Second Chances

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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I'm gonna try to upload this chapter directly from the app because normally I previously write it and just copy and paste but I'm actually typing it out right now.

Wow, I know I ALWAYS say this, but your comments seriously make me feel so much better! They're so sweet and every time I read them it makes me wanna update so I end up posting another chapter.

I also feel really bad not replying to them, but I normally just update and then sign off. I never have time to reply because the only time I actually get to spend on here is posting new chapters. But again, I do read through them all, and I appreciate every single one of them

Okay enough of me being a blabber mouth, on with the story!

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It's something I normally would never do. Like ever.

Josh had left me so emotionless, that I never thought I'd fall in love again.

But I think Niall is managing to change that.

Once I pulled back, a huge smile was placed on his face as he looked down. His smile was believable.

Silence had fell upon us and we rested on his couch. We were still close... I guess you can consider it... 'cuddling'.

Again, not something I'd normally do, but at this moment I was fine by it.

"You're still really pretty, even when you cry." He smiled as the words left his mouth.

I blushed and hid my face in his chest. "Stop. I look hideous." My voice was muffled.

"I'd have to disagree."

I looked up and stared at him. "You really think this is pretty?!" I pointed to my face, which I was certain was red along with my eyes which were probably puffy too.

"Of course I do."

I rolled my eyes but a smile forced itself on my lips no matter how much I tried to hide it.

*Niall's P.O.V:*

"I like you, Niall! But I-I was... abused... by my boyfriend..."

My frustration had turned into shock, instantly.

She likes me.

She likes me.

I was beyond happy, until the rest of the sentence followed.

Abused.

Who would do such a thing?! That seriously makes me so pissed there aren't any words to describe it.

Why would a man ever hurt a girl, especially Julia?

The look on her face made me feel worse than when I saw her kissing Harry. It was the look of pure pain.

She stood in front of me with tears streaming down her face. Her face was suddenly hidden by her hands as she muted the sobs beginning to escape her mouth.

I got up and wrapped my arms around her small frame.

She was really upset by this, so it's my job to make her feel better. This is not how a girl should feel. Ever.

Julia's arms had wrapped around my torso as she cried into my chest.

As my thoughts were scrambled, that's when it all added up.

That's why she doesn't want a boyfriend.

That's why she seems so... uncomfortable talking about relationships.