Niall Horan my prince charming, Vero M. [classic novels TXT] 📗

a stupid teenager and a huge insurgent. You shake your head and stand up to go home. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Where are we going?” Caspar asks and wraps his arms sloppily around you. “Let go.” You hiss. “Let me go!” you shout and hit him. You run away into another room and take your phone. You don’t why, but you pick Niall’s number. “Pick up.” You whisper. “Please.” You mumble. “Where did you go?” Caspar shouts. “You, bitch, don’t hit me!” he yells. “Pick up. Please.” You whisper. “(Y/N)?” you hear Niall’s voice. “Who is it? Your leprechaun?” Caspar asks and takes your phone. “Niall!” you shout. Caspar throws your phone on the floor and steps on it. “Why?” you whisper. “What’s your problem?” you shout. He slaps you. You fall on the couch and he locks the door. You start shouting, but no one hears you. You stand up and try to hit him, but he’s stronger than you. “No one has ever pushed me away.” He hisses. “No one and now there’s you…” he whispers and squeezes your wrists. “You’re hurting me.” You whisper. He pushes you and you fall on the sofa. You rub your hands and look at him. “You!” he yells and you startle. “You’re very disrespectful.” He shouts. “I hate you.” You whisper and stand up. He looks at you and grabs your shoulders. He hits you again and you fall on the sofa. You hit your head against the corner of the couch. Everything turns black and fuzzy.

 

You open your eyes, but shut them again because of the bright light. Your head is aching tremendously. “Where am I?” you whisper. Caspar is still next to you. He’s purifying your forehead. “What happened?” you ask and touch your head. “Don’t!” he yells. You look at your hand – it’s bloody. “Now I have to do it again.” He mumbles. “Let me go home.” You whisper. “You’re not going anywhere.” He says. “Please.” You whisper. “I won’t tell anyone.” You say. “I don’t care. You’re going to be here until I let you go, clear?” he asks. His eyes are red and he’s sweating. You look at your phone – it’s lying on the floor and it’s broken. Was it Niall? Who did you call? Is someone going to save you? “How long did I sleep?” you ask quietly. It’s better to be calm. He can’t hold you here forever. “A couple of hours.” He says. “What? So long time? But where are others?” you ask. “I don’t know. It’s my club, my mates’ club. I don’t care what other people are doing.” He yells. “Okay.” You whisper. He nods and keeps cleaning your head. You feel cold and sick. You are in panic, but you can’t show it to him. You hear a loud noise in the front room. You look at Caspar, he frowns but continues cleaning your wound. “I just want to take care of you.” He whispers. “I don’t need your help.” You say. “Don’t be rude.” He says. You hear someone shouting. Caspar looks at the door. “What the hell?” he mumbles and stands up. “You stay here.” He says and points at you. He opens the door and leaves. You try to get up and do something, but he’s back as quickly as he left. “We have to leave.” He yells. “I’m not coming with you.” You say. “Yes, you are.” He shouts. “No.” you say. “We have no time for arguing!” he shouts. “No, you don’t. I do. And I’m telling you that I’m not coming with you.” You shout. “(Y/N)!” you hear Niall’s voice. It’s your Niall. It has to be. “Niall!” you yell. “Help me, Niall!” you shout as loudly as you can. “Shut up.” Caspar says and covers your mouth with his hand. You bite him and try to run. He grabs your hand and pulls you back. “You’re not going anywhere. I don’t need trouble with the police.” He yells. “You should have thought about it before.” You say. “Niall!” you shout. “(Y/N)?” you hear his voice. “Nia-“ you try to shout but Caspar covers your mouth again. “Shut the fuck up.” He whispers. “Fuck it.” He swears. He pushes you on the sofa and leaves the room. You try to stand up, but you feel so weak. “Niall…” you whisper. “Please.” You mumble. Suddenly the door is opened and you see him. It really is your Niall. He runs to you and wraps his arms around you. “It’s okay. It’s fine now.” He says and takes you in his arms. “Let’s go, Paul. We have to take her to the hospital. Look at her head – it’s bleeding quite badly.” He mumbles. You stroke his cheek and smile. “It’s you.” You whisper. “Thank you.” You mumble before passing out.

“What do you mean you won’t come back?” you hear someone shouting. “Shut up! You’re waking her up.” Niall whispers and takes your hand. “Niall?” you mumble. “I’m here.” He says and kisses you on your cheek. “Go.” He hisses. You open your eyes and see him smiling at you. “Am I in heaven?” you ask. He laughs and shakes his head. “No. Thankfully. You’re in hospital. Everything is fine.” He says and squeezes your hand. “Who was here?” you ask. He sits down next to you and tucks your hair behind your ear. “No one. How are you?” he asks. “Better.” You whisper. “I talked to the doctors. Your wound is so much better already. The nurse let me to clean it. I had to make sure she does it right.” He says and kisses your hand. “Thank you.” You smile and look at him. His eyes are swollen and red. There are bags under his eyes and he seems so tired. “How long have you been here?” you ask. “Nah! Just… couple of hours.” He says and you know he’s lying. “Liar.” You whisper and tap his nose. He smiles and looks at the ground. “I was here the whole night, but it doesn’t really matter. I was so damn worried about you. And I’m not going to leave!” He says. You smile and pull him into hug. “Come.” You whisper in his ear and take his hand. He lies next to you and you put your head on his chest.

