Request From melaniehoran200 {PART ONE}

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Niall's POV
I have serious suspicions that my flat is haunted. It's usually only a creak here and there. But lately, it's been numerous loud thumps. As if someone is stomping slowly up my stairs. But they aren't obviously, because I live alone and I've checked so many times for someone there.

I'm honestly beginning to become a bit frightened. I've never dealt with something so mysterious. (Although, Zayn was a close second...) What if it was mean? What if it tries to kill me? Would I be able to call for help? Who would I even call?

I groaned and rolled over. There was another loud thud coming up my stairs. Might as well go check. Maybe just this once, I'd see something that would tell me whats going on. I practically rolled out of my bed, hitting the floor with a small thump. Making my way across the floor, I walked out my door.

I was met with darkness and an equal amount of silence. Then I heard it behind me. A stomp, as if someone was wearing Harry's boots and just slammed their foot down on my floor as hard as they could. I turned around, only to be met with a harsh shove into the stairs. I tried to catch myself on the railing but I was pushed to hard.

I tumbled to the bottom of the stairs, feeling a horrible pain in a my arm as it cracked loudly. My phone landed beside me, having fallen out of my hand during my fall. Thankfully, I grabbed it right before something pushed me towards the kitchen by my neck. I screamed as best I could, hoping the neighbors or someone would hear and call the police or something.

It became hard to breath as glass shattered all around me. A glass that had water in it before, shattered above me, cutting my chest and arms. I could feel the bruises forming all around my body. I could feel the air slowly being sucked out of me as I was smashed into a wall, then promptly thrown back across the room, towards the piles of glass.

"Please! St-op!" I screamed sobbing at the pain pulsating throughout my whole body. I grabbed my phone, clicking the first contact I saw and putting it on speaker phone, not able to lift my throbbing arm any longer. I had no idea who I'd called, except that I had them on speed dial. (It could have been the pizza guy for all I knew.)

"Niall, mate? Why are you calling me at three in the bloody morning?" A slightly annoyed Bradford accent ran through the speaker. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Zayn- my favorite man in the whole world.

"Zayn! Help!" I screamed, sobbing loudly. My chest was tightening and I found it even harder to breathe. I could hear all of my kitchen drawers opening and closing roughly, silverware and pan clashing together with such a loud noise that I couldn't even hear Zayn's frantic reply.

I knew somehow that Zayn was coming to my flat, even though I didn't hear him say it himself. I huffed out a breath. Everything had become quiet. I was terrified. Everytime I sobbed, it felt like someone was smashing a hammer onto my ribs and my back. I tried not to go to sleep. But I was so tired. Maybe I'd just rest my eyes until Zayn got here. He wouldn't mind, right?
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Zayn POV
I frantically turned my car off and opened my door. I didn't know exactly what was going on with Niall but I couldn't waste one precious moment thinking about it. I swear, if I get here and he's only out of popcorn, I'll ring his beautiful neck. I love him to pieces. But he could never love me back, not like that, of course.

I ran up the steps of his flat, making sure not to trip since his light wasn't on. I slammed his door open, frantically searching for where he would be. I flicked in every single light switch I felt. I had to find my Irish baby! I ran into the kitchen, feeling glass crunch beneath my shoes.

"Oh my goodness!" I screamed, dropping to the floor by a half conscious, Niall. He had cuts and bruises all over his chest and arms. "Niall, sunshine? What happened? Did someone break in, my little sun? I promise everything will be okay, soon! You're gonna be fine..." I rambled sitting next to him and sweeping hair out of his beautiful face.

Niall mumbled something incoherent, nodding off slightly. I was sobbing my now as I quickly called 911.

"911. What's your emer-"

"Please! My friend! He's half conscious on his kitchen floor! He called me screaming and he's barely even breathing! PLEASE SEND SOMEONE!" I screamed into the phone.

"Okay, sir. Please stay calm. What's your friend's address?" The women asked calmly. She was obviously trained for these serious situations. I shakily gave her Niall's address. "An ambulance is on the way. Please remain calm until then. Try to talk to your friend to keep him awake."

I did as told, calling up the other lads and telling them to go to the hospital that Niall would be going to.

"Sunshine, can you stay awake for me, please?" I asked Niall, gently caressing his cheek with my thumb. He opened his eyes slightly and gave me a small smile.

"Mmm, Zaynie..." He moved a hand up to grab mine, weakly letting me hold his arm up. His eyes fluttered closed once again as he tried desperately to hold consciousness. "I love you..." he mumbled quietly.

I backed away from the paramedics as they gently lifted Niall onto the stretcher. Niall whimpered in pain as they strapped him down. I had to remind myself that they were here to help, not hurt. I followed them to the ambulance outside, only half listening to the commands each one was yelling.

"Get in, kid," a paramedic demanded, patting my back. I climbed into the ambulance. My eyes landed on Niall. His weak body jostling with every movement the vehicle made. I grabbed his hand and kissed his soft knuckle lightly. God, was he beautiful.

"I love you, too, my sunshine." I whispered to no one. "I love you, too."
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Thank you for the request. Part two will be up shortly. There will be a part three to Breakups and I'm gonna try to write a part two for Hit My Head as requested. Not sure what'll happen in it. I'll figure it out. It's currently 1:30 in the morning where I am and I'm terrified for my life. No idea why... my foot is pulsating. Also no idea why.

xD Go Read a Book.

Bye now my potatoesss.

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