Mistake {Niall Horan AU Fanfic}
Chapter 4
NIALL’S P.O.V.
When I got home last night, my brother, Greg was passed out on the couch. I had been looking for him all night, but decided to ask him about it in the morning.
Now, it’s morning and he’s still sleeping. I contemplate waking him up, but decide to give him a little more time. I make myself some eggs and toast in the tiny kitchen, trying to as quiet as possible. I sit on the chair next to the couch and start to eat. I look down and notice a pile of chips that obviously fell out of the bag Greg was eating from. My best guess is that he got high, came home, ate a shit ton of food, and passed out.
I, on the other hand, actually had a really good time. Louis’ a lot of fun to hang out with, especially for a posh kid. He doesn’t act like the rest of them. Jessica is great, too. She kind of balances Louis out when he gets a bit too wild. For me, too wild is pretty wild. She just calms him down before he gets out of hand. I’ve been around him when she’s not there and... he gets out of hand. Last time we were at a party together, he broke a door for no apparent reason. Still, no matter how much I like spending time with Louis and Jessica, the highlight of last night was meeting Hannah.
She’s stunning. I can tell that she doesn’t spend hours in front of the mirror to get ready. She’s confident, but not cocky. She doesn’t care to stand out. Sure, she gave in and smoked, but really no one pressured her to. It was her idea. Now, I’m not just attracted to a girl if she smokes. I actually don’t like it at all. But, if she hadn’t smoked, I wouldn’t have kissed her.
It didn’t have to be a kiss either. Most of the time, when I shotgun someone, our lips simply seal the passage. With Hannah, though, there was so much more. She kissed me and I felt something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. There was a connection and I wanted to kiss her again. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that after only a kiss. Hell, I’ve had sex with girls and never wanted to see them again. I know that sounds bad, but that’s the truth, whether it makes me an asshole or not. Hannah is just... different. I really want to see her again.
“Mornin’”
Greg rolls over to face me and stretches his arms, closing his eyes again.
“More like afternoon. Bro, get up. You’ve been sleeping forever.”
I throw a pillow at him and he finally sits up, looking grumpy as ever.
“Where were you last night? I looked for you forever at the show.”
He sighs and buries his face in his hands instead of answering me.
“Greg, where is Allison?”
I just noticed that she’s not here.
“I don’t know, Ni. She just... left.”
Allison left? Why would she leave? I know her and Greg have had some issues, but where is she going to go? She doesn’t really know anyone in America. We moved here right after her and Greg got married and she hasn’t really made any friends. I didn’t think she had at least. I don’t talk to her that much.
“How come?”
“I fucked up. Badly.”
“Greg...”
“That’s where I was last night. I... I met someone a few weeks back at a bar when Allison and me got into a fight. I got drunk and
well, you can guess the rest.”
I remember that night. I was here when he went out. I wait for him to continue, because he hasn’t explained exactly why Allison left.
“We ran into her last night. She didn’t know I was married. She probably wouldn’t have slept with me if she did. I’m such a
dumbass. Allison ran off and I chased her here. She just packed some of her things and left.”
I don’t really know what to say. I’m awkward when it comes to this shit. I’m not a feelings person. I’m just not made that way.
Besides, I haven’t been the best advocate for their marriage recently.
“I’m sure she’ll come back.”
“That’s the thing; I don’t want her to.”
Now, he’s just being an asshole. Him and Allison were so in love before we ran off to America. If we were still in Ireland, they
would be happy. That night a few weeks ago wouldn’t have happened if we were still in Ireland. None of us would have made the mistakes we did that night if we didn’t come to America.
“Where do you think she went?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure she’ll go back home.”
“Greg, I don’t mean to get involved in your business, but you don’t even seem to care.”
“I don’t know. I thought I did last night, but I kind of just feel... free.”
“Really, mate? Your wife is out there in New York City which, might I remind you is still pretty new to her, and you’re taking this time to enjoy your freedom?”
“Niall, she can handle herself, trust me. We’ve been going downhill for a while. She’ll go home and it’ll be better that way. She doesn’t want to be with me anyway.”
I just imagine Allison off by herself, trying to find her way to the airport or something and my hands tighten into fists.
“Have you even tried calling her?”
“Yeah, she didn’t answer.”
“So, you called once and didn’t leave a message?”
“I texted her too! She doesn’t wanna talk to me!”