“Thank you for coming.” You whisper. “I had a heart attack when you called me.” He says. “I had to come.” He whispers and kisses the top of your head. You feel him drawing little hearts on your back – it gives you goose bumps. “Why did you go to this party?” he asks and squeezes you. “It’s stupid.” You whisper and bury your head into his chest. “Tell me.” He says and strokes your hair. “I was mad at you. You didn’t call me.” You mumble. “I thought you found someone better and then just forgot me.” You say awkwardly. He doesn’t say anything and you bite your lip. “Well… our suitcases flew to Madagascar. Accidentally.” He says. “Our phones were in stupid Paul’s suitcase!” he says. “And then our manager said that it’s okay because then we can focus on our work! Can you imagine?” he almost shouts in disbelief and kisses your head again. “Bullshit.” He whispers angrily. “I’m sorry.” You say and feel horrible. You acted like a little child. “No, it’s okay.” He says and takes your hand. He starts playing with your fingers and you look how your hands fit perfectly together. His big rough hands caress your little tiny fingers. You look at his bitten nails and smile. You love every single thing about him. You pull him tightly against your body and shut your eyes. He’s here with you again and everything will be fine again.

He strokes your hair and you listen to him breathing peacefully. “(Y/N)?” he whispers. “Yes?” you ask. “I love you.” He says and continues stroking your hair. “I love you too.” You whisper and smile. “(Y/N)?” he says. “What?” you giggle. “Promise me, you won’t do anything like that ever again. You knew he was a pig…” He says. You sigh and shut your eyes. “I promise.” You whisper. “Good. That’s enough for me.” He says and plays gently with your hair. You nod. “Yeah, that’s good.” You say.

He breathes deeply and pulls you tightly against his body. “I wish you were a book.” He says. You look at him and smile. “What?” you laugh. “Then I could flip through your pages and underline my favourite things about you, fold your pages’ corners and tell my friends how wonderful you are. I would save you in a bookshelf next to my bed where I come to escape reality and dream of things that make me happy. I would read you again and again as if you were the only book I’ve got. And I would take you everywhere with me because you make me happy with the way you choose your words and how sweetly you let them flow through paper.” He whispers. “That’s the best thing I have ever been told.” You say.

“Niall?” you whisper. “Mh?” he mumbles. “We never finished our book.” You say. “Our book?” he asks. You nod. “The Notebook.” You say. He doesn’t say anything. Suddenly he gets up and takes his bag. He shows you the book. “I always carry it with me.” He whispers and jumps back next to you. “Do you remember whose turn is to read?” he asks, while flipping through the pages and searching for the right place. You shrug. “You can do it.” You whisper and bury your face into his chest. “You cheeky!” he whispers mischievously and taps your nose.

You smile and look at him reading. He’s probably the most beautiful boy on earth. No wonder why so many girls love him – he’s perfect. You shut your eyes and listen to his marvelous voice – he’s like an angel. He’s your personal guardian angel. “By the time the candles have burned down a third, I am ready to break the silence. I say, “I love you deeply, and I hope you know that.”” He reads and looks at you. He smiles and continues. ““Of course I do,” she says breathlessly. “I’ve always loved you, Noah.”” Niall reads. “Noah?” you interrupt him. “But Duke? What? She remembers?” you ask. Niall laughs and taps your nose. “Listen.” He whispers and kisses you slightly. “Noah, I hear again. Noah. The word echoes in my head. Noah… She knows, I think to myself, she knows who I am… Such a tiny thing, this knowledge, but for me it is a gift from God, and I feel our lifetime together, holding her, loving her, and being with her through the best years of my life.” He reads and closes the book. You look at him and smile. “It’s beautiful.” You say tears in your eyes. He nods and tries to hide his yawn. You smile and take the book. You put it on the shelf and look at Niall. He blinks tiredly his eyes and tries not to fall asleep, but can’t eventually resist - soon he’s peacefully sleeping by your side. You look at his face and touch his pink lips. They’re so soft. They’re your lips. They’re only yours, no one else can kiss them like you can. No one. Even though millions of girls would love to, Niall wouldn’t let them. He belongs to you and you belong to him. Simple as that. You pull him into hug and shut your eyes. “I have always loved you, Niall.” You whisper and fall asleep in his arms.