A different side to one direction

Chasing cars

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I blink once, then twice, before taking soft breaths, fully waking up.

I look around my surroundings carefully; my arms numb from their painful position and the rest of my body sore from last night. I manage to twist myself around with the handcuffs to look left, expecting Harry's body but finding nobody.

I swivel to the other side, and see Niall playing with his phone, sitting on the edge of the sleeping pod. I knew I shouldn't call for him since he was practically in the kidnappers' camp, but I couldn't help it.

"Ni... all. Niall," I whine clumsily. His head snaps in my direction and he throws his phone behind him, before coming to cradle me lovingly. He sits on the side of the bed, placing me almost fully on him. I wince as his hands brush some bruises and a sob escapes my lips remembering the harshness of Harry's actions.

"Shhh. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" he mumbles in my hair. "I got so worried last night after Harry kicked me out in anger."

"I don't know... Every part of my body feels anaesthetized." I reply, voice slightly hoarse.

"It's because of that weird position you slept in." He kisses the top of my head, rubbing my shoulders sympathetically. His hands retire from me and he pats around in his pockets. They come back out with a key, and Niall reaches to un-handcuff me.

My arms feel weighty as soon as they're free, falling heavily on my pillows. I have difficulty moving my numb arms as I bring them to hug myself, cuddling up to Niall at the same time. He brings the sheets up to cover my naked body. My lower lip's quivering and I feel that I'm on the verge of tears, though I refuse to let it out, wanting to feel strong about all that happened yesterday.

Niall's hand combs through my hair affectionately, but notices I'm holding back tears.

"Let it all out Soph.... You can cry..." He soothes in my ear.

I shake my head no, but give in anyways and start sobbing, clutching his shirt like a life jacket while he plants sweet kisses on the top of my head.

"You'll be alright love... It's over..." He keeps saying softly, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"No its not..." I sob. "Harry hates me. He'll keep doing this to me." I continue, my flow of tears slowing a little to look into his blue orbs.

"Sweetheart, Harry doesn't hate you. He just has the wrong way of showing his feelings. Anger fueled his actions yesterday... You should've seen him this morning, he seemed quite angry after himself." Niall murmurs in his sweet Irish accent. He kisses the top of my nose.

"Where did he go this morning?" I ask, letting the warm feeling of Niall's company take over.

"You woke up not long after he left. He went downstairs in the living room where we all sat and he said he couldn't bare facing your tears this morning, so he sent me up instead."

I dry up my tears, and realise something's wrong. I squirm a little and feel the object Harry had put in me yesterday rub my inner walls. Then I feel it move again as I try huddling closer to Niall.

"Umm. Niall?" I ask, cheeks flushing burgundy. I exhale loudly, not believing I was actually gonna ask this to him.

"Hmm?" He hums in response, playing with strands of my hair.

"Yesterday night, Harry put uhh... An object in me. I would take it out myself, but I don't feel my arms." I look down while finishing my sentence.

"Right. He told me about that. How do... uhh.... How do you umm...want me to do this?" He replies nervously, cheeks flaming red. I could tell he was as embarrassed as me about doing this.