Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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Somehow I managed to break out of Niall's grasp before he woke up from his seemingly never ending sleep. Without him knowing of his actions while he was sleeping, he serenaded me with Taylor Swift songs up until about an hour ago. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing each time he mumbled a lyric sleepily. If I ever were to tell him what he did, he would shut me down and deny it. I couldn't fall asleep with comedic gold happening.

It was one of the best memories I have had in a while. Storing it safely in my mind, I stood up off the bed carefully. Here I was laughing at him singing in his sleep when I should be hating him. After all, he did leave my brother when he knew their station would be bombed. He also kidnapped me.

Words could not even begin to describe how angry that made me, but then there was the latest entry of his journal that made me stop for a moment to think. Had Niall saved me, and if he did, who was one of his men that he shot?

It made my skin crawl knowing that if Niall was talking about me that I was walking down here with the guy who violated me, and I couldn't escape if he tried again. Could it be Ashton, Calum, or Luke? Or was it someone I hadn't even met yet that had been lurking in the shadows?

There was so many questions that were unanswered and would probably remain that way for a while. I wanted to scream at Niall and tell him he was an awful person, that I hated him so deeply for holding me captive. No matter how hard I tried to force myself to mutter those words, though, I couldn't bring myself to do it to him. Hadn't he suffered enough through his life?

Reading his journal, I knew he didn't grow up in a shiny big house like I had. And where my parents were there to watch me grow up, his probably weren't. I'm not saying I was so close to my parents, but I'm betting he didn't even know his at all. We did have one thing in common, though.

Our siblings had both been taken from us far too early. Niall had lost himself trying to find his sister, and I had lost myself waiting for my brother to come back. So in way we were both kind of in the same boat. We lost a piece of ourselves when they vanished, and maybe that was why I couldn't bring myself to hurt him any further than he already had been.

All in good time things would fall into place.

A  loud rustle from the bed made me turn my attention towards it, eyeing an awake Niall. He sat up and rubbed the sleep away from his blue eyes. Those blue eyes flashed up suddenly noticing he wasn't alone and locked onto mine. Sleep seemed to make his eyes glow impossibly brighter, momentarily blinding me.

Where they once were a sky blue, they were now a crystal clear blue. "You're up early," he noted, voice gravelly. You could tell that he had a good nights sleep, because his voice was deep with content. I don't know why his morning voice had such an effect on me, but I felt myself blushing.

My hands fanned over my cheeks nervously, afraid I had gotten caught. Butterflies swarmed into my stomach as he stared at me, examining me like a piece of art. This boy scared the living daylights out of me, but I had to stop letting him know he had an effect on me just by staring.

The word from his journal suddenly floated into my fuzzy mind. Beautiful. Surely he hadn't have been talking about me. "Didn't sleep any," I finally mustered, dropping my hands from my face. Lame, so lame Tylie. At some point in the night Niall had lost his shirt, and when he stood up I was met with the full topless Niall.

Deep lines took up his stomach, forming perfect abs. His hip bones jutted out forming a sharp V. My mouth dropped open and my eyes bugged out, never seeing this much of a guy before. Why, why, oh lord why was I attracted to my kidnapper? He's a bad person, Tylie, I reminded myself.