Fix You (Niall Horan)

Chapter 25

Liam's POV:

I knocked on the door of Savannah's first floor hotel room. When she didn't answer I walked over to the window to peer inside. Maybe she was out? Probably filming or something.

Nope.

I looked in the window just in time to see Savannah making out with that American movie star. Reid Grayman, I think is his name? I waited for a moment to see if she would pull away, but she didn't. My heart dropped into my stomach. I pulled out my iPhone with a shaky hand and snapped a picture of the two of them.

I sent the picture to Savannah, hoping she woudn't open the message until I left, but I had no such luck. Almost instantly, Sav pulled away and peered down at her phone, avoiding Reid's stare. Her eyes widened and her face twisted with a pain almost as if she didn't understand what had just happened to her.

And no sooner than that did the tears start to spill from her eyes. I looked away because even after all of this, it hurt me to see her upset. I was still peering through the window because I was too frozen to move. And Savannah saw me. As soon as we made the eye contact I stared at her with the blankest expression I could manage and then headed towards the car.

Savannah jumped off the couch instantly and within a few seconds she was out the door, grabbing my arm.

"Liam," she said with a shaky voice.

"Savannah," I said, my voice equally as shaky.

"It's not--" she started.

"What it looks like. I know. You don't need to explain," I told her, unable to look her in the eye.

"Yes I do need to explain. You deserve at least that much," Sav replied.

"I don't want you to explain. It's obvious..."

"It's really not, Liam."

"It looked like you were sucking face with your co-star over there, while you thought I was clueless."

"I was going to tell you as soon as it happened! It was a mistake."

"I think this was a mistake. Coming here. I trusted you, Savannah. Whatever happened to that? You said yourself you would never cheat." I was trying my best to hold my own tears back while Savannah's were freely flowing out of her eyes.

"It's not like that! HE kissed ME," Savannah said, trying to make excuses for what just happened. Savannah was growing more and more angry.

"YOU kissed BACK," I said, mimicking her voice. That set her off the edge.

"Okay, Liam. Because you know everything, right? You were there when I was telling him how much I missed you, yeah? I'm the bad guy. Kylie thinks I'm the bad guy, you think I'm the bad guy, and I garuntee all of your little bandmates are going to think so too." She began to walk back inside.

"So are we even going to try to fix this?" I asked her.

"You know everything, Liam. What do you think my answer is?" And with that, she was gone. And so was I.

***

I walked back into the hotel room without saying a word. The boys exchanged confused glances, all of which I ignored.

I couldn't believe what just happened.

It all just went to shit.

"Mate..." Niall began, walking over. I ignored him and layed down on the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

I felt the weight shift, indicating Niall had gotten on the bed as well.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly. I huffed and sat up on the bed.

I unlocked my phone and it opened straight to the picture of Savannah and Reid. I shoved the phone at Niall and he looked at it, eyes wide.

"Oh my God." He said, giving the phone back to me.

"Wait! Let me see!" The boys chorused, running over to the bed. They passed the phone around, and silently sat back down, not knowing what to say.

I fell asleep after that, hoping when I woke up everything would be fine. But we all know that's not going to happen.

Kylie's POV:

I woke up in an unfamiliar territory, confused and disoriented. Then it hit me. I was in the back of that creep's car. I touched my head and looked down at my hand, only to realize it was covered in warm, red blood. My blood.

I started shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Kylie, sweetheart. You're awake," the man driving said, his icy blue eyes peering at me through the rear view mirror.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" I asked him shakily.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. It will be over before you know it," He said. His laugh echoed eerily and I knew what was about to happen.

He pulled over.

And yanked me out of the trunk.

Roughly, he threw me down on the grass and began stripping me of my clothes. Every last garment was mercilessly ripped off of me. And the worst part about it was that I was too weak to fight back.

I let him do whatever he needed to do. Because I knew that this man had power over me, my body was in his complete control. And it was in my best interest to not fight him back if I wanted to stay alive.

Tears stung my eyes and I began to scream out. "Shut up!" then man said, his fist colliding with my face. Instinctively, I touched my hand to the right side of my jaw. The man gripped my wrists tightly and pressed them back down to the ground so he could finish.

Once he was done, he drove off. Leaving me in the middle of nowhere. Naked, exposed, broken. This man had taken every last piece of me, including my virginity.

I was not Kylie Marcus anymore.