Rescue Me (Niall Horan) (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 15: Revenge

Tara P.O.V

It's been five weeks since Niall has gotten out of the hospital, and he's greatly improved.

His wrist and finger are completely healed, meaning he is able to write! And let me tell you, it’s a hell of a lot easier for him to carry around a whiteboard than a freaking laptop. I was actually the one to be carrying it around because he couldn’t lift it with his casts.

We've been getting really close. We know a lot about each other... But nothing more than the basics. We've kept our personal lives.. Well, personal. I think once is voice returns we might open up more.

I've told him about Tay and Luke, and a bit about my parents. But that's it for my background story. I bluntly refuse to talk about Ryan. Niall keeps asking but I quickly change the subject.

Niall has been a tiny bit more open. I know everything about Louis Liam, Harry, and Zayn. He’s told me all about his family and growing up in Ireland, but when I ask him about girlfriends or even Twitter or anything One Direction related, he shuts down.

One Direction is a sensitive topic, and I don't blame him. About two weeks ago the lads had a press conference to explain about Nialls disappearance. Louis by far was the worst.

His eyes were grey, and tears didn't stop once during the entire thing. He couldn’t speak a single word and according to Niall, Louis has lost an unhealthy about of weight.

I watched as Harry held Lou to comfort him. He was the one who was most calm, which surprised Niall. He assumed Liam would have been front and centre able to tell everyone the situation, but he couldn't.

Liam refused to look up. He keep tapping his foot against the floor while playing with his fingers. You could sense how uncomfortable he was.. It broke Nialls heart seeing him like this.

Zayn was bad. On a completely different level. He was like a Zombie. He stared into nothing, his hair went in every direction but the way it was supposed to. He had this glossed look about him. It made him seem like nothing could ever help him, only Niall.

I had talk to Zayn off and on, reassuring that he would be okay. But he was starting to lose hope. I remember that day when he told me that he doesn't think Niall will ever come home. It killed me not telling him.

I raced home and cried to Niall, begging him to tell Zayn. But yet he still refused. I can't understand it, but I respect it. I will not do anything until Niall says. It's his choice. I have no right in doing something he doesn’t want.

I have not once heard, or seen from Ryan since that day when he threatened me. I'm not sure whether that is considered a good or a bad thing...

It's good if he moved on. For once in his life he took the high road and used his better judgement and leave me alone...

But that's not him.

The longer I wait, the longer he has to plan his revenge. Which also means the more harmful it is to me. And I don't want to see what he has planned. His revenge is usually quick, and it usually stings pretty dank bad. But this one is going to top everything he's ever done.. I know it.

I looked beside me at the blonde lad who I had found five weeks prior to now. I thought of all the strange things we've gone through. I feel as if I've grown as a person. I can't wait until he regains his voice and can move on with his life.

Even if it means getting left behind... Niall looked at me with concern. He grabbed his marker and wrote; 

"What's wrong :(" I plastered a fake smile on my face.