Take Me Home

"Back off Tara," Niall snapped as Tara stormed over to Lauren and stopped inches in front of her face. Lauren avoided the confrontation by taking three huge steps back. Tara followed her into the room and began grabbing at Lauren's clothes. "Why the hell are you wearing my clothes?!" she screamed.
"H-h-harry said I could," Lauren stuttered.
Tara threw her head back in annoyance and groaned.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but last time I checked, Harry wasn't me! And he had no right giving permission for you to wear my clothes!" Tara yelled, her face was flushed.
"D-d-do you want me to take them off?" Lauren asked. Tara flashed a patronising expression at Lauren.
"Err, yeah I do genius," she said.
"Don't get changed Lauren," Niall said.

Tara spun around to face him. "What the hell do you think you're doing Niall?" she demanded.
"Excuse me?" he scoffed.
"Why are you contradicting me in front of her?" Tara challenged.
"Because you're being a bitch. What harm is she doing wearing some old clothes for a day?" Niall asked.

Tara's mouth opened and closed as she struggled to think of answer. "Exactly," Niall said and moved her out Lauren's way. "Come downstairs, I made some breakfast for you."
Lauren smiled and walked past Tara, who was still fuming.
She followed Niall downstairs and into the kitchen. Lauren gasped when she saw the amazing, modern and just simply gorgeous kitchen before her.

It was huge the first thing she saw were two large fridges and three freezers all lined up along the wall closest to her. They were filled with various foods, there was enough to feed an army. All the kitchen units were ultra modern white high gloss. The work tops were filled with state of the art coffee machines, microwaves, frying pans, knifes and various kitchen appliances.

In the centre of this dazzling room was an island counter with twenty chairs surrounding it. Niall pulled out and one of the chairs and motioned for Lauren to sit on it. She did and a plateful of scrambled eggs on toast was placed in front of her. "Thanks Niall," she said and picked up her fork and knife, which had been neatly placed on a napkin beside her.

As Lauren ate her breakfast Niall was in the fridge eating leftover chicken. He walked over to her and sat down on the chair beside her. "Why did those girls attack you?" he asked, his facial expression was serious and concerned. Lauren gulped down her mouthful of food and faced him.
"Known her since beginning of secondary school, she took a dislike to me and bullied me mercilessly until I was sixteen. I left college a few months ago when I found she was there so I decided to take a gap year. They found out I was going to your concert on Facebook and waited for their chance," Lauren sighed,

"Why would they do that?" he asked, his eyes were wide as he took it all in.
"They enjoy it, it's their idea of fun," she replied.
Niall put his arm around her. "I'll make sure they never touch you again," he said.
Lauren smiled and leant into his arm. "How?" she asked.

"You'll stay here with me," he replied. Lauren felt her stomach leap.
"B-but nobody wants me here, they want me to be gone right now," she said.
"Ignore them cause you're staying right here," Niall said and smiled.

"Like hell she is," Mila yelled as she entered the kitchen.

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