I Am Wanderer (Sequel to I Am Prostitute) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4: Holdin' On

Song: Holdin On by Flume (picture of Andy on the side)

***Niall’s POV***

God damn it my head hurts. Why won’t it stop thumping? I opened my eyes and quickly shut them again due to the blinding light. Fuck, this feels like deja vu. I slowly opened my eyes again, letting them adjust to the light. I heard soft snoring coming from beside me, so I rolled my head towards the noise. Aww, Zayn. His mouth was slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing. I lifted a hand and gently carded it through Zayn’s soft hair. His snoring ceased, and his eyelids began to flutter.

“Hey…” I whispered. His eyes focused on me, and then suddenly he was fully awake.

“Nia-James!” He corrected himself. Was he about to call me Niall? “You’re awake!”He engulfed me into a tight hug. “I was so worried.”

“What happened?” I asked once he had let go. “Where am I?” Zayn took hold of one of my hands, and gently rubbed his thumb against my skin.

“We were on our date, we had just finished eating. I kissed you, and then… Then you just, fainted.”

“Fainted?”

“You collapsed in my arms. I was so scared. When you didn’t wake up, I put you into the car and drove you home. What do you remember?”

“I…” I wasn’t sure whether I should tell him that he called me Niall, or the dream. “I remember eating the pasta, you saying that you love me, and then…”

“And then?” I looked him directly in his golden eyes.

“You called me Niall. As I was drifting in and out of consciousness, you called me Niall.” His grip on my hand tightened, and he became shifty. “Why did you call me Niall? My name is James… Isn’t it?” He got up and began to pace around the small area in the room. I watched him pull his hair and rub his face. “Zayn?”

“SHUT UP!” I gasped and sunk down into the bed. Uh oh. I really don’t like angry Zayn.

“Zee baby…”

“I told you to SHUT UP! Fuck!” I shut my mouth and didn’t say another word. I barely even breathed. His pacing slowed down, and he started to relax a little. He sat down next to the bed again, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was still mad at me. “What else do you remember?” He spoke slowly. “Tell me everything.”

“W-while I was u-unconscious,” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the storm. “I had a d-dream.”

“What was it about?”

“T-there were three lads.” I scrunched my eyes trying to remember. “One had really short brown hair with brown eyes, one had windswept brown hair with blue eyes.”

“What about the third?” I could feel that Zayn was tense, and I didn’t want to tell him. So I kept my mouth shut. “WHAT ABOUT THE THIRD!” He yelled. Told you.

“He- He had b-brown curly hair, and… green eyes.” He took a deep and shaky breath.

“And what did they say to you?”

“They-they…” He grabbed me ruffly by the cheek, and forced me to look at him.

“Spit it out.”

“They called me Niall. And the curly-haired one said that he told me he’d find me again… What does that mean?” Zayn stood up and walked towards the window, allowing me to sit up and rub my sore jaw. “Why did they call me Niall?

“Because,” He turned to face me, “that’s your real name.” I looked up at him in shock.

“W-what do you mean?” He strode towards the bed, and I coward in fear.

“Your real name is Niall James Horan, and yes you did try to kill yourself. So I brought you here.”

“Why did I try to kill myself? And why would you lie to me?” What I thought was guilt flickered through his eyes, but was soon replaced by malice and hatred.

“You tried to kill yourself because your son of a bitch boyfriend, the curly-haired lad, he…”

“He what?” A smug look appeared on his face, and he calmly placed a hand on my arm. A little too calmly.

“He raped you. Left you for nothing. He thought you were worthless, a toy. So you found a piece of glass, and cut your wrists. By the time I found you, you were unconscious. I took you to the hospital. They stitched you up and gave you some medication to knock you out so you would recover. That’s when I flew you here, to keep you away from him, the sick bastard.” I stared into his eyes, trying to determine if he was lying or not. From what I saw in the dream, Harry didn’t seem like the person to hurt me like that. He was gentle and caring; his touches soft and his movements graceful. None like Zayn. With him it is always ruff and demanding. His eyes always cold and frightening.

