Disastrous

Fifty Eight

Niall's POV

"Shay!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, rattling the bars relentlessly as my fists gripped them tightly. I was fuming as I watched them drag her away, her head turning back to glance at me briefly before they pulled her through the doors. Once she disappeared from my sight a wave of panic washed over me and I screamed again, cursing and bashing my fist roughly against the cold steel.

Arabella was still sobbing and I fucking hated her more in this moment then ever, but she was on the other side and I was trapped in here.

"Arabella." I spoke calmly, my voice stern. She wrapped her small arms around her stomach and shook as the sobs continued.

"Stop crying, right now." I growled, reaching out swiftly between the bars. She yelped like I was going to hurt her when I quickly fisted her cardigan before she could evade me, and pulled her flush against the bars.

Her eyes were terrified and wide as my other hand came up, and I gripped her damp chin in my fingers. Forcing her face close to mine, I made her look me in the eyes and held their contact while she calmed down.

"Listen to me." I snapped harshly, my heart erratically beating in my thumping chest. "You need to go make sure Shay is alright. I know how you feel about me, and you damn well know how I feel about you, but we both share something in common and that is Shay."

She whimpered and tried to step away from me, but my grip on her shirt held her close. I pulled her against the bars once more, her own hands wrapping around the steel quickly on either side of her head.

I tightened my fingers around her chin to get her to focus. "C'mon, Arabella. Get it together,"

She was distracted, probably in shock from what was happening but I had to get her to focus. I couldn't go after Shay because I was trapped in here, but she wasn't. I needed her to go check on Shay and our unborn baby more than I needed oxygen right now.

"You have to find her. If you care about her like you said then you'll do something to help her, please." I begged, my eyes pleading as hers suddenly widened. They welled over with tears once again but she blinked rapidly, and something seemed to click in her brain that her friend needed help.

She nodded vigorously, and before I could tell her what to say she was speeding off down the hall. I cursed outwardly and ran my hands through my hair in frustration.

Pacing the dark grey walls, I yanked at the long strands and let out another's string of "fuck's". I wanted Austen to get his fucking ass back down here so I could punch him again, then I wanted a huge shot of whiskey, and then a cigarette.

I was a mess, more like a disaster, and I knew that this was it. The end of Shay and I was near if it wasn't already inevitable. She surely hated me after what she had just found out, and no matter how much I wanted to deny it I knew it was for the best. Her and I weren't meant for each other.

I had turned her into something that I never wanted for her, and I turned myself into a fucking monster that I despised. I drank too much, I smoked too much, and I slept with other women. Shay deserved much better, and though I could never be openly okay with her being with another man I didn't deserve to keep her for myself.

Leaning my head against the bars once more and letting out a groan, I pressed my palms to the metal and squeezed my eyes shutting, praying I would at least get to say goodbye to her.

Shay's POV

I nervously bit my thumbnail, tapping my foot rapidly against the linoleum floors of the interrogation room I sat alone in. The walls were a bleak grey, an old clock ticking loudly from its perch on the wall. The metal table in front of me was bare other than the cup of water I was given, and the metal chair beneath me shook slightly from every tremble wracking through my body.