Without You - Niam Horayne

Chapter 21 - Kissing In The Dark

Liam’s P.O.V.

            “Liam, Liam, please,” A voice begged me. I clenched my eyes shut and felt a sharp pain in my head and chest. “Please,” The voice continued. I cracked open my eyes and found myself in a small and dark alleyway. Niall was holding me in his arms and Louis, Harry, and Zayn were gathered around us. “Thank God you’re okay,” He let out a sigh of relief and hiccupped as his crying slowed down. His hands grabbed the sides of my face.

            “What happened?” I asked, honestly unable to remember anything. Niall looked to Harry, and then back to me.

            “Uh, you ran after someone, back into this alley. We chased after you, and found you here, out cold,” He said, his voice shaky.

            Then it came back to me.

            I had been chasing Niall’s kidnapper.

            My legs pushed me up into a standing position quickly and I opened my mouth to say something, but a sudden pain in my chest made me unable to speak. I grabbed my chest and applied pressure, trying to get the pain to go away.

            “Liam, are you okay? What happened?” Niall asked gently. I shrugged, wincing at the pain again. I guess I wouldn’t be catching Niall’s kidnapper anytime soon. My breathing was still raspy and my lungs hurt from straining earlier. Having the wind knocked out of you sucks.

            “Let’s just get out of here,” I said, putting my hands on Niall’s back and pushing him out of the alleyway.

            “You keep wincing,” Niall pointed out.

            “I’m fine,” I said.

            “You’re voice is raspy,” Niall continued.      

            “I’m fine,” I repeated.

            “You vomited in the alley back there,”

            “Niall! I’m fine!” I yelled, causing more pain to sear through my chest. Niall’s eyes widened and he pulled away from me, looking frightened. I groaned in frustration and pulled him back towards me. “I’m sorry, okay? We just need to talk about his alone,” I said, eyeing the others who were walking in front of us.

            “After the concert?” Niall asked.

            “Yeah, after the concert,” I agreed.

            We made our way back onto the street and hopped into our van, which was waiting for us like always. I slid into the back with Niall and pulled him into my chest—I knew Niall loved it when I did this. As we drove I let my mind wander. Two things swirled through my thoughts. Firstly, seeing Niall’s kidnapper, and chasing him through the streets. Second, the promise I made Niall last night. I still had to come up with a small romantic gesture, something that would comfort him, so when we finally made love, he would know it meant something, something more. Just like I promised. I needed to make sure Niall knew how much I loved him. I wanted to do something simple, nothing too elaborate. But what could I do?