The Ghost Who Cried... Niall? {Niam Fanfic}

Chapter 5- Sell Your Soul

**LIAMS POV**

I sat on the park bench in only boxers and a white tank top, shivering in the coolness, my eyes droopy from lack of sleep. I continued to stare at the ground intently, biting on my fingers as I shook my leg vigorously from nerves. I tried to ignore my nausea as my stomach churned, my mind swirling, my feet aching from the cuts.

It turned from dusk to dawn so quickly..

The streets still quiet, nothing but the leaves rustling in the wind, a slight eery chilling breeze, the slight creak from swings coming ever so often, street lights flickering off, mentally jumping when birds began to chirp.

I don't know what to do. I can't go home and I don't want to go to Zayn's, so I went to the one place I always felt safe as a kid.

My eyes moved to the muddy footprints and to my socks, my body motionless, still numb and terrified from the vivid dream.

I didn't know what to do.. I was so scared.. I just ran.. Ran like a coward.. I didn't even at least put shoes on.. I thought I was dead.. It all happened so suddenly. The visions I've been having are so.. Horrifying that I forget they're not real.. But sometimes it feels so real. I'm terrified of him. These thoughts and dreams that are being planted within me are eating away at my brain as if someone cut me open and filled me with maggots.

I let the mental pain subside as I looked down into my lap, allowing the silence to indulge me, the world vanishing.

"Liam?" A hushed voice spoke up, my head snapping up, the blonde boy standing a few feet away. He stood awkwardly, crunched up leaves scattered in his hair like sprinkles on a cupcake, his clothing reeking of nature and terror, mud smeared along his figure. My breathing picked up as my many worries grew, the night terror coming back to me, my hands pulling me further up onto the bench, my knees to my chest now. I hid my face in between my knees as I began to cry, my body shaking, fearing of what was to come true.

This isn't me.. I wouldn't cry.. He's doing this.. I'm weak now.. I'm a target.

The sound of scuffling came, followed by his voice again.

"Liam.." He sat next to me. I peeked at him from behind my arm, his hand slowly moving towards my arm, my arm almost twitching from the thought.

"Don't hurt me.." I softly cried, my face burying back in my knees. He gently touched my arm, rubbing it softly, my emotions leaving me, my tears drying up as his touch comforted me. I slowly met his gaze, almost a whimpering sound coming from him as he shifted into the small gray wolf, his body attempting to protectively wrap around me, his wet nose nudging my legs down. He licked my cheek, dropping his head into my lap.

Trust me.. I wouldn't ever hurt you.. His voice eerily etched into my mind, as my body caved into his soft fur, my eyes growing heavy, a sudden drowsiness coming to me, the world fading into darkness.

**NIALLS POV**

I gently rubbed his bare skin, goosebumps growing along my pale skin as his cries caused a physical pain in my chest. My fingers began to tingle as I released the toxin into his skin, making its way into his blood stream, everything happening so quickly he wouldn't even notice the prick. I turned, trying to make him comfortable as I wrapped around him, allowing him to go peacefully.

He soon grew limp, his body falling over onto me. I wiggled him onto my back, my soft fur making a makeshift pillow for him as I made my journey.

I walked up to the slightly familiar house, carefully hopping up the steps, laying Liam down gently, rubbing my muzzle against his face caringly.