Niall Horan my prince charming - Vero M. (find a book to read .TXT) 📗

 “Let me help you.” Niall says and jumps out of the car. He runs to your door and opens it. “I’m alright, Niall. I just hit my head. It’s nothing serious.” You moan. He takes your hand and ignores everything you said.

“I talked to the headmaster of your school.” He says and helps you to take off your hat and scarf. “And?” you ask. “She said you could be at home as long as you need. The teachers send you your homework through the Internet and you can do them at home.” He says and helps you to take off your coat. “Thank you.” You say. He takes your hands and smiles. “I love you.” You say. You pull him into hug. He strokes your back and you feel so safe. He’s here with you. He’s here and you know that nothing bad will happen.

“Niall, please. I don’t want to go to bed!” you moan. “Stop arguing. You’re going. The doctor said you need a lot of care and love and you have to rest.” He says. “No!” you almost shout. He comes to you and looks at you angrily. “Now, young lady, or you will be grounded.” He says and bursts into laugh. You smile and shake your head. He takes you suddenly in his arms and carries you to your bedroom. He puts you in the bed and wraps a blanket tightly around you. He gives you your favourite book and smiles. “I’ll cook something for dinner, but please, stay here.” He whispers. You roll your eyes and nod. He smiles brightly and kisses you slightly. He’s about to leave when he turns around and runs to you. He pulls you gently into kiss and you both smile mid-kiss. “Go and make a dinner, lazy!” you say and smack his bum. He looks at you mischievously and tickles you. “Stop!” you scream. He kisses you again and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I love you.” He whispers. “I’m hungry.” You say. “You don’t say it back?” he asks. “What?” you giggle. “Say it!” he insists. “Now.” He laughs. “I love you, Niall.” You say. He smiles and pulls you into kiss again.

“(Y/N)?” you hear him shouting. “Yes?” you ask. “Do you have a pan or something?” he asks. “Look into the oven, Niall!” you shout. “Oh, found it!” he yells. You hear him clattering with the pots. Then something falls on the floor. You smile and stand up. You open the door. “Fuck, you fucking pot! I don’t want you anyway. I’m using this pan!” he hisses angrily. You go to the kitchen and look at the mess. You smile when you see him – his face is covered with flour and he’s wearing your pink apron with yellow chickens on it. “(Y/N)!” he gasps when he sees you. “You should be in bed!” he moans and comes to you. “Do you need help?” you giggle and look at the table full of pots, pans, bowls and dishes. “No! No! I can do it.” He smiles and rubs his cheek. “Go to bed.” He whispers and kisses your nose. You smile and nod. “Well, okay.” You say and go back to your bedroom.

You continue reading the book. Soon your bedroom door is quietly opened and Niall comes in. He has two mugs in his hands. You make him a little bit room and he sits next to you. He gives you your mug – he has made hot chocolate and put marshmallows in it. “Awh, Niall. Thank you.” You say. He wraps his arm around you and you drink your chocolate in silence. “I have to change the bandage.” He whispers and looks at the clock. You put your head on his shoulder and smile. You have the most caring boyfriend in the world. When you have drunk your chocolate, he takes your mug and puts it on the cupboard. He takes the bag he got from the hospital. He puts all the things on your bed and you look at him. One of his eyebrows is funnily crooked – he is so serious about it. He removes the old bandage. He cleans gently the wound. “Does it hurt when I clean it?” he asks. “No.” you whisper. He nods and takes new bandage. He puts it on your wound and then looks at you. “Everything okay?” he asks. “Yes, thank you.” You say and he smiles. “Good.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. He takes the mugs and goes to the kitchen again.

You continue reading, but soon you hear a knock at the door. “What are you doing here?” you hear Niall’s voice. “I have to talk to you.” You hear a man’s voice. “I said that I’m not coming back. Not yet. (Y/N) is the most important one.” Niall whispers. “Please leave. She may hear you.” Niall insists. “Okay, then I have to talk to her. I’m sure she doesn’t want you to sacrifice everything for her.” The man says. You stand up and go to the lobby. “(Y/N)!” Niall shouts and runs to you. “Go back to bed.” He whispers and takes your hands. You look at the man and frown. You have never seen him, but his voice is so familiar. “What’s going on?” you ask and look at Niall. “Go, please.” He says. “Hello. I’m Jared. Manager of One Direction.” He says and stretches out his hand. Niall wraps his arms around you and you look at him. He’s angrily staring at the ground. “Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N).” you say and shake the man’s hand. “Can we talk?” he asks. “No! Leave. You’re not welcome here.” Niall says and tries to push him. “No, wait. Niall!” you say and take his hand. “He wants to talk to me.” You whisper. “It’s okay.” You say and look at the man. “Come to the kit- um, living room?” you say.