I take a deep breath as I stand and turn toward the door before I do something I’ll regret. I don’t have any right to be angry with Greg. I’m really not mad that he cheated on her; I’m mad that he doesn’t care where she is. I’m really upset about that. I pat my pocket and make sure my phone is on me, grab my backpack and jacket from the door, and put my shoes on.
“Ni, where are ya goin?”
“I’m gonna try to find her! Just stay here and be the worthless piece of shit that you are!”
I open the door and rush out, slamming it behind me. I pull my phone out and start to call Allison.
Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Allie! Are you alright? Where are you?”
“Niall, I’m fine. You’re not with Greg are you?”
“No, I just left when he told me what happened. I’m so sorry; my brother’s such an idiot.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I was looking for a reason to leave.”
I pace the sidewalk outside of our building, wondering where I was going to go. I want to find her to make sure she’s alright.
“Allison, where are you?”
“Niall, don’t come find me.”
“I just wanna make sure you’re alright!”
Why doesn’t she want me to find her?
“I am; Just trust me.”
“Allie, this isn’t about-“
“Niall, he doesn’t know about that, does he?”
“No! God, no. I wouldn’t tell him about that. I just don’t want you to push me away because of one stupid night.”
“It’s not that, I promise. Just don’t let him find out. He’ll never forgive you. I don’t give a shit what he thinks of me, but I’d hate
myself if I came between you two.”
She’s really too good of a person. She puts everyone in front of herself. I still hate myself for fucking her that night. I have one rule: I don’t sleep with anyone I really care about. Allison is the only woman who even fits in that category and I messed it all up. She was just so sad.
“I just want to know where you are. I won’t feel like you’re safe ’til I know.”
“Niall, I-I’m going home.”
“Home? Are you sure?”
Maybe that is what’s best for her. Maybe Greg is right for once.
“Yeah, I’m already at the airport. I leave in like thirty minutes.”
Why do I feel sad?
“You could have at least said goodbye.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Niall. Please don’t blame yourself for all of this. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Yes, I did. No matter what Greg did, I shouldn’t have slept with his wife.
“I-I’m sorry, Allison. I’m really sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I promise. Good luck with school and keep in touch, alright? This isn’t goodbye forever.”
It sure as hell feels like it.
“Have a safe flight, Allie. Be careful.”
We say brief goodbyes and I hold my phone in my hand, shock consuming my face. Allison was one of two people in this country that I cared about. Now, I have an arse of a brother and a few acquaintances. Well, clients really. I can’t even really count many of them as peers.
I start to walk toward the bridge, just wanting to get away from the apartment in case Greg saw me. Halfway there, my phone
starts to ring again.
“Hey, Louis.”
“Hey, Niall! Ya got any bud for me?”
I actually do. I grabbed my backpack out of habit before I left.
“Actually, yeah. Can we hang out or something? I needed to get out of the house and I don’t really have anywhere to go.”
“Dude, take a cab out here and I’ll pay for it. It would be sick if you brought it all the way over here. Jessica’s parents are out of
town so you should come chill with us.”
I almost say no, but I really don’t have anywhere else to go.
“I don’t want to impose on you guys’ alone time.”
“No, way. Hannah’s coming over.”
Hannah.
“Uh, text me the address. I’ll be there in like an hour.”
He chuckles excitedly.
“Sure thing! Can’t wait.”
I hang up and hail a cab immediately. A yellow car pulls up and slows to a stop. I climb into the back seat and lean forward to
talk to the driver.
“Just start heading toward Old Westbury. I’ll have the address soon.”
_________
The drive was boring and I mainly just thought about Allison, hoping she’s okay. In the long run, I am glad she’s going back to Ireland. It just sucks at the same time. When the car drives past a sign marking the entrance to Old Westbury, my eyes go wide. The brick roads are lined with huge Maple trees and enormous mansions.
“We’re about two minutes away from that address.”
“Yeah, thanks mate.”
The driver pulls into a long driveway, leading to an oversized grey stone house, three cars sitting outside. One car I recognize as Louis’. He doesn’t drive it into the city very often, but I’ve seen it once or twice when his parents didn’t make the chauffeur take him.
“Here ya go. That’ll be 72 dollars.”
I reach into my backpack, pulling out a roll of cash and taking a hundred dollars out. I half expect the guy to be shocked by the
wad of cash I carry on me, but then I remember he drives a taxi in New York City.
