Exit Wounds- A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction

Chapter 10

Nani’s POV:

                I couldn’t stop thinking about Niall. Didn’t he know what singing was? When he asked me what I was doing he sounded genuinely confused and frustrated. Was he frustrated because he was confused or for another reason?

                When he came out of the bathroom I had seen that he had changed clothes and his eyes once again sucked me, drowning me in their blueness. They were distressed and distant now. He definitely was never happy doing what he does so why does he do it? Looking back on it, he didn’t even seem happy before he kidnapped me at the bar, despite the charming smile he had faked.

                He walked to the drawer and dropped the small journal into it carelessly, ripping me from my thoughts. When he had seen the journal at first he was in his own little world and he seemed to have pain in his eyes. I could only watch in curious horror as he left into the bathroom with determination and a distant glare. He was unaware of the rest of the world around him; all he cared about was that journal.

                I had started to sing again after he questioned me about it but then my own questions blurred my thinking and before I realized it, I had stopped singing all together. But now watching him, a small smirk on his lips, and eyes hollow and faded as he locked the drawer my mind couldn’t help but think; why was that journal so important to him? Are kidnappers even supposed to have journals?

                My eyes widened, now snapped out of my thoughts, as a small drop of blood dripped down from his fingers and onto the carpet. Why was he bleeding? Did he just kill someone in the bathroom and that loud Thunk! sound was his final blow?

                He just looked blankly at the now locked drawer so I slowly walked towards the bathroom and glanced inside. There was no body and no window so he couldn’t have dumped a body if there was one. But as I looked up I saw the pocket knife wedged deeply into the wall. He threw that?

                My eyes widened at the knife and I quickly turned around to walk out but I ran straight into something hard. I let out a scream in fear and fell backwards in response. As I looked up I saw Niall looking at me with his eyebrow raised like I was the crazy one here. I felt my face heat up bright red and felt foolish as I stood back up slowly. I looked back down at his finger and another drop of blood dripped down.

“A-Are you bleeding?” I asked to try and hide my embarrassment.

                He glanced down at his hand and didn’t seem fazed by the blood. Instead he just shrugged slightly. “I guess so. It’s not really a big deal Nani, it’s just blood.” He said it so innocently it shocked me and made my heart melt a bit. Was there and innocent side to his harsh shell?

                I gently took his hand with a new sense of courage. At first he flinched, trying to pull away from me, but I just gripped tighter making him wince. I felt a little bad, but not bad enough to let go. He just looked at me and didn’t make a move to get away. I could slowly see myself breaking down his walls and I knew he was fighting it but he could no longer deny the sadness in his eyes. However, I never expected to hear the next words that came out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry…” he said quietly.