Exit Wounds- A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction

Chapter 13

Niall’s POV:

                I sped down the street as fast as I could, making every sharp turn I could in a desperate attempt to get away from that house. I was sitting on the couch watching the new channels, making sure there were no missing person reports, and then suddenly I just heard this blood curdling screaming going on from Nani’s room. I immediately grabbed my gun and ran upstairs thinking she was being raped but it was only a nightmare.

                I tried yelling for her to wake up at the top of my lungs but it didn’t work so I tossed my gun aside and climbed on top of her and began shaking her until finally she woke up and began freaking out more. She sobbed and screamed so loud my ears hurt. I told her it was me but she just kept screaming in hysterics. So I did the only thing I could think of to shut a girl up; I kissed her.

                The kiss was short but its details were amazing. It sent electricity shooting through my body, feeling her warm lips against mine could become an addiction worse than cocaine. Her lips were soft and as I pressed mine to her firmly she stopped struggling. Unfortunately the struggle was replaced by a heavy and unexpected slap to the face, literally.

                Man she could sure pack a slap with immense power. As I sped down the avenues my cheek still throbbed. I was trying to help her calm down, although don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the kiss a lot. Her kiss was different from the other girls. Her kiss drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I guess that’s where the saying ‘burning passion’ comes from.

                Harry was right; I should never allow myself to get close to anyone because all they will ever do is hurt you. They play your heart strings into a beautiful tune before ripping it right out of your chest and stabbing it. I shook away the dementing thoughts now entering my mind and I sped to the nearest bar.

                Anger pulsed through my veins raging within me and ripping at me as if clawing at the inside trying to escape my own darkness of my soul. Maybe I could drown the anger in alcohol and it wouldn’t hurt so fucking bad.

                I needed a drink and right now I just couldn’t go home. I pulled into the parking lot quickly and practically leapt out of my car as I stormed into the bar. As I busted through the doors the bartended watched me with wide eyes as he realized something was wrong.

“You look stressed Niall, what happened?” he asked as he got me the usual. I reached across and fisted his shirt slamming him into the counter and cracking the glass.

“Don’t fucking talk to me you bastard. You get paid to serve me drunks until my heart stops not to make small chat about how the weather was today.” I growled between my clenched teeth and released his shirt roughly.

                Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked at me wide eyed. I simply narrowed my eyes and spat on the ground. They act like they have never seen me before. The bartender shakily picked himself up off the ground and went to finish getting me my drink while trembling.  I smirked at this satisfaction knowing I haunt some of these people’s nightmares. Some of these people pray every morning to their God, hoping I will never cross their path.

                I picked up the strongest drink that they carried and easily chugged it as its burn coursed its way down my throat like a snake’s venom. I ordered another one and he gave it to me quickly which only made me smirk to myself more. People work quicker when they’re scared.

Two drinks down, a lifetime left to drown.