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

Chapter 12

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

*Paisley's POV*

Sighing I ran a hand through my hair and leaned against the door, propping my arms up on the wall, my head facing toward the floor. Why couldn't anything go right? What did I do to deserve all this? I wanted answers from Niall but I knew he would never tell me. Maybe I could get Zayn, if they made up...

I suddenly felt a warm, large hand getting set on my shoulder making me jump and turn around to see Zayn, shock on his face.

"Sorry," I muttered looking at my shoes.

"What's wrong Paisley? And don't say your cheek because I know it's more than that." He said looking me dead in they eye and I realized I hadn't even looked in the mirror to see the damage yet. I'm guessing Zayn hadn't either.

"I just don't know what I did to make Niall hate me so much." I said softly biting my lip.

"Nobody knows. I wish I could get him to talk to me about it but he won't. He gets all stiff and angry whenever I even mention your name." He said truthfully. I don't know why it bothered me so much about why he hated me. Probably because I didn't know but it just doesn't add up.

"Do you think you could talk to him about it?" I finally asked, holding my breath while waiting for his answer.

"I don't know Pay, he just tried to beat the living shit out of me like twenty minutes ago." He laughed shortly.

"I understand. I just don't get him! What did I do?" I yelled out frustrated, slamming my hand against the counter that was to the right of me.

"It's okay, everything will be okay." He wrapped me up in a hug and I let my tears fall freely. All I seem to be doing now is crying and I hate it.

Why can't I just be happy for once? Why did my life have to be a living hell? I miss the old happy me!

I pulled away after a while and sighed. I closed my eyes tightly and turned toward the mirror slowly, scared on what I would see. I peeked my eyes open and saw a faint brown shadow covering my whole cheek. I was lost for words when Zayn turned and stared at his own reflection. I couldn't complete with him. His whole stomach was black, blue and purple. While his face had two black eyes from Niall's punch.

"Well don't I look wonderful?" He said sarcastically and turned toward me. "Still look attractive?" He asked crakcing a smile and I laughed nodding my head.

"Well what are we supposed to say to the fans when they see us tonight?" I asked opening the door and walking Zayn to his bedroom to grab a new shirt.

"Good question, should we ask Paul?" He pulled the shirt over his head and I nodded as we started walking toward the living room. I realized that someone had cleaned up the blood trail from Zayn. As we reached the kitchen to leave the room, I saw Harry in the kitchen looking in the cabinets.

"Paisley, wait up!" Harry yelled after us and I just kept walking faster down the hallway towards Paul's room. I realized that Zayn wasn't by me anymore and I sighed walking over to him and Harry.

"What?" I growled, glaring up at him and he stared back at me with puppy dog eyes.

"I'm coming with you guys. You have no say in it," He said and started walking grabbing my arm and tugging me down the hallway.

"I can walk on my own," I huffed trying to tug my arm from his grip.

"Yeah I know," He said sliding in a room key to Paul's room and held open the door for me to walk in so I did. How did he get a key?

"Why did Pa-" I was cut off by the slam of a door and I heard something locking in the door. I turned around and saw the door was now shut.

Fuming, I ran over toward the door and tried shaking the knob but it wouldn't budge. What was wrong with this door?!

"HARRY OPEN UP THE DOOR NOW! THIS ISNT FUNNY!" I screamed jiggling the door handle as their footsteps faded away. Was this some sort of joke? I thought Zayn was on my side?!

"It's not going to open, I've already tried it." I heard a voice call out from the living room and slowly turned around to see Niall standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest, looking pissed. I leaned against the door way, trying to back away but I couldn't go anywhere.

What was going on? Why am I locking in a room with Niall? God, help me now.

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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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