The Generous Niall

Chapter 26

(Veronica's POV)

The night was still young, yet I was still out with Niall Horan. The bill laid out on the table; I rummage through my pocket, but Niall stopped me.

"No, let me." he said.

     He's sweet. He's nice like his mom, but I can't trust lhim. Not yet. If I trust him early, I'll never know that he'll just be another cheater.  I'll get my heart broken again just like the first time. I don't want to go through it all over again. I close my eyes for a second, keeping me calm. I peaked one eye open to see if he's looking at me, but he's not.

I opened my eyes again. I'm calm.

"Are you ready to leave?" He asked. I nodded.

We walked out of the Barclay's Center. My mind filled my head with no words on my mind. I'm fine; Trust me. He takes my hand, I don't react. I let him win my hand with his smile. He turns to me. I look in his ocean deep blue eyes, that are too irresistible, I don't look away. He turned to face me.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" He questioned. I paused for a second. 

  After all I've been through, I can't say no. If I do, I will start depression all over, and worse, I'll commit suicide, I'm serious. No more boys in my life. I hope Niall feels the same way. Maybe he'll understand if I told him. One day. I don't want to get broken by celebrity. Out of nowhere, camera are flashing, and questions popped up. I don't know what to do.

 Niall looks back me.

"Let's go!" Niall said. We both took off. I smiled along the the way. Niall looks get a view at me, but I don't do anything. I look down at the ground.

"Veronica, look up, you have nothing to be ashamed of." He told me.

He's right. I don't.

"Do you need a ride home, or something." said Niall.

"Yeah, I do."

He stole my hand again and led me on. By the time I came home it's already 10pm and my dad is on the couch sleep. I snuck in my room without making any sounds. I changed into my night clothes and quickly went to sleep.

     The next day, I looked out my window to open the curtains, as I've done done that, I saw Dylan Martinez coming outside. He followed in after a short woman, walking behind him. What should I do? I'm lost. Dad left for his job, and my mom is at the store. I'm alone here by myself. I'm Isolated. Three knocks I heard tap on the door. I don't make a sound.

He knocked five times now and I have ignored the door for two minutes, and he's still knocking. How does he know my address? I thought for a couple seconds. No thoughts; I'm completely lost.

"Come on Veronica, I know you're in there," shouted Dylan. I opened the door. It was him. He kissed my lips. I pushed him off me. He looked at me baffled.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said. He face squished into a puppy dog face; I looked furious. The more he stayed silent; The better I got disgruntled.

"Are you in there," I said, waving my hand to get his attention. "Why are you here?" He finally answered.

"I came to see you. Are you glad?" He asked.

"No! How did you get even get here?" I questioned him; He thought in silence.

"Like it's not hard to call your mom." He stated.

How in the world did he get my mom's number?

"Come on Veronica, you've been averting my calls, text messages, I want to be with you, why can't you forgive me?" He asked.