Niall Horan Fanfic Chapter 9: The Start of Something New
I woke up in the arms of my beautiful boyfriend Niall. He was still asleep and he looked so perfect. I was freezing, I went to letto in a tank superiore, in alto and shorts, and even though it was summer I was cold. I shivered suddenly, and Niall woke up.
“Morning babe.” He detto baciare my cheek.
“Morning.” I detto stretching a little.
“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“I don’t know te wanna go out?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m gunna go shower, te get ready.” He said.
I started to get dressed. I didn’t know where we were going so I put on denim shorts and a rosa capestro, cavezza top. I got my preferito black Converse and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I grabbed my phone and went on twitter. This was the first time I’d been on twitter since, well, the time before my accident. I was scrolling through and checked my mentions. They were still terrible. No surprise.
@Hazelbaby97 is so stupid we all know the “plane crash” was attempted suicide…wish she died tho
@Hazelbaby97 go jump off a building te deserve death
I wish @Hazelbaby97 died in the plane crash
I couldn’t believe people would say that stuff. I shut my phone off and threw it across the room. Niall had come out of the doccia and walked over to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Your fan are telling me I should be dead.” I detto sadly.
“I’ll fix it this time.” He said.
He grabbed his phone and tweeted: Everyone sending my hazel hate needs to go away she did nothing to te and doesn’t deserve this
He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I was so glad he was finally on my side. HE finished up getting ready and then we were off to breakfast. We went to IHOP and pretty much ordered one of everything on the menu. He got a text halfway through eating telling him he had an interview to talk about what happened to me. We paid the check and took off.
When we got to the studio for the interview I sat in the back and stayed out of the way.
“So your girlfriend almost died is that correct?” the interviewer said.
“Yeah she was in a plane crash.” Niall detto sadly.
“And then te two weren’t speaking. Why?” the interviewer asked.
“Personal reasons.” Niall answered.
“Well she’s here now, so everything’s good again?” the interviewer said.
“Yeah we’re good now, really good.” Niall detto looking over at me and smiling.
The interview went on with più domande (obviously) and stuff like that. When me and Niall were on our way home I went to twitter. I looked in the trends and the number one worldwide trend was: NiallLovesHazelMoreThenHisFans. I felt terrible. I didn’t want him to know about it but he saw my face and knew something was wrong. I showed him. His eyes welled up with tears and I grabbed his hand.
“I’m so sorry Niall. This is all my fault.” I said.
“No, I just…” he detto trailing off.
When we got back to the hotel he went in our room and laid down. I left him alone, I knew he was upset and that it was my fault but I couldn’t do anything. I heard him crying in the other room and I got up off the divano and went in.
“Niall?” I detto knocking on the door.
“Babe, can te come here?” he said.
I walked over and he grabbed me da the waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he cried and cried. I rubbed his hair and held him tightly. I hated seeing him like this. He calmed down a good while later and I said, “Are te okay?”
“No, the fan hate me now.” He said.
“It’s all my fault.” I said.
“No, no babe it’s not it’s no one’s fault.” he detto rubbing my back.
“I hate seeing te so upset Niall, don’t cry anymore.” I said.
“I won’t.” he detto smiling.
We heard screaming outside the hotel and so I looked out the window. There were tons of fan outside and they were all holding signs and screaming. Most of the signs detto stuff like:
Hazel ruined Niall
Or
Niall is better without Hazel
Niall grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the window. There was a knock at the door. When we opened it management was standing there.
“She needs to go.” They said.
I woke up in the arms of my beautiful boyfriend Niall. He was still asleep and he looked so perfect. I was freezing, I went to letto in a tank superiore, in alto and shorts, and even though it was summer I was cold. I shivered suddenly, and Niall woke up.
“Morning babe.” He detto baciare my cheek.
“Morning.” I detto stretching a little.
“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“I don’t know te wanna go out?” I asked.
“Yeah I’m gunna go shower, te get ready.” He said.
I started to get dressed. I didn’t know where we were going so I put on denim shorts and a rosa capestro, cavezza top. I got my preferito black Converse and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I grabbed my phone and went on twitter. This was the first time I’d been on twitter since, well, the time before my accident. I was scrolling through and checked my mentions. They were still terrible. No surprise.
@Hazelbaby97 is so stupid we all know the “plane crash” was attempted suicide…wish she died tho
@Hazelbaby97 go jump off a building te deserve death
I wish @Hazelbaby97 died in the plane crash
I couldn’t believe people would say that stuff. I shut my phone off and threw it across the room. Niall had come out of the doccia and walked over to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Your fan are telling me I should be dead.” I detto sadly.
“I’ll fix it this time.” He said.
He grabbed his phone and tweeted: Everyone sending my hazel hate needs to go away she did nothing to te and doesn’t deserve this
He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I was so glad he was finally on my side. HE finished up getting ready and then we were off to breakfast. We went to IHOP and pretty much ordered one of everything on the menu. He got a text halfway through eating telling him he had an interview to talk about what happened to me. We paid the check and took off.
When we got to the studio for the interview I sat in the back and stayed out of the way.
“So your girlfriend almost died is that correct?” the interviewer said.
“Yeah she was in a plane crash.” Niall detto sadly.
“And then te two weren’t speaking. Why?” the interviewer asked.
“Personal reasons.” Niall answered.
“Well she’s here now, so everything’s good again?” the interviewer said.
“Yeah we’re good now, really good.” Niall detto looking over at me and smiling.
The interview went on with più domande (obviously) and stuff like that. When me and Niall were on our way home I went to twitter. I looked in the trends and the number one worldwide trend was: NiallLovesHazelMoreThenHisFans. I felt terrible. I didn’t want him to know about it but he saw my face and knew something was wrong. I showed him. His eyes welled up with tears and I grabbed his hand.
“I’m so sorry Niall. This is all my fault.” I said.
“No, I just…” he detto trailing off.
When we got back to the hotel he went in our room and laid down. I left him alone, I knew he was upset and that it was my fault but I couldn’t do anything. I heard him crying in the other room and I got up off the divano and went in.
“Niall?” I detto knocking on the door.
“Babe, can te come here?” he said.
I walked over and he grabbed me da the waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he cried and cried. I rubbed his hair and held him tightly. I hated seeing him like this. He calmed down a good while later and I said, “Are te okay?”
“No, the fan hate me now.” He said.
“It’s all my fault.” I said.
“No, no babe it’s not it’s no one’s fault.” he detto rubbing my back.
“I hate seeing te so upset Niall, don’t cry anymore.” I said.
“I won’t.” he detto smiling.
We heard screaming outside the hotel and so I looked out the window. There were tons of fan outside and they were all holding signs and screaming. Most of the signs detto stuff like:
Hazel ruined Niall
Or
Niall is better without Hazel
Niall grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the window. There was a knock at the door. When we opened it management was standing there.
“She needs to go.” They said.