You sit on the sofa. Niall is sitting next to you – he has wrapped his hand tightly around you and he’s nervous as hell. He’s biting his nails and shaking his legs. You look at him and frown. Jared is sitting right in front of you. He observes Niall’s every move. “Would you like some tea?” you ask. “No, thank you. I visited you in the hospital. I don’t know if you remember.” He says. “I’m sorry? What?” you ask. “Well, I was talking to Niall. Did you know that he is planning to leave the band?” he asks. You look at Niall. He stares at the ground and squeezes you. “No, I didn’t.” you whisper. “He wants to leave because he thinks that being on tours is hurting your feelings. Also, the incidence that took place when he was away… it just hit him I guess? So he told me that he doesn’t want to be away from home at the moment. Because of you.” He explains. “It’s not like that! I miss her. I can’t be without her. And I don’t want her to be hurt because of my work.” He says. “(Y/N), the whole Europe tour has been cancelled thanks to you. Other boys are here in London waiting for him.” He says and points at Niall. “Don’t blame her like that!” Niall shouts and stands up. You take his hand and pull him back next to you. “What?” you whisper. Jared nods sadly. “Bullshit.” Niall hisses. You look at Niall. He’s so angry. You have no idea what to say. He just can’t throw his career away like this. It’s ridiculous and insane. “Well, thank you. We will discuss it.” You whisper and stand up. Jared smiles slightly and you show him his way out. When you come back to the living room, you see Niall angrily staring at the carpet.

“Well, explain.” You whisper. “You should have a rest. You should be in bed, not listening to him.” He says. You take his hand and go to your bedroom. You go into the bed and he cuddles up next to you. “So?” you look at him. He breathes deeply and looks at you. “I just want to be with you. And yes, I wanted to leave.” He whispers. “But you can’t. It’s your life and I don’t want you to lose it because of me.” You say. “Do you realize that if I tell them that everything is fine and I’m coming back, we will go on tour again?” he whispers. “But I can’t leave you alone!” he mumbles. “I will be fine. You have to go back. I won’t let you do this. It’s your dream. It’s your life. It’s the thing you have fought for and I’m not letting you end it. It’s ridiculous.” You say. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the ceiling. “You’re probably right. I will think something out.” He says and stands up. He strokes your hair and smiles slightly. “But you have to know that I love you more than anything in this world.” He whispers. “I know that, Niall. I know.”

“I want you to come with me.” He says while you’re eating your breakfast. “Where?” you ask and look at him. “On tour. Come with me. Please.” He whispers. You don’t know what to say. Would you want to go with him? Is it even possible?

“Come with you? On tour? Niall, I-“ you try to say, but he cuts you off. He takes your hand and kisses it slightly. “It will be fun. And that’s the only way I can keep an eye on you and I also don’t have to leave the band.” He explains.

This guy is mad. He wants to leave the band just because some kind of psycho just freaked out and went mad. You smile – Niall truly is your Prince Charming. No one has ever cared about you this much. This feeling is just unbelievable and… it’s good. It’s really good to be loved. Someone loves you so much that he’s ready to leave his whole career, just for you. He observes your face and his eyebrow is funnily crooked again.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. “Niall, I can’t come with you.” You say. “Why not, (Y/N)?” he asks.

You look at him. How can you go? You don’t want to bother him, he has his work to do. “Please. I would feel so much better if you’re with me. You can come home whenever you want.” He whispers and squeezes your hand. You smile.

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” You say. He smiles brightly and pulls you into kiss. “Thank you.” He whispers. “I should thank you!” you giggle. “Can you imagine us together in Europe?” You ask. He nods and continues eating his granola. “I’ve thought about it the whole morning.” He mutters. “We’re going to