The Beat To My Drum - A Niall Horan Fanfic.

Chapter 7.- You Are Out To Ruin My Life.

Alex's P.O.V.

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I listened to the deathly silence of the night. Deathly; got that right. I picked up some grains of sand and let them fall softly through the gaps on my fingers doing this several times as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

This beach really got to me. I had really missed my parents right now. I knew everything was still there. All of my mothers belongings that she had given me over the years. Her hairbrush, the locket and the picture along with the ring. I didn't wear the jewelry as often anymore since I had almost lost it so many times some people never understand how a piece of jewelry had held such value in my eyes but it did. Nobody ever understands that it's all that's left of her. All I have to cling onto the memory of her and the thought that maybe she remembers me.

I could have sworn I heard a disturbance behind me but then I clocked my head around nothing was there. Suddenly, a voice spoke along with a hand being placed on my shoulder.

“Alex, long time no see.”

A deep voice interrupted the silence of the night here and I instantly recognized it as being him. I flinched away at his touch trying to remember if I had left my phone at home or not. I quickly got up backing away from him.

“Get away from me!”

I stood to face him, and I had noticed how his dark hair had slowly started to grow gray streaks and it was bald in some patches. His features were the same just older and worn out. His dark eyes were still the same colour, yet with a look of being more tired. The skin around them was stretched slightly leaving little wrinkles making him look so much older, along with the bags under his eyes. His thin lips were set in a straight line but spread into a wicked smile showing yellow teeth and stubble that hung around his chin and jaw-line against his tanned skin. He wore a navy blue t-shirt and from what I could see he had put on weight. His jeans seemed too small but the right length with some brown leather shoes against the sand.

He laughed slightly, a deep and bellowing one. He scared me shitless and tears were brimming in my eyes even more than before.

“Well haven't you turned out to be a pretty little thing! The pretty ones are always the most fun to get rid of...”

“What?”

I said backing away from him slowly, but he just followed.

“Nothing. You think it was me, don't you?”

“I know it was you!”

I retaliated and he laughed wickedly at my fear.

“You can't prove nuffin darlin.”

He raised a finger which was rough against my skin as he tilted my chin up. My skin instantly felt cold with his touch and I flinched back as he smirked enjoying my pure fear.

“Get away from me! You think it's alright to go and ruin people's lives one at a time, just because you don't get what you want.”

He just laughed again.

“I think you'll find you're the only one who thinks that way sweetheart.”

“I'm not your sweetheart.”

He walked towards me and when I tried to run he grabbed my wrist, forcing it behind my back as I cried. He violently pressed the other hand against my shoulder and then traced his finger along the in-line of Niall's sweats as he reached my pant-line making my skin shiver. He covered my mouth as I desperately struggled.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?! Get away from her!”

An un-familiar British accent rang out across the silence of the beach making Mike jump back startled. I breathed a sigh of relief as this guy appeared with scruffy hair and an angry expression set in on his face.