“Keep the change. Thanks for taking me all the way out here.”
“Yep. Have a good day!”
I don’t really know what to do when I step out of the cab. Do I knock on the door? Where is the door? I decide to call Louis instead.
“Are you close?”
“Uhh, I’m here. I think.”
I look up at the large house and see a window open. I thought it was a window, at least. Apparently, its a door. Louis is standing
there, waving like an idiot. I hang up the phone and make my way up the many steps to meet him.
“Good grief. Are all the houses here this ginormous?”
“Pretty much, yes. Come on in!”
I walk shyly through the door and enter into a room covered in mahogany. The darkness in the front room is overwhelming. Jessica appears at the top of the stairs and bounces down them excitedly in a bikini and cover-up.
“Niall! You made it!”
She runs into my arms and hugs me before moving to stand next to Louis, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Hannah is gonna be so surprised to see you!”
“Wait, she doesn’t know I’m here?”
I drop my backpack on the floor and take my shoes off as she responds.
“No, but... she’ll be thrilled! I promise!”
I roll my eyes and bend down to get stuff out of my bag.
“So, how much did you want, Lou?”
He sits on the floor by my bag and rubs his hands together giddily.
“Umm, maybe an ounce?”
“Alright, you might clear me out, but I already made my rounds.”
I don’t even have to tell Louis how much I charge. He pulls out his wallet and takes out six one hundred dollar bills.
“Lou, it’s only 400 bucks!”
“Just take it. I said I’d pay your cab fare, too. Plus, you came all the way out here.”
Because I wanted to, surprisingly. I can tell he won’t let me argue with him, so I take the money and hand him a decent sized
bag.
“Fine. Thank you.”
“No, thank YOU!”
I grin and Jessica jumps up, pointing to the back of the house.
“Let’s go swimming! Hannah won’t be here for another couple hours or so.”
I reluctantly follow them toward the pool, all the while hoping Hannah gets here sooner rather than later.
Then, I start to wonder why I can’t stop thinking about her.
When I got home last night, my brother, Greg was passed out on the couch. I had been looking for him all night, but decided to ask him about it in the morning.
Now, it’s morning and he’s still sleeping. I contemplate waking him up, but decide to give him a little more time. I make myself some eggs and toast in the tiny kitchen, trying to as quiet as possible. I sit on the chair next to the couch and start to eat. I look down and notice a pile of chips that obviously fell out of the bag Greg was eating from. My best guess is that he got high, came home, ate a shit ton of food, and passed out.
I, on the other hand, actually had a really good time. Louis’ a lot of fun to hang out with, especially for a posh kid. He doesn’t act like the rest of them. Jessica is great, too. She kind of balances Louis out when he gets a bit too wild. For me, too wild is pretty wild. She just calms him down before he gets out of hand. I’ve been around him when she’s not there and... he gets out of hand. Last time we were at a party together, he broke a door for no apparent reason. Still, no matter how much I like spending time with Louis and Jessica, the highlight of last night was meeting Hannah.
She’s stunning. I can tell that she doesn’t spend hours in front of the mirror to get ready. She’s confident, but not cocky. She doesn’t care to stand out. Sure, she gave in and smoked, but really no one pressured her to. It was her idea. Now, I’m not just attracted to a girl if she smokes. I actually don’t like it at all. But, if she hadn’t smoked, I wouldn’t have kissed her.
It didn’t have to be a kiss either. Most of the time, when I shotgun someone, our lips simply seal the passage. With Hannah, though, there was so much more. She kissed me and I felt something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. There was a connection and I wanted to kiss her again. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that after only a kiss. Hell, I’ve had sex with girls and never wanted to see them again. I know that sounds bad, but that’s the truth, whether it makes me an asshole or not. Hannah is just... different. I really want to see her again.
“Mornin’”
Greg rolls over to face me and stretches his arms, closing his eyes again.
“More like afternoon. Bro, get up. You’ve been sleeping forever.”
I throw a pillow at him and he finally sits up, looking grumpy as ever.
“Where were you last night? I looked for you forever at the show.”
He sighs and buries his face in his hands instead of answering me.
“Greg, where is Allison?”
I just noticed that she’s not here.
“I don’t know, Ni. She just... left.”
Allison left? Why would she leave? I know her and Greg have had some issues, but where is she going to go? She doesn’t really know anyone in America. We moved here right after her and Greg got married and she hasn’t really made any friends. I didn’t think she had at least. I don’t talk to her that much.
