Scarlett's POV
We are sitting watching Insidious Chapter 2, when my phone starts to vibrate. I look down to see it's Niall and a smile grows on my face.
"Uggghhhhhh!I told you to turn your phone off Lettie! Who is it anyway?" Harlow whines, her mouth full of cookie.
"I did turn it off, I must of turned it back on my mistake." I say. "Anyway, It's Niall. Be back in a tick!". I clumsily clamber out of my sleeping bag and walk into the living room, leaving the girls to watch the film. I slide the answer button across and place the phone up to my ear.
"Hi baby," I say, propping myself up onto the kitchen counter.
"Where the hell are you?!" he shouts down the phone.
"I'm at Valentine's house for a sleepover, why? Is something wrong??" I ask, worried that something may have happened.
"Yeah something is wrong!!!!!!! We are meant to be going back to Mullingar tomorrow and you're at a sleepover" he angrily yells at me. I face palm just realising that we were going back to Ireland for his Mum's birthday.
"Shit!" I mutter. "I'll be back in 20-". He cuts me off.
"No! I'll come to collect you! God knows how many drinks you've had" he says. I scoff
"You've got some nerve boy! What do you take me for, eh? An alcoholic or something?" I bite back.
"Babe-" he starts but I instantly cut him off.
"I'll see you in a bit". I hang up and slam the phone down on the counter. I feel a warm arm wrap around my shoulder. I look up to find Audrey.
"Boy trouble?"
"There always is." I reply with a half smile. Jillian then reappears with my glass of white wine. I take it from her a take a sip.
"Might as well enjoy the time we've got left" I say and return to my position.
"He means well, Lettie." Lillian reminds me before eating another cookie. By this stage, the dvd has been switched off and all the lights are back on.
"Sure has a funny way of showing it" I say coldly.

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I slip on my ugg boots and my cardigan when I hear the door bell go. Valentine gives me a quick hug.
"Go easy on him yeah?" she says. I give her a "I'll try" look before she opens the door.
"Hey" he says. I storm past him and head for the car. I place my over night back in the back seat and open the passenger door.
"Bye girls!" I call back before hopping into the car. Niall hops in after me. We start driving and I just keep my gaze focused on the surrounding outside of the car. I feel his warm, big hand place over mine. I push it away.
"Scarlett, I didn't mean to upset you" he breaks the silence, his voice soft and gentle, his eyes still 100% focused on the road.
"Well you did."
"What I said about me picking you up.... it came out wrong..." he trails off. I turn to face him.
"It came out wrong?" I scoff. "That's all you have to say for yourself".
"Hold on a minute, you were the one who didn't tell me where you were going" he states, his voice growing louder and he spoke.
"Oh, so this is MY fault now?" I say, emphasising the my.
"Well maybe if you weren't always so forgetful we wouldn't be in this mess!". Oh, that hurt. That really hurt. I feel the tears prick my eyes . He knows the reason why I forget most things. You see, when I was about 12, my Dad had a serious drinking problem after he was made redundant. One day, I was by myself with him and he was so drunk he could hardly stand. He asked me to get him another beer bottle, but I refused as Mum told me not to give him another one if he got drunk. We started arguing and then he hit me on the head with his used bottle, knocking me unconscious. It effected my memory and I struggle to remember a lot of things. After that, my Mum got a divorce but I'm still terrified. Only Niall knows, no one else. Plus, it doesn't help that he basically called me an alcoholic on the phone when I was with the girls.
"Stop the car!" I say through gritted teeth.
"What?" He asked just realising what he said.
"NOW!!!" I shout. The car comes to a screeching halt in the hard shoulder. I open the door, climb out and slam it behind me. The cold, night air blows my long, wavy hair back. I can feel Niall's presence behind me and I pick up my pace. I then let the tears stream down my face and let small sobs escape my mouth. Suddenly, he yanks my arm and turns me around. I look into his blue eyes and see the guilt written all over his facial expression.
"Darling, I'm so, so, so very sorry." he says.
"Niall, you know you're the only one I trust. The only person who knows how I really feel, who knows how sensitive I am to remarks like that" I sob into his chest.
"Sweetheart, I know. Please forgive me, I hate fighting with you". He place his fingers on my chin and tilts my head up so I am now looking directly into his eyes.
"I hate fighting with you too, boo" I say. He smiles before leaning down and crashing his lips into mine. I wrap my hands around his neck as he wraps his around my waist, deepening the kiss. As we pull away, I nuzzle my head into his neck and he pulls me into a hug.
"Your my uimhir amháin dul deo" he says.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"It means,in Irish, your my number one forever." he replies, rubbing his thumb over my tear stained cheek.
"And your my knight in shining armour"

Notes

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