Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 5

I Seriously Want to go Home

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Naomi's Pov

I really want to go back home.

I feel like the boys hate me. It's not my fault my.. father is your best mate.

"Naomi, wake up love. We're having breakfast." I hear him say, before I hear him walk back out of my room.

I groan, but manage to pull myself out of bed, and start walking towards the stairs. As I reach the last step, I hear my name, so I begin listening.

"What are you gonna do about Naomi?"

"Adoption?" I hear Louis say. Wait-Louis?

I guess they heard me sniffle because they all got quiet. I then turned around, and started tip-toeing upstairs, until someone grasped my waist.

"Get your disgusting hands off of me!" I yell, while kicking my legs around, hoping I'd get a good swing.

I then get lifted off of the ground, and onto someones shoulder. What is this? Who is this?

The person suddenly stops, and puts me down onto the counter, so I can sit.

I hesitate, but give in, and start talking.

"I know you guys don't want me here, but believe me, I don't want to be here, I don't even like you guys, but I live here now, so get over it. Plus, your negativity isn't helping the situation. I mean, you didn't even give me a chance, you just started hating me right away, and it's not fair." I tell them, as a few tears slip down my cheek.

Without warning, I feel a sharp stinging pain coming from my left cheek, as I stumble backwards, and onto the kitchen floor.

On que, tears start running down ny cheeks, and a few sniffles aswell.

"I-I... Naomi I.." I look up to see Harry towering over me, he's the one stuttering, he slapped me..

"Don't.." I croak out, as I get up, push threw the circle of boys, and run towards my room.

I was finally going to at least try to accept them, and all they do is hurt me.

As Im running upstairs, I slip, and start sliding back downstairs. This is a wood staircase too, so double the pain I'm feeling.

I scream, before my head pushes forwards, and ends up through the glass sliding door.

"Harry! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I hear Liam say. Now that surprised me.

"We have to get her to the hospital, now! She's bleeding everywhere!" Liam says once again, while picking me up, and cradling me bridal style.

I then feel bouncing, he's probably running..

Nialls Pov

"Someone help! My niece needs help!" Liam yells, and two seconds later, a stretcher, and two nurses come his way, taking Naomi out of his arms.

Im totally shocked, Harry had the nerve to slap my daughter, frighten her, then this happens, all because Naomi wanted to get away from that disgusting idiot..

This is his fault.

I have to call Belle. I quickly bolt out my phone, and call Belle. Naomi would be safe back home, and not with this retarded lunatic..

Belle is on her way, she was at work, so it was a short call. I couldn't really say much, only that Naomi is hurt, and in the hospital.

Harry, you're in for it.

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"Where is my baby?!" Belle screams, while running into the hospital, and to the receptionists desk.

"Naomi Claire Horan, please!" She cries.

"Room 21? Got it." Belle yells, while running off into the hallway, and through some doors.

I get up, and follow her. I don't think any mother would want to see her own daughter hurt, by herself.

I head through the doors Belle went through, to find her sitting on the ground, crying.

I sit down beside her, and hold her in my arms, which sparks up those same fireworks that got us together.

"Lets go see Naomi," I whisper, as she tugs on my white v-neck.

"What.." Belle says, while swallowing. "Happened?"

"Well... Naomi was explaining to the boys, and I about how we should stop being so rude to her, basically how she felt, and Harry slapped her." I say, growing angrier as the image flashes into my mind.

"How did that cause this?!" Belle yells, growing angry.

"After he slapped her, she fell off of the counter, because she was sitting on it, then got up, and started running upstairs, but she slipped, and fell through my glass door.." I say, suddenly pissed to the max.

"That little.." Belle mutters through a clenched tight jaw.

"Bitch, I know." I smirk. "We'll deal with him later, lets just go see our daughter." I say, as I pull Belle up, and into my arms.

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As Im walking in the hallway, and towards Naomi's room, I hear crying.

"My baby." Belle says, while dropping herself from my arms, and starts running towards the crying little girl.

I follow Belle once again, as I enter Naomi's room. Belle is cradling her, and Naomi's smiling, well, until she saw me, her expression grew angry.

"You!" Naomi yells, while untangling herself from Belle, and towards me, until she comes face to face with me.

"When he hit me. You just stood there. You love him more then you love me? Even after he hit me? You would choose him over your own flesh, and blood?" Naomi says.

Im just staring at the big red hand-shaped mark on her cheek, and the blood-stained gauze pad wrapped around her head.

"Answer me!" Naomi yells, while stomping her feet. A tear slips down her cheek aswell.

"Answer me.." She whispers. "You know what... I hate you. I hate Louis, Liam, Zayn, and especially Harry. Mum, can I please come back home?" Naomi says, getting louder, and angrier once again towards the end of her sentence.

"Of course. I am not leaving my baby with these lunatics!" Belle yells, while looking at me. She then gets up, and slaps me.

Im officially scared now. Of course, Naomi gets the attitude from Belle.

"You're finished." Belle says, while looking into my eyes. "So done."

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Dip-Dyed is the definition of perfect, my Jesus fries.

x Ahmijai