Rescue Me (Niall Horan) (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 14: Learning

Tara P.O.V

I can't believe we never thought of this sooner. Maybe I can actually find out some things about him. I guess I should ask a question..

"Uh. Let's start with something easy. Why did you not want me on Twitter?" His eyes glazed over. He slowly began to type and finally he showed me his answer. 

"You don't need to see the mean things people say." I cocked my head sideways. Does he get a lot of hate?

"Niall... I'm sure it’s not bad. You’re a wonderful person and are so talented. Let's just try something else okay? Why don't you want me to contact anyone?" He looked at his hands and slowly typed again.

"They don't care." I was dumbfounded. Maybe I should tell him about how depressed Zayn was. I remember him saying all the hate he gets, but the lads and him love Niall.

"Trust me. Your friends love and miss you with all their heart. Especially Zayn." He shook his head. I sighed. "Niall. You have to believe me. Zayn is broken." He typed again.

"They don't need me. I'm worthless." I was both shocked and confused about how he could think that. He had everything he could ever want. Best friends to support him, a loving family, a career, and all the directioners.

"You are not worthless. Don't even think that. You have everything. I can't even begin to tell you the difference between our lives." With that, I heard the doorbell ring. "Who the hell is that..." I whisper. I head downstairs and open the door. But being my idiotic self I didn’t check to see who it was. I was shocked at my visitor.

"I told you this wasn’t over babe." Ryan grabbed a hold of my neck and slammed me against the wall, cutting off my air circulation. I started thrashing and trying to get away, but i was getting light headed.

"S....T....OP" I struggled. Then he released and I fell to the floor gasping for air. I started coughing and trying to regain my breath. I heard groaning next to me. I looked over and saw Ryan holding his crotch in pain. I don’t remember kicking him but...

"Fucking bastard.." I looked up and saw Niall with his eyes wide looking back and forth between us. I tried to wave Niall to go away but he shook his head and kneeled next to me. His eyes filled with concerned and worried.

"G... Go..." I tell him. By now Ryan was regaining himself. He stood and looked at us. His eyes flashed between many emotions including anger, pain, hurt, and revenge. 

"I knew it. First Zayn and now Niall. You’re nothing but a god damn whore. You never told Zayn the truth about Niall and I bet he doesn't even know you met Zayn. You a worthless bitch and you will get what you deserve. Remember that slut." He slammed the front door leaving me speechless on the floor. I can't even look at Niall after that.

I collected myself and stood up. I quickly pressed my hands against the wall for balance because I was still very light headed. I began to ascend up the stairs and lay on my bed. Tears streamed out of my eyes and soaked the pillow. Why me?

I heard the bed creak. I didn't bother looking up because I knew it was Niall. I didn't want to face him. I felt a hand press against my back. I sighed and decided it was now or never. As soon as I sat I looked at the laptop where Niall had typed;

"Who was that. How did you meet Zayn???" I sighed and told him the story if how I met Zayn at Nandos. How he was so depressed and all he cared about was bringing Niall home. 

Then I told him how I met up with him earlier and how he helped me get away from Ryan. I told him Ryan was my boyfriend.. Well ex-boyfriend now. His eyes hawked at me in disbelief. He quickly began typing until he finished what he had to say.

"THAT WAS UR FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! HOW THE HELL COULD HE TREAT YOU LIKE THAT??? WHEN I'M BETTER I WILL PERSONALLY KICK HIS SORRY ASS!! As for Zayn... He's better off without me. They can wait."

"Niall... Just forget about Ryan okay? I can handle him. I have plenty of times before. And I'm not sure about Zayn Niall... He's broken... But it’s your choice and if you don't want to tell them yet then I’ll respect that." He nodded gratefully.

I stood up and lead him down downstairs where we could watch TV. I mainly sat in thought of what was going to occur over the next few weeks. I surely cannot wait until his casts come off in a few weeks. He might not be able to talk, but at least he will be able to write.

Another thing that circled in my mind was Ryan. He’s threatened me before... But something was different. He seemed.. Sincere? Like he actually planned on making my life a living hell. But what could he do?? 

Tay would always be by my side no matter what. But I don't want her involved in Ryan's crazy shit. He could do some serious damage if he wanted. He's proven that to me.

Sometimes I wish I could just escape this life. Have I hurt myself before? Depends. I have never physically harmed myself. None the less I have neglected my body by skipping meals.

Have I ever thought of suicide? Yes. Many times. But there was something that would always bring me back and stop. I've been so close to the edge, yet I can never fully do it. I'm not saying I will never consider it again, because I will. If the conditions press me too hard, I may just crack.

"I'm going to bed Ni. Do you need anything?" He thought then shook his head. I nodded and headed to my room. I stripped out of my clothes and replaced them with a long night shirt. I would have my shower in the morning.

I laid awake for a while and then decided that I couldn't sleep. Instead I grabbed my phone and googled some stuff about Niall. I'm living with him for many more weeks, why not know that basics? 

I started with some easy facts. He loves to eat, especially Nandos. He has an older brother named Greg. He's claustrophobic. Wow. It's so easy to find information when you’re this famous.

I decides to go on his Twitter and find out what Zayn and Niall meant when they said about the hate. I can't understand how such a sweet and sensitive guy could be so hated on.

I logged onto my old Twitter account and found Nialls account. I then clicked on mentions and I wasn't prepared to see what was there.

Thousands of replies to one specific Twitter account @RemoveNiallFrom1D, and it had over three MILLION followers. What the actual fuck. I assumed this was the root of the cruelty shown to Niall.

I scrolled though some of the accounts recent tweets. All of them thanking the cause of Nialls disappearance. They were overjoyed that he was missing. I scrolled back to three days ago and found a short, get heart wrenching thought.

"Nialls MIA, I only wish he was DOA." 

My heart felt like it dropped twenty stories. They couldn’t seriously mean that? Oh my god... If Niall saw that I don't even know what I would do. I want to keep him protected at all costs. He doesn't deserve this...

I noticed a lot of people were retweeting a picture. I shuddered at the thought. What could the picture possible be.. It can't be that bad.. Right?

Wrong. 

The picture was of Niall, but it was obviously photo-shopped, and it was of his death. The picture replicated his insides being torn out, limb by limb. The excruciating pain he would suffer was distinctly shown.

I lost it. I started bawling so fucking hard into my pillow I think it might have been torn to shreds. How can... How... I can't even think properly. Humans are so fucking cruel.

I don't know what's worse. The picture, it the fact that people were laughing at it and encouraged the creator to make more. I sat back up and swiftly wiped my tears away. I updated a few things on my account, including following one direction and changing my picture to a more recent one.

Then I shut down my laptop, sat it on the floor and plugged it in to charge. Then I turned over to rest in a dreamless state of sleep and await what the next few weeks would bring.

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A/N

My apologies for the shortness of this. <3

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