Forbidden Love | A One Direction Fanfiction

Little things

"He's going to be fine." The doctor walks out of the bedroom, throwing his stethoscope over his shoulder. The guys had hired a private "underground" doctor, one that works with criminals and knows the ins and outs of the criminal empire.

Niall had been in his room for three weeks now, showing no sign of improvement. So this news was relieving to hear.
Liam had been at Niall's side every day since it happened, not wanting to leave his side. The dark rings around his eyes showed no signs of sleep.

The guys still haven't said anything to Liam about the pair, even after three weeks, so I can only assume that they're fine with it. Harry had asked me a couple of times about what I knew about their relationship but some things I had to keep close to my chest.
As all those conversations are the secrets that I keep.

We were all currently sat in the meeting room, Liam now with us having left Niall to rest and check-up with the doctor and multiple nurses. Papers and files and folders covered the entire table. Photos littered around, different faces and names I didn't recognise.

"Who attacked you?" Liam crouched in front of me, eyes wide in anticipation and worry. Zayn placed printed mugshots out in front of me. Each man was scarier than the last. Tattoos and scars covered all of them, but not like the man I saw. I looked down at the picture before me, his empty blue eyes pierced into my soul dangerously.

I hesitantly place my small petite finger onto the photograph, certain it was him.
His eyes bore into me menacingly but I just couldn't look away. There was something about this man but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"He said his name was Storm I think. Yeah, that was it. Xavier Storm."
Harry holds onto my petite hand and brushes a strand of my luscious golden blonde hair from my face.

"We have to keep you safe, and hidden. No one can find you."
I begin to worry as I look around at the guys' faces, each face covered with a sheet of panic and dread.

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It was now 11:42 pm, I was making my way to my bedroom, reminiscing the events of the day before. I remembered how as soon as the man introduced himself, Niall's eyes darted towards me and his face was painted with a look of confusion as though he was trying to piece things together.

What business did the man have with me? And why did Niall look so shocked? It was almost like he'd heard the name before. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at my own thoughts. So, instead of heading straight to my room, I decided to relax in the main room.

Turning direction, I started my journey downstairs, my hands caressing the wooden railings of each staircase as my petite feet lightly tapped each step as I walked down. The further down I got, I started hearing whispers that sounded like the guys arguing. I figured I was too far away to hear and so I trod down the steps, my speed increasing after each one.

"We have to do everything we can to keep her safe. She has no clue who he is and I don't want her finding out." Harry's voice erupted. My ears started blaring at the sound of his voice. He doesn't want me finding out what? I had to find out. I tried walking down the last set of stairs but I couldn't move.

My thoughts were crowded with Xavier's voice. "Perhaps this will make you understand" the events of last night refused to leave my mind. They corrupted my thoughts and left nothing but fear.

The room started spinning, and my vision became blurred. My tiny, petite body couldn't handle it anymore, and so, I collapsed.

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I awake softly, now finding myself lying on the couch. My petite body was now covered with a soft fluffy blanket, my golden luscious hair flowed down my back. The sun shone through the window beside the couch warming my milky skin. The guys must have found me after I had collapsed. A small petite girl like me can't handle myself. The news shocked me and I definitely needed to speak to the guys about their private conversation yesterday. Or I could pretend I hadn't heard anything, which wouldn't be the best since they found me outside of the meeting room, clearly eavesdropping.