In The Shadows (Niall Horan DARK Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

*it's been a busy week, bare with me*

*Savannah POV*

For the rest of the car journey not a lot happened, Niall and I were chatting for a little while, he is a really great listener...

Unless he wasn't paying attention.

The car came to a stop and I looked around. It was half 4pm and we were back in Yorkshire, and i recognized that at the quiet end of town. But even though it was quiet here all the houses were really big and new looking. Which didn't make much sense.

"They've been trying to make this area more popular lately. Making new houses and stuff..." Niall said before getting out of the car and I got out my side completely forgetting I couldn't walk.

I let out a yelp in pain and fell to the ground, but before I landed Niall had caught me.

"I normally like to go on a few days before you fall for me love" He said smirking down at me before helping me up to my feet.

I ignored him completely and stared at the house infront of me.

"This yours?" I asked turning towards Niall who was unloading my suitcase from the car.

It only reminded me that I should still be angry with him.

"Mine...and the boys" He said before unlocking the door and placing my case inside. Then he walked back up to me, picked me up and carried me inside.

This place was huge.

I was greeted by a white hallway with a staircase on the right, the floor was laminated and the stairs were wood. There were doors going along the left side of the hallway with rooms I had yet to discover.

"This better not be a smelly teenage boy house" I said taking small steps and leaning on the white wall for support.

I really hope my stomach heals soon...

Niall laughed at my response before walking alongside me,at my slow speed, probably ready incase I fell.

We reached the first door and I reached to open it.

"Wait." Niall said quickly stopping me.

"Stay here for a moment." He said opening the door revealing a nice looking kitchen.

"I'll be back out in a minute. Do not open this door." He said sternly before pushing the door shut and I heard his footsteps walking away..

Two minutes passed and I was starting to get impatient.

Maybe he was tidying up?...

I turned towards the door and I realized he hadn't closed it properly. It was open a small crack.

Should I go in?

I couldn't hear anything...

I put my face up to the crack and squinted through.

Oh my god.

I quickly turned away and leant on the wall once again placing a hand over my mouth to hide the gasp I was about to release. I closed my eyes tight trying to get the image I just saw out of my head...

Niall was standing by the fridge drinking blood out of a clear bag...

And the look on his face... Oh god I'm going to throw up. I don't think he saw me... His eyes were closed.

I heard him let out a sigh and curse under his breath and I heard the sound of something dropping into a rubbish bin and footsteps getting louder.

Did he hear me?
Of course he did. He can hear anything. I feel so stupid... Fuck fuck fuck.

The door next to me swung open and I was greeted by an angry Niall.

"I told you. Not to come in for a reason." He said sounding rather angry.

"I'm s-sorry! Really I-I am... You were taking ages..." I said stuttering almost every word. Great.

He let out a sigh before leaning on the wall next to me, closing his eyes for a few moments

"The only reason I didn't want you to see is..." He started before looking at me, and he looked and sounded alot calmer.

"I'm not proud of it myself. In fact, I hate it. I hate being... The way I am. Nobody understands, the other lads like it. B-but..." His voice cracked a little and he shook his head looking away.

I felt really sorry for him sometimes... He never opened up to me, not once. He was so interested in my life... It's obviously not a thing he likes to talk about...

"Well... What now because I'm kinda tired?" I said changing the subject.

"Well are ya hungry?" He asked. I will never forget his accent.

"Nope. My stomach is still hurting." I answered.

"I'll take you to your bed..." he said grinning before lifting me up and carrying me up the wooden stairs.

It's only 4pm... I probably won't sleep much, so I'll probably get up later tonight.

At the top we walked along the hallway until we got to the room at the end.

The room was dark blue with blue carpet and a matching bedding.

He closed the door behind us and placed me down on the bed.

It was really comfortable.

"Don't tell me you expected a castle with coffins" He joked taking off his coat and hanging it up on the door.

"Actually it's a really nice house." I replied giggling slightly.

Wait... Where was he sleeping? If this is his bed then...

He closed the curtains at the window that was next to me and turned the bedroom light off.

I'm not having him in the same bed as me again.

"Niall no way-" I began to protest but he stopped me.

"In your house we slept at your rules, in my house we sleep under mine. Ya got no choice love."

I hated it when he was cocky. Even in that accent. I need to stop thinking he's all good...

I couldn't be bothered to change right now, I'd probably hurt my stomach again anyway. It was already bruised.

Niall kicked off his black jeans and supras before changing from his white t shirt into a white vest that hung low under his arms and by his chest.

He clambered into the double bed next to me and pulled the duvet over both of us.

"Goodnight." He whispered lying on his side facing away from me.

"Night." I whispered back with my voice cracking. I suddenly had the need to cry.

I really didn't want to be here. He can be as nice as he wants, that won't change a thing. My life is in danger everywhere I go.

Everywhere.

I rolled over so we were lying back to back and I felt a tear escape my eye as I cried silently.

*This is really short and shitty, I know. I've got alot of work to get done right now, sorry it's short.*