Niall Blurbs

Abused and Comforted

Niall had you lay underneath him, his lips greedily sucking and nipping at your neck. Moans of pleasure slip from your lips as he does so.

This is the farthest you two had gone. You were just in a tank top underneath him. Your panties were taken off and bra was long gone. Niall only had his boxers on. Everything was fine. Everything will be fine.

That was the mantra that you repeated over and over again. You loved Niall and you wanted to give him this part of you. But as soon as his fingers ran over you and he soaked his fingers-it all came back and you froze.

The flashbacks of everything. The rough hands. The not so gentle way you were touched. It was all without your permission. You were forced to do things that you didn't want to. Body parts forced into you that you didn't want. You said no. "No! No no no!" You shake your head and push Niall off, tears filling your eyes. You blink and rub your eyes to get the image of him out of your head. The way he made you feel. You weren't living in the moment with Niall. You were living in the moment with him.

"What? What is it? I'm sorry!" Niall sits up and dries his fingers on the bed sheet. After that, he pulls it over your lower half of your body. He sees your tears and cups your cheek, "What did I do? Am I not making you feel good? We don't have to do this." He presses, trying to comfort you.

You pull away and shake your head, "It's not you, it's me." You whisper out.

"Baby... Talk to me. Please. I love you. I want this with you but only if and when you're ready." He says soothingly.

Your eyes searched his worried blue ones. You could see the love in them... How could you not tell him, "Niall... I need to tell you something. Something that is really close to me and really, really hurt me. All of this, it has nothing to do with you." You nod as you speak to Niall, who watches you carefully. With a deep breath, you tell him what happened. And you very much wished it never happened.

Niall watches you after you finish. His eyes were unblinking, he took in your tearful expression. He pulls you to him and hugs him to your chest, "Oh baby." He murmurs and kisses your temple lightly. "I am sorry. You should have never, ever, EVER, had that happen to you Y/N-he was sick to do this to. This does not define you. This does not and should not keep you from a fruitful and full future." He whispers, his eyes hard on yours. "This is something that should give you motivation to give you a big FUCK YOU to everyone in the world that thinks you're broken because of this." He pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. "I love you. Even more. You trust me and baby. We can take this as slow as you want. As fast as you want. This is about keeping you comfortable and making sure you feel good with complete permission from you."

Tears slipped down your cheeks as he spoke. You could feel the love rolling off of his words. It wasn't your fault. And sometimes, the world does need a big fuck you. You were here to do just that.