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WE 'LL DO IT TONIGHT?!?!?!

What!?

This can't be true.

No.

Suddenly the door swung open and Niall faced me.

I threw Zayn's phone away ... Still shocked but I was still there ... In 'real life'...

Enough to run out of the door, leaving him and the boys alone, while the tears were streaming down my face.

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I didn't even know I could run that fast and cry that much.

Why did I cry?

Maybe ... because I thought it would be ... Something special between me and Niall?!

Your turn Grace:

Stupid me.

Kathchingggggg. (?!)

I mean ... I bet I was just another funny toy for that night. His toy.

No... I'm not a slut.

Never NIALL FUCKING FAMOUS HORAN.

Why didn't he just bought himslelf a whore that night?!

Why me?

I was crying that much that I didn't even realized it was raining.

Perfect.

Like in all those love-story's where the girls are running along the streets, mascara all over their faces because of the tears. And although there's still a 'happy end' like always.

I guess I didn't have that luck.

And never will.

No there wont be an happy end for me.

By the way... I was still running.

I turned around only to look back again.

I saw him... Running fast...

Niall was chasing me.

How DARE could he?!

I was angry,

Dissappointed,

Mad,

And...

Hurted.

Yep. I was. I could feel it right in my chest.

Ow.

But... anyways...Did I ever run that much?!

No. Definately NOT.

But it surprised me that I wasn't even exhausted.

I was stronger than ever before.

I turned around for one more time to see Niall coming closer...

....

Shit.

Niall's POV:

Shit. Shit. Shitty Shit, Shit.

Grace was running away from me.

I ran as fast as I could but she didn't even seemed to stop.

She could run really fast.

I didn't even know what was going on 'til I saw the text message I sent Zayn on his phone. It had to be the message...

But actually I didn't send him something wrong.

Nothing what could probably hurt her.

No...

It was his phone.

Zayn's phones fault.

Dang it.

Grace seemed to slow down a bit.

Thank god me and the boys were doing gym like twice a week, for 5 hours a day.

"GRACE WAIT!"

"STOP GRACE!"

"STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!"

I shouted and increased my running.

I was almost next to her as I grabbed her arm.

Suddenly she fell to the ground, breathing fast.

Her cheeks were pink and her eyes sparkling red.

I felt so sorry for her...

Grace POV:

Now I was laying on the ground.

Nice.

Niall looked at me confused and worried.

"W-why are you crying?" He asked me.

Should I even answer him?

He wouldn't deserve it.

I was thinking for a while but then the words came out of my mouth.

"HOW DARE YOU TEXT ZAYN ABOUT US!! SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER EVER HAPPEN!-"

I paused to catch my breath...

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT... BUT YOU AREN'T"

Yes Grace... Sassy mood.

"Wait! What?" He frowned.

This little dumb ass.

I stood up walking away. The tears were falling even more down my cheeks.

"Grace... What are you talking about?"

I took a deep breath and answered him... Turning around.

"You. Were. Texting. Zayn. That. We. Are. Going. To. Have. Sex. Tonight."

I answered through gritted teeth.

Oops.

But why oops!?

He deserved it. Yep.

"What?? NO!" He shouted after me as I continued walking.

"Shut. Up."

" Grace! Listen. I've never texted this to Zayn!"

"Oh.... Noooooo you didn't send Zayn something like '... WE will do it TONIGHT'" I sassed.

"What?-"

Man he seemed to like that word.

"- No! I was talking about the concert. Trust me I'd never say something like this..."

So he didn't?

Oh....

Should I believe him...?

"I'd never ever do this... Why would I wanna hurt you? Thats the point ... Cause I don't want to hurt... S-uch a beau- .... -eh girl like you..." He explained.

He was kinda cute when he was saying 'sorry'.

The last two days came back into my mind. I repeated every single second... And somehow I knew he wouldn't lie to me.

I kind of...trust him.

I wiped my tears away and suddenly as I brushed over my cheeks the evening in Claire's house came in the front of my mind.

It started to hurt were my fingers were touching my skin.

I'd never forget Damians large hand.

I coudln't believe that Niall was just standing there and Damian left without a fight.

"Niall ?-" I whispered...

"Y-You really didn't hurted Damian?"

I was thinking about the body which fell to the ground next to me.

I barely remembered it because it was seconds before I passed out.

"Eh..."

"Tell me..." I pleaded.

"Only if you forgive me!" He said.

I sighed.

Well...

"Ok I'll forgive you... Now?"

He took a deep breath, staring to his feet.

"No... I kind - eh kind of taught him how it is to ...

feel th- ... Feel the pain."