really. First off there's a sweet, naive girl. Then there's the Boy who claims he'll love her forever. But something must always get in the way of that eh? Something like he cheats or does something stupid to make the girl cry for hours and hours endlessly. But I am most definitely not that girl. I'm the best friend whose shoulder she cries on for those endless hours. I am the girl that learns from her friends mistakes. Love is a weakness and that is that.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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