“How come?”
“I fucked up. Badly.”
“Greg...”
“That’s where I was last night. I... I met someone a few weeks back at a bar when Allison and me got into a fight. I got drunk and
well, you can guess the rest.”
I remember that night. I was here when he went out. I wait for him to continue, because he hasn’t explained exactly why Allison left.
“We ran into her last night. She didn’t know I was married. She probably wouldn’t have slept with me if she did. I’m such a
dumbass. Allison ran off and I chased her here. She just packed some of her things and left.”
I don’t really know what to say. I’m awkward when it comes to this shit. I’m not a feelings person. I’m just not made that way.
Besides, I haven’t been the best advocate for their marriage recently.
“I’m sure she’ll come back.”
“That’s the thing; I don’t want her to.”
Now, he’s just being an asshole. Him and Allison were so in love before we ran off to America. If we were still in Ireland, they
would be happy. That night a few weeks ago wouldn’t have happened if we were still in Ireland. None of us would have made the mistakes we did that night if we didn’t come to America.
“Where do you think she went?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure she’ll go back home.”
“Greg, I don’t mean to get involved in your business, but you don’t even seem to care.”
“I don’t know. I thought I did last night, but I kind of just feel... free.”
“Really, mate? Your wife is out there in New York City which, might I remind you is still pretty new to her, and you’re taking this time to enjoy your freedom?”
“Niall, she can handle herself, trust me. We’ve been going downhill for a while. She’ll go home and it’ll be better that way. She doesn’t want to be with me anyway.”
I just imagine Allison off by herself, trying to find her way to the airport or something and my hands tighten into fists.
“Have you even tried calling her?”
“Yeah, she didn’t answer.”
“So, you called once and didn’t leave a message?”
“I texted her too! She doesn’t wanna talk to me!”
I take a deep breath as I stand and turn toward the door before I do something I’ll regret. I don’t have any right to be angry with Greg. I’m really not mad that he cheated on her; I’m mad that he doesn’t care where she is. I’m really upset about that. I pat my pocket and make sure my phone is on me, grab my backpack and jacket from the door, and put my shoes on.
“Ni, where are ya goin?”
“I’m gonna try to find her! Just stay here and be the worthless piece of shit that you are!”
I open the door and rush out, slamming it behind me. I pull my phone out and start to call Allison.
Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Allie! Are you alright? Where are you?”
“Niall, I’m fine. You’re not with Greg are you?”
“No, I just left when he told me what happened. I’m so sorry; my brother’s such an idiot.”
“Hey, it’s fine. I was looking for a reason to leave.”
I pace the sidewalk outside of our building, wondering where I was going to go. I want to find her to make sure she’s alright.
“Allison, where are you?”
“Niall, don’t come find me.”
“I just wanna make sure you’re alright!”
Why doesn’t she want me to find her?
“I am; Just trust me.”
“Allie, this isn’t about-“
“Niall, he doesn’t know about that, does he?”
“No! God, no. I wouldn’t tell him about that. I just don’t want you to push me away because of one stupid night.”
“It’s not that, I promise. Just don’t let him find out. He’ll never forgive you. I don’t give a shit what he thinks of me, but I’d hate
myself if I came between you two.”
She’s really too good of a person. She puts everyone in front of herself. I still hate myself for fucking her that night. I have one rule: I don’t sleep with anyone I really care about. Allison is the only woman who even fits in that category and I messed it all up. She was just so sad.
“I just want to know where you are. I won’t feel like you’re safe ’til I know.”
“Niall, I-I’m going home.”
“Home? Are you sure?”
Maybe that is what’s best for her. Maybe Greg is right for once.
“Yeah, I’m already at the airport. I leave in like thirty minutes.”
Why do I feel sad?
“You could have at least said goodbye.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Niall. Please don’t blame yourself for all of this. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Yes, I did. No matter what Greg did, I shouldn’t have slept with his wife.
“I-I’m sorry, Allison. I’m really sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I promise. Good luck with school and keep in touch, alright? This isn’t goodbye forever.”
It sure as hell feels like it.
“Have a safe flight, Allie. Be careful.”
We say brief goodbyes and I hold my phone in my hand, shock consuming my face. Allison was one of two people in this country that I cared about. Now, I have an arse of a brother and a few acquaintances. Well, clients really. I can’t even really count many of them as peers.
