Stay (Niall Horan)

Chapter 8

My body was carried into my apartment by Niall.  I'm suprised he could carry me because I was always insecure about my weight.  It's not that I'm heavy,  I just don't have a 'thigh gap' or 'hip bones'.  No girl needs those to feel beautiful.  

Niall tried to grab the keys from my purse but I woke up and got them out instead.  

"You're awake."   The blonde boy said, staring at me.  He put me down and kissed my head.  

"Do you want to stay over night Niall?"  Niall set me down so I could put the key into the lock.  

"Uh, yeah.  I have work tomorrow so I would have to leave early.  Don't you have work also?"  The door swung open, revealing a dark living room.  I switched on the light and closed the door behind Niall, who was still waiting for my answer.  

"Yes I do, but not until 12."  Niall kicked off his white Nike shoes and walked toward my bedroom, until I stopped him. 

"Hey wait!  Where do you work?  You never told me, Niall."  He stopped dead in his tracks and turned  around bouldly.  

"None of your business."  He shot back making me confused.  

"Come on Niall, tell me."  I joked, punching his shoulder.  Niall's face was still serious.  

 He grabbed both of my shoulders and shoved me against the wall forcefully.  

"I said I'm not telling you!"  Tears filled up in my eyes and I stood there frozen.  What was going on and why was he being so aggresive?  Niall's eyes were locked on mine for what felt like hours.  They were not as blue as before and his grip was hurting me.  

"N-Niall let go!"  I yelled. 

"No.  Don't ask about my job again.  Got it?"  His face was inches from mine.  

"Y-Yes."  With that, he let go and I fell to the floor.  I brought my knees to my face until he walked into my bedroom.  About five minutes later,  I walked in.  Niall was in the shower and I snuck in to brush my teeth.  When I was finished,  I closed the door slowly and changed into pajamas.  I decided it would be best if I slept on the couch.  

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Niall's Pov:  

I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my body.   The bathroom door was closed, not how I left it.  

"Sammi?"  I walked into the bedroom and saw that she wasn't in here.  Quiet sobs filled the dark living room and I knew it was her.  When I walked over,  she pretended like she was sleeping but I knew she was faking.  Her head popped up and she couldn't look at me in the eyes.  I remembered what I had done earlier.  Did I over react? I don't want her to know what I put up with a my job.  

"Get away from me."  Sam whispered.  I gripped the bidge of my nose and placed my hand on her shoulder lightly.  

"Ouch! Stop! Don't touch me."  She wiggled down onto the couch and cried loudly.  

"What's wrong?  I came in here to appoligize" Sam sat up and pushed her shirt to the side, revealing bruises and nail marks in her skin.  

"S-Sam.   I'm so sorry, I didn't know."  I shifted down on my knees infront of the brown couch.  She lifted her hand and whimpered as she touched my markings.  What is wrong with me?  Why would I hurt such a perfect girl?  

"Will you please come and sleep in your bedroom?"  I asked her, cupping Sam's face.  She sighed and folded the blankets.  I knew she wasn't going to speak to me the rest of the night so I grabbed her hand and led her into the room.  It wasn't long before we both drifted to sleep.