Who Would Have Guessed? *Niall Horan Love Story* Finished

Chapter 11

***All credit goes to Reilly Roo2 Half of Railly***

*Paisley POV*

My cheek was stinging in pain and I could feel the throbbing starting to thump against it. I put my hand up to my cheek, cradling it as I turned to sit up. I quickly wiped away the tears that were falling down my face as I heard Louis and Zayn running over to Liam, Niall, and I.

"NIALL WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Zayn yelled shoving Niall's shoulders and Niall just smirked.

"I'm just giving this bitch what she deserves," He growled, glaring down at me like I was a piece of gum that got stuck on his favorite pair of Suprahs.

"You think she deserves to get slapped because she went to the store to go get food?" Louis exclaimed as Liam kneeled down next to me and looking me in the eye as if he was asking me if I were okay. I shook my head and wiped away more of my tears as Liam held out his hands for me to grab onto. I clutched his hands tightly and stood up slowly.

"She's the one trying to ruin everything!" Niall yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls.

"If anything that's you Niall," I muttered looking at my shoes.

"Excuse me bitch?" He asked walking over to me and I shrunk up, leaning back into Liam's chest as he wrapped a protective arm over my shoulders.

"I said, you're the one ruining everything," I said a little bit more loudly.

"I'm sorry but did I not just make it clear a few minutes ago not to yell at me?" Niall asked pointing to himself and laughing. "Or do I need to clarify it a little bit more because I would gladly do that."

"Niall, you better stay away from Paisely or else you're going to regret it." Liam warned pushing me behind him trying to protect me.

"And what are you going to do about it if I do? Kick me out of the band? I don't think so, you can't do that. Just think of all the stupid little physco fans that obsess over me." He laughed and I saw the boys all glaring at him, knowing they obviously couldn't do that. Niall pushed his limits. He knew the only reason he was here now was because of those fans. If only the fans could hear him now.

"That's it," Zayn said stepping up and punching Niall square in the jaw causing us all to gasp. Zayn was never violent. He hated violence and always tried to stay out of it because of all the things he did when he was a kid. Niall didn't even flinch; he just smirked and rubbed his chin a little.

"Finally some action out of you guys," He growled and punched Zayn in the nose, making a stream of blood immediately come rushing out of it. Zayn was too shocked to see what was coming next, Niall grabbed his shirt in his hands and whipped Zayn around, shoving him into the wall, making a picture fall to the floor and shatter. Niall then took his fist and jammed it into Zayn's stomach, making him bend over in pain, crumbling to the floor.

"Zayn!" I cried out running out from behind Liam and tried running over to him but Liam grabbed my waist with both arms and kept me stayed put in his grip as I tried squirming free. Niall was kicking Zayn in the stomach when Louis came running over and throwing Niall on the floor, trying to help Zayn up. Liam let go of my waist and ran over toward Niall, pinning him to the floor.

"Call Paul!" Liam yelled trying to keep Niall pinned down. I quickly dialed Paul's number, sniffling and wiping my cheeks again.

"Paisley? Are you alright? What's wrong" He asked hearing me sniffling.

"Paul, you need to get here, now." I said and he quickly said he was on his way, hanging up before saying goodbye.

I ran over to Louis and Zayn helping Louis bring Zayn to the bathroom. Once we were there, we set Zayn on the toilet seat and grabbed a towel, pushing it against his nose, trying to stop the blood from falling on his already stained shirt. His right eye was already starting to fade into a grayish black from Niall's punch.

"Paisley, I'm going to go help out Liam now. You need to stay in here and help Zayn," He ran out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him with a slam and I quickly locked it in case Niall got out. I ran over to Zayn and started looking him up and down.

"Take your shirt off, I'm going to try and get the blood out." I said holding my hand out for the shirt and he quickly pulled it off and handed it to me. I put it in the sink and let it soak in the cold water.

I walked back over to Zayn and saw his toned abs, already turning blue and purple. I gasped and he looked down wincing as more blood started flowing into the towel. I put my hand up to the bridge of his nose and squeezed it lightly, but even that made Zayn wince.

"I'm so sorry," I kept muttering over and over again. I did not want to see him in pain no matter what he did with those girls last night.

"Paisley, calm down. I'm not going to die, chill. You don't have to keep saying sorry after everything I do. I know you're just trying to help me." He said grabbing onto my shoulders and looking me dead in the eye.

"I know, but this is all my fault. I should have just kept my mouth shut..." I trailed off staring at the floor.

"No, what you did was fine. Just don't worry about. Everything is going to be okay."

"Shouldn't I be the one comforting you?" I questioned laughing a little and he cracked a smile. By now his nose was done bleeding and the bloody towel had dropped onto the floor. "I'm going to go get you some ice okay?" He nodded slowly and I quietly walked out the door and saw that no one was here anymore. I guess they took Niall to Paul's room?

Oh well, I get over to the cabinet, grabbed a bowl and started putting ice into it. When it was filled about to the halfway point, I pulled the bowl away and grabbed some towels from the cupboard. I went to the bathroom and saw Zayn looking down at his stomach, staring in shock.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked realizing I hadn't asked him how he was doing yet. He nodded slightly, biting his lip and I knew he was lying.

"Quit lying, it's not going to help you here." I stated crossing my arms over my chest. "I know, just a bit shaken up. I don't know what's happened to Niall..." He trailed off as I put the ice on his stomach and nose. He got frigid but then let out a sigh of relief.

"Nobody does," Harry said quietly making me jump, not realizing he was standing right there. He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed frowning slightly.

"Go away Harry," I muttered standing up and crossing my arms again, leaning on my left leg.

"Look Paisley I'm sor-"

"Save it. You're wasting your breath." I growled walking over to him and pushing him out of the door before shutting it and locking it again.

If he was going to leave when we needed him most, why should I let him back in again? I didn't know who the traitor was now. Niall or Harry?

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N is for never ending short of horrible names you call me.

I is for the interesting things you always come up with to make my life hell.

A is for the abuse you put me through.

L is for all the lying.

L is for the love that's always been hidden. <3 <3

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