“I… I don’t believe you.” His grip on my arm tightened, until I could no longer feel it. “L-let go of me.”

“No.” He reached over and grabbed my other arm, trapping me with his body. “You are mine Niall. MINE!” I started to kick and scream, hoping that I would be able to break free from his death-like grip. I squirmed and kicked and spat, but nothing would lessen his hold on me.

“HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! ANYBODY PLEASE!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. He chuckled and held me close.

“Nobody can hear you.” He whispered in my ear. Finally I managed to free one of my hands, and I punched him square in the jaw. Ouch, my hand is probably broken now, should’ve thought of that.

“You little shit. You’re gonna pay for that.” My eyes widened in terror, and his caramel iris’s turned midnight black, and not in the good way. He threw me onto the wall and I landed on the floor with a thump. I could feel bruises forming all over my body already. I watched as Zayn locked the bedroom door, went into the cupboard, and emerged with rope and a thick piece of cloth. No, he can’t be doing what I think he is. I started to scream again, my voice quickly becoming hoarse. “Shut up.” He punched my jaw, just like I had done to him moments before. Grabbing the cloth, he forced it into my mouth and tied it around my head, gagging me. Next, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed, my head hitting the wooden headboard. He climbed on top of me and took hold of both my arms. Using the rope he tied them nice and tight to the wood, making sure that they wouldn’t come undone. He then used the rest of the rope to tie my two legs to the base of the bed, spreading me out like a star fish. “This should make it easier for me to access you when I feel like punishing you.”

“Mhphfm mfphmphm mhphmhp.” He chuckled at my attempts to speak through the gag.

“You were right not to believe me. Harry didn’t rape you. I did.” He turned and walked towards the door. He opened it and stepped through, but before he closed it, he turned to me with a sadistic smile on his face. “Sweet dreams cutie.”



***Andy’s POV***
“Ughh.” Really? 8 o’clock on a fucking Saturday!? Can’t hose two give it a rest already? I rubbed my hands over my face, in hope that it will clear me of my sleepiness. The people in the apartment next to mine have been going at it like rabbits since 11 pm LAST NIGHT. You’d think they’d get tired. Oh no, not them. What’s even worse is the fact that they’re gay. Now don’t go all hatin’ on me, I have nothing against gay people, except for the fact that when they’re having sex, I can’t even get off to it. Because well, you know, neither of them are girls. And I’m straight. Duhh. If it were two girls…. Anyways, I’m going to fucking kill them if they don’t stop soon.

*10 minutes later*

“PLEASE CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I had knocked on their door, sick of the groaning and moaning, and the occasional scream of ‘HARDER!’. Suddenly, the door flew open, and a very naked young man stood in front of me. “Oh… erm, I was just… um… Y-you’ve been going all night and I kind of need my rest so…” He stared at me blankly with one eyebrow raised.

“Antonio, babe? Chi è alla porta?” The first guy (who I’m guessing is Antonio) turned around to show another naked young man. For fucks sakes. “Oh. Non ti preoccupare, parlerò con lui.” Antonio nodded and walked away leaving me with the next naked person. “Sorry, he’s Italian, doesn’t speak any English.” So that’s why he was looking at me funny. “How can I help?”

“Erm, I just came to ask if you guys had finished, cause… um, you’ve been going all night and the walls are pretty thin and I live in the next apartment and I could hear you and Antonio and I’m really tired.” I heaved a breath after finished my little speech. “So… um, yeah.” The naked guy chuckled and I noticed his stomach muscles flex - not that I’m looking that far or anything.

“Sorry, he’s really fit and can go all night. When he’s on his knees, he doesn’t even have a gag reflex and…”

“Yeah, okay. Cool. That’s more than I wanted to know…” I looked at the ground flustered. But why am I this flustered? I’m a guy! Sex is what we do!Maybe it’s because a really fit naked guy is standing… Wait… and his dick is so… WHOLLY CRAP IT’S MASSIVE! I quickly brought my eyes back up to his face, only to find it smirking.

“Like what you see?” I cleared my throat nervously, and chuckled (kind of).

