Chapter 2
"Do you have any place to stay?" Niall asked once he finished cleaning me up.
"No. But I can probably stay at some hotel. I have some money in my bank account. Thanks for everything." I answered softly, grabbing my bag and walking to the door.
"That's not necessary." he replied, stopping me from reaching the front door. I looked at him confused. "You're staying here tonight. I don't trust this city at night."
"No. You don't have to do that! Really, I'll just get a hotel room!" I responded.
"Oh, but I do have to!" he smirked, blocking the door.
"Niall." I whined, but a small smile made its way on my face.
"Scar." he said, mimicking my tone.
My body froze when he called me that.
"W-what did you just call me?" I asked.
"Scar..." he answered cautiously.”Do you not like that? I don't have to call-"
"No, it's fine. It's just, my mother used to call me that." I stated, placing my hand gently on his forearm.
"Used?"
"Yeah. She passed away two years ago." I paused. "I'm over it though."
"I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't call you that."
"It's fine, Niall. Really. I actually like it." I smiled. "Reminds me of her, yah know?"
He nodded and smiled, revealing his braces.
"So, do you live here alone? Because this is a big house." I laughed softly.
"No I live here with my 4 best friends." he replied. "I have a question."
"I have an answer." I paused. "Maybe."
He let out a cute little laugh that made my smile widen.
"Have you ever heard of One Direction?"
"No. What is it? A movie or something?" I questioned, tilting my head.
He let out a loud laugh.
"I'm sorry." he said, trying to act serious. But his serious face contorted has he tried to stifle his laughter.
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What These Bruises Say ›› n.h
FanfictionScarlett is abused. Abused by the only person she has left. She turns to music to help her enjoy life. But when her father disapproves of her passion, she leaves. Only to run into Niall Horan. Scarlett has never heard of One Direction. So when Niall...
