Rescue Me (Niall Horan) (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 7: Thoughts

Niall P.O.V

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

MY HAIR IS FUCKING BLACK! I THINK IT'S BLACKER THAN ZAYNS AHHH! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK WHOEVER DID THIS TO ME! I CAN'T WRITE OR TALK! HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET OUT OF THIS MESS!

But I don't have to go through this alone.

Tata saved me. She found me and had visited me everyday in that hospital when she didn't have to. And especially now. She took me in. She opened her home and life to me for at least three weeks until I can write who I am.

The boys must be worried sick. Liam's probably in a panic attack and probably have the police on alert and trying to find me. There probably not going to release this to the press because the fans will go haywire.

I kind of wish they would so then maybe I'll be recognized. Maybe once my hair is dyed back to blonde Tata might realize who I am... I hope.

I've been here about twelve hours and Tara is one of the most interesting people I have ever met. She's always watching out for me and making sure I'm okay. Giving me food and something to drink, asking if its too warm or cold. She's an complete angel. She is selfless and only thinks of others.

When I go home I will defiantly repay her for everything she's done for me. She's saved me from death, took me to the hospital and visited me daily so I wouldn't be alone. She took me in, fed and clothed me. She's treating me like royalty and I don't deserve it.

In the back of my mind I always knew I was hated. The boys stand up for me and tell me how the band wouldn't be the same without them. I just smile and thank them. I'm always putting on a show, whether it be for the lads, the fans, or even my family.

No one understands me and what I suffer everyday. I knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. It only proves my point that I am hated. That I'm worthless and that I mean nothing to anyone.

Pathetic

Ungrateful

Loser

Gay

Bastard

Horrible

Fuckup

Disgraceful

Disrespectful

Forgetable

Waste of life

These are all the things that I've been told. All the things that I've come to believe. This is who I am, and all I'll ever be.

Tara P.O.V

I'm laying in bed and I can hear the poor lad tossing and turning in his bed. At first I thought it was because he couldn't get comfortable, but I'm wrong. I know this because of two reasons.

One, I checked in on him and noticed he was struggling to keep from crying. It either means he's upset about what happened or about his life.

Two, I have done that countless times. After coming home from one of my endless bad dates with Ryan I'll lay in bed and cry myself to sleep. Restlessly tossing back and forth much like this lad.

I laid in bed for another two hours listening to him in the other room. Finally it was quiet. It was peaceful so I decided to go check on him. I wrapped my duvet around myself and wandered down the hall. The door was already open so I walked in. The bed was empty so I started panicking until I turned and saw him sitting in front of the window looking into the night sky.

"Whatever's going through your mind it will be okay." I said taking a seat beside him. He turned around startled. "It's okay."

I looked at his eyes as the moonlight shone perfectly into them, such deep reflection made me forget the world, it was like we were the only two people in existence. I leaned into his subconsciously towards him. He put his right arm around me bringing me closer to his chest.

"It's so peaceful.. I do wish you could tell me some things though.. What your name is, where you from, what you like to do. I wish you could tell me about your family and special memories close to your heart..."

I let my eyes drift closed taking in his deep scent. What could have happened to this boy to make him so vulnerable, so caring, so mysterious? I have hundreds of questions which can only be answered when he has some form of communication, which according to doctors won't be for at least three weeks.

I have to go to work tomorrow, then school on Monday. I hope he will be okay alone... I plan on taking him to the mall before work tomorrow so he can get some clothes and maybe a few movies so he won't die of boredom.

Oh and of course his blonde hair dye.

Work was an okay place to go to, but school is another thing. School is where I'm going to have to face Ryan. I have not seen him in a week or haven't dared turned on my phone since I hung up on him.

I've been scared to death, literally, to turn it on. I already know there are going to be hundreds of texts and dozens of messages from him threatening to harm me if I don't respond.

Truth is the only reason I stay with him is because he scares the living shit out of me. I've lost all feelings towards him and he lost my respect the moment he hurt me.

He's apologised dozens of times and I'm quick to forgive him, but no more. I have to stand up for myself, I should feel safe and secure in my relationship, not having to fend for my life.

"I hate to leave you, but I have to get up early, and so do you so its best to get some rest now." I say as I stand up. I go behind him and help him to his feet. "Night darling!" He nods with a cute smile on his face and I head to my bedroom.

As I enter my eyes travel to my phone where it has been laying the entire week. I walk over to my night stand and pick it up. I hop on my bed and sit cross legged waiting for my phone to turn on. I was shocked to what I found.

1 new message.

I quickly opened my one and only text from Ryan and read it.

'Bitch this is how its going to work. I'm sick and tired of your appalling behaviour. You take me for granted you little punk ass slut. The next time you see me, you better be crawling on your fucking knees begging for my forgiveness. Do it or you and anyone you have ever cared about will suffer the consequences of YOUR mistake.'

I laid there staring that the screen. What the fuck am I suppose to do. I don't deserve this, but I can't have anyone hurt because of me. Only one thought came to mind when reading this, and it was of the boy laying down the hall.

I must protect him.

--------

A/N

short short short short. I know :'(

but only one more short one to go before they start having a bit more length to them <3

thank you guys.

You are my shining light at the end of the tunnel!

never forget it <3

comment, follow, vote xx

-Kristie <3