I start to walk toward the bridge, just wanting to get away from the apartment in case Greg saw me. Halfway there, my phone
starts to ring again.
“Hey, Louis.”
“Hey, Niall! Ya got any bud for me?”
I actually do. I grabbed my backpack out of habit before I left.
“Actually, yeah. Can we hang out or something? I needed to get out of the house and I don’t really have anywhere to go.”
“Dude, take a cab out here and I’ll pay for it. It would be sick if you brought it all the way over here. Jessica’s parents are out of
town so you should come chill with us.”
I almost say no, but I really don’t have anywhere else to go.
“I don’t want to impose on you guys’ alone time.”
“No, way. Hannah’s coming over.”
Hannah.
“Uh, text me the address. I’ll be there in like an hour.”
He chuckles excitedly.
“Sure thing! Can’t wait.”
I hang up and hail a cab immediately. A yellow car pulls up and slows to a stop. I climb into the back seat and lean forward to
talk to the driver.
“Just start heading toward Old Westbury. I’ll have the address soon.”
_________
The drive was boring and I mainly just thought about Allison, hoping she’s okay. In the long run, I am glad she’s going back to Ireland. It just sucks at the same time. When the car drives past a sign marking the entrance to Old Westbury, my eyes go wide. The brick roads are lined with huge Maple trees and enormous mansions.
“We’re about two minutes away from that address.”
“Yeah, thanks mate.”
The driver pulls into a long driveway, leading to an oversized grey stone house, three cars sitting outside. One car I recognize as Louis’. He doesn’t drive it into the city very often, but I’ve seen it once or twice when his parents didn’t make the chauffeur take him.
“Here ya go. That’ll be 72 dollars.”
I reach into my backpack, pulling out a roll of cash and taking a hundred dollars out. I half expect the guy to be shocked by the
wad of cash I carry on me, but then I remember he drives a taxi in New York City.
“Keep the change. Thanks for taking me all the way out here.”
“Yep. Have a good day!”
I don’t really know what to do when I step out of the cab. Do I knock on the door? Where is the door? I decide to call Louis instead.
“Are you close?”
“Uhh, I’m here. I think.”
I look up at the large house and see a window open. I thought it was a window, at least. Apparently, its a door. Louis is standing
there, waving like an idiot. I hang up the phone and make my way up the many steps to meet him.
“Good grief. Are all the houses here this ginormous?”
“Pretty much, yes. Come on in!”
I walk shyly through the door and enter into a room covered in mahogany. The darkness in the front room is overwhelming. Jessica appears at the top of the stairs and bounces down them excitedly in a bikini and cover-up.
“Niall! You made it!”
She runs into my arms and hugs me before moving to stand next to Louis, wrapping her arm around his waist.
“Hannah is gonna be so surprised to see you!”
“Wait, she doesn’t know I’m here?”
I drop my backpack on the floor and take my shoes off as she responds.
“No, but... she’ll be thrilled! I promise!”
I roll my eyes and bend down to get stuff out of my bag.
“So, how much did you want, Lou?”
He sits on the floor by my bag and rubs his hands together giddily.
“Umm, maybe an ounce?”
“Alright, you might clear me out, but I already made my rounds.”
I don’t even have to tell Louis how much I charge. He pulls out his wallet and takes out six one hundred dollar bills.
“Lou, it’s only 400 bucks!”
“Just take it. I said I’d pay your cab fare, too. Plus, you came all the way out here.”
Because I wanted to, surprisingly. I can tell he won’t let me argue with him, so I take the money and hand him a decent sized
bag.
“Fine. Thank you.”
“No, thank YOU!”
I grin and Jessica jumps up, pointing to the back of the house.
“Let’s go swimming! Hannah won’t be here for another couple hours or so.”
I reluctantly follow them toward the pool, all the while hoping Hannah gets here sooner rather than later.
Then, I start to wonder why I can’t stop thinking about her.
Notes
Helloooo! SO, I hope you don't hate me for continuing and revealing Harry's secret yet ;) Next chapter, I PROMISE! <3 Let me know what you think!Was Niall wrong by sleeping with Allison? Does he even have a right to be mad at his brother for being inconsiderate? COMMENT BELOW :D
Thanks for reading and for your wonderful comments ;)
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Well I love the story...I think it's just fine, but I can't speak for everyone else :D
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