Chapter 55

* Niall’s Point of view. *

They say there is a fine line between love and hate, and it's true, it's a line I have teetered on for 13 years. 

I was 10 years old when Freya and her mother invaded our home. I hated how the sun would hit her hair and make it look like strands of pure gold, enchanting me. I hated how her big round eyes drew me in, they were like pools of calming cocoa, the same as my favourite teddy bears, but hers held small flecks of green and gold, they were like magic. I hated how her pale skin would flush so easily, betraying her emotions and making her so easy to read. I hated her melodic laugh and how it made me feel warm inside to hear.

And most of all I hated that she saved my life.

I didn't want to be grateful to her, I didn't want to owe her anything. So I started t……