“N-no. I’m straight.”

“Riighht. And I’m the queen.” I mumbled a ‘I’m not gay’ but I don’t think he heard me because he continued, “Anyways I’m sorry about last night, but yeah we’re done. Have a nice sleep!” And he shut the door in my face. Stupid prick. I grumbled all the way back to my room (about 5 steps) and slammed the door behind me.

I quickly ran to my bed and flopped myself onto it, welcoming the warmth. I was just about drifting off to sleep when I heard a scream. “You’ve got to be fucking me.” No moaning or more screaming followed so I took as though someone must’ve accidentally hurt themselves, when suddenly a piercing scream rang through the air; and it definitely was not a sex scream.

“HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP ME! ANYBODY PLEASE!!” What the hell? It sounded like someone was being raped! I flung my curtains and looked out my window to the next-door neighbours. From where I was standing, I could make out a tanned young man, probably in his early 20’s pick up a blonde pale boy, and throw him across the room. Wholly shit. I have to do something! I grabbed my keys (you never know when you’ll need them) and ran out of my apartment and into Antonio or maybe it was the other naked guy (I’m not sure, I didn’t stick around to check) and went on my way.

Sprinting down the steps, I went to take off as soon as my feet touched the ground, but instead of taking off like superman, I fell flat on my face. Way to go Andy. Getting up and brushing my self off, I hear another scream. Shit, he really needs my help. I ran to their front door and was about to knock when my conscious slapped me in the head. You idiot. You can’t just knock on the door and say ‘Oh hey I heard some screaming and I saw you throw the boy across the room, is everything alright?’. Dickhead. I mentally made a sticky note to thank my conscious later, and made my way around to the side of the house. I looked up at the window sill on the second floor and contemplated my options. How the bloody hell am I supposed to get up there? Looking around me, I saw that the fence dividing our two yards, reaches pretty close to the window sill, and it’s pretty close to their house too. I reckon if I jumped a little bit I’d be able to grab onto the window sill and pull myself up. Perfect!

I am now regretting my decision. This fence is very high up, and let’s just say that I’m not a very big fan of heights. Why didn’t I just call the cops? Oh that’s right, BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO BE A BIG BOY, DIDN’T YOU ANDY? I mentally scrunched up the sticky note, and made a new one to remind me to punch my conscious in the balls. Plucking up my courage I took a (shaky) steady breath and braced myself for the jump. Just fucking do it already Andy! Here I go…

I landed on the window sill with a thump, and prayed that the tanned boy didn’t hear it. Heaving myself up (I really should start to eat healthier), I rested my weight onto the ledge and peered through the glass. I gasped. The blonde boy is gagged, and tied up onto the bed with both hands tied against the headboard and his legs to either side of the bed. How horrible! I began tapping on the glass lightly, not sure of where the tanned boy is. Blondie turned his head towards me, panic filling his eyes. I motioned to the window and he nodded frantically. I pushed the window up (thanking god that it was open cause I don’t know how much longer that ledge would’ve supported me) and clambered through. I ran over to the bed and began to undo the material in his mouth. As soon as his mouth was free he looked up at me a murmured, “Hurry.” Frantically I started to undo the knots around his writs, but damn they were tight! Was this guy in the friggen Navy or something? Once I had both hands undone, we both worked on the knots on his legs. Both our heads shot up at the sound of the front door slamming.

“Nialler! I’m home baby! Time for your punishment!” Punishment? Nialler (I’m guessing that’s blondie’s name) looked at me petrified and I could tell what he was thinking. How the bloody hell are we supposed to get out of here? I searched around the room for another way out, but the only options we have are through the door or out the window. We can’t go out the door, as we surely would be caught. I ran to the window and looked down. We were meters above the ground, too many to even think of landing safely, and if we tried to land on the fence, we would surely fall off and die. We were trapped. We heard footsteps outside the room, getting ever closer with each passing second. Nialler hid his small body behind me and whimpered. The door handle began to twist and the door was slowly pushed open.

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~

Oh god, i'm a terrible person.

Please don't eat me.