Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 24

Niall's POV

I locked the door quietly and looked back at Luke and the babies. I places a finger over my lips to signal them to be quiet. I walked slowly over to him and leaned down to his ear.

"I need you to take both the babies out on the the balcony and I need you to keep them quiet. Please, stay there no matter what you hear or see in here." Luke sprung into action and held both kids close to him. I opened the balcony door and sent them out there, closing it behind them and dawning the curtain shut. I did this just in time for the door knob to the bedroom to start to jiggle. I jumped back and started thinking of a plan to make enough distance between Harry and my kids.

The door was now being banged on with full force so I ran into the bathroom, after grabbing both the full water bottles off the desk. I took off my tank top and my basketball shorts, leaving me in my boxers. I put on a towel around my wast, and started covering my body in water. I threw the water bottles in the trash and went to walk to the door. I needed an excuse of why I had the door locked and wasn't answering it right away.

"Zayn? I told you I was showering, hold on." I decided playing dumb would make this allot easier to keep my babies and Luke safe. If I'm the main distraction, then they'll be fine.

"Open the door, slut!" Harry yelled from the other side. I took my shaking fingers and unlocked the door, bearly opening it. Harry threw it up wider, hitting my shoulder with the door causing me to yelp in pain. His angry green eyes landed on me and raked over my body. The next thing I knew, I was being drug to the bed and thrown on it roughly. I guess my plan didn't work out as I planned. I'm a fucking idiot...

"You're such a fucking slut. Look at you, half naked just waiting for Zayn to come home so he can fuck you into the mattress. I'll take care of that though, maybe even get you pregnant again." Harry growled at me while unbuttoning his tight black jeans. I tried to get away from him, but he punched me as hard as he could in the face. I screamed in pain as the room spun with black dots in my vision.

"You're my slut! Not Zayn's, mine! Those are my kids and we're going to be a family!" I couldn't even reply to what he was saying because he punched me again and took my towel off, along with my boxers. I tried rolling back over to get away, but that got me a punch in my chest knocking the wind out of me. A few more punches were thrown at my face until I felt so much pain, I was numb. I bearly even felt when Harry started to run his fingers over my naked body, the only thing that made sense was the fact a familiar person was creeping slowly through the bedroom with my kids. I watched as he made it safely out of the room and that's when Harry started doing what he wanted to do to me.

Just pain and disgust was all I felt as his long fingers touched me in places ment for the man that put a ring on my finger. Every once in a while he would throw a punch at my face or chest, making me feel like I was going to pass out. At one point, he just got distracted in taking his anger out on my that he forgot he was wanting to forcefully get me pregnant. I didn't really mind though, I would take a beating rather than the other thing.

My eyes focused on a figure standing at the doorway, creeping up slowly on Harry. My eyes shut for what only seemed like a second, then opened to see Luke throwing some pretty good punches at Harry. I just laid on the bed, completely exposed and feeling like I wanted to die.

"Leave him alone!" Luke screamed and laid a nice punch on Harry's cheek and kicking him in the balls. My eyes slid shut again and everything became quiet.

"Niall, stay with me. You have to stay with me." A faint voice told me and I opened my eyes to see worried blue-green ones looking at me. I looked down at my body and saw I had my clothes on again. Luke ran a hand over my cheek then his lips started moving saying things but I could only see Harry standing up behind Luke, raising his fist. I grunted trying to warn him, but he noticed too late and I saw him crumble from the blow he received.