Here For You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

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I was back in Ryan's bedroom, skimming over the books over and over.

"Cara!!" I looked over to find Niall in the corner of the room staring at me with his bright eyes. But the brightness soon faded and his excited expression was replaced with one of horror. He jolted forward trying to move, but his feet seemed to be glued to the ground. His eyes focused behind me.

I tried to make my way over to him until a pair of arms wrapped around me tight, pulling me away from Niall. I was body slammed on the floor and I looked over me to see Ryan, his eyes completely black, like a demon's.

I was pinned to the floor as he straddled my waist, and held my wrists above my head. I could hear Niall screaming for him to get off of me, but Ryan just smiled, making his black eyes somehow glow.

Niall had to stand there and watch as my clothes were ripped to shreds and I was assaulted until I lay on the floor, mutilated, silent and bloody. He screams soon turned to sobs as Kyle made his way off me, making his way to Niall, and kneeing him in the stomach, grabbing both sides of his neck and jerked it around. I heard a sickening snap.

"NO!" I jolted awake, dripping with sweat. I didn't realize I was crying until I wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

A nightmare. It was all just a terrible. Terrible. Nightmare. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. The reflection staring back at me in the mirror made my stomach churn. I was pale, dark circles under my eyes and my eyes were bloodshot. My hair that Liza had made curly was now a frizzy knotted mess on the top of my head.

The images from the nightmare kept forcing themselves in my head and I tried to hold back the tears that were brimming over my eyes. But there was no use. I let the tears come and I welcomed the hollowing pain that came along with it.

My sobbing got to the point where I started getting another tight and familiar pain in my chest. I tried my best to take deep breaths but I just kept choking from the lack of air. I was already sat on the bathroom floor, so when I felt the bile rise in my throat, I just slid over to the toilet, letting out all the rest of the toxins and some clear liquid.

Great. Another panic attack. And I didn't have Niall here to hold me and tell me everything is going to be alright.

Niall.

I have to call him again. I have to hear his voice, even if it comes from his voicemail. I picked myself off the bathroom floor and made my way to my phone that was lying on my bedside table. The phone rang and rang and it finally went to his voicemail. More tears fell at the sound of his voice. I sniffled before the beep came.

*beeeep*

"Hey babe. Umm. I just wanted to call you to say I love you. And no matter what happens to me, that will never change." My voice started breaking at the last part.

"And I.. I.. I'm just so terrified Ni," I started breaking down again over the phone.

"I don't want to go any longer without you but I know I have no other choice. I just. I don't feel safe here without you. I feel vulnerable and I hate it. I hate it here. I want to go home. I want you. I need you. But I know I can't have you." I sobbed. Finally I reached the voicemail's time limit and it cut off.

I threw the phone across the room, cracking the top of the screen. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the side of the bed.

Deep breaths, Cara. Deep breaths. I said to myself over and over, banging my head against the bed, eyes screwed shut.

The tightness in my chest eventually faded and I retrieved my phone from the other side of the room. I pulled up a picture of Niall and I, one of the last pictures we took actually. I laid in bed just staring at it. I eventually drifted off to sleep for the second time tonight. Luckily, no more nightmares. For now.