The Dangers We Face (A Dark Niall Horan fanfic)

Chapter 1

Niall’s POV

Flashback:

I was slammed roughly against some red lockers in the hallway.

“Oof!” I said a little startled as I was shoved quite hard.

I looked down at the huge hand fisting my shirt. I looked up to find the bully of the school: Zayn Malik.

“Niall…! Niall! Look at him!” Liam barked at me menacingly. My eyes welled up with tears of despair and I continued to weakly stare at Zayn’s sizzled face.

“S-stop!” my voice quivered with fear as Liam got in my face.

“What’d you say fatty? Huh?... tell me again..!” Liam growled socking me in the gut ferociously. I let out multiple cries of pain, tears rushing down my face and the pain in my stomach growing.

“P-please stop!” I whimpered loosing any hope of getting out of here without any bruises. Zayn and Liam chuckled darkly at my plea. Zayn rubbed his hands together and held me strongly against the lockers as Liam started to throw punches to my stomach, cheeks, and not forgetting to get a go at my nose. I shivered, whimpered, and sobbed against the lockers as they did so, but no matter what I did or said I knew they wouldn’t ever stop.

They cussed and yelled about how ugly I was, how I was to innocent and how no one would ever love me…

Zayn dropped me to the floor quickly but with a slight shove as a signal there would be more later. I understood why the sudden stop at the sight of the principal walking by. I looked around but the two assholes had already ran off. I laid there weakly staring at the end of the hallway as I felt my cheek burn and his stomach twist. I grew angrier by the second but, I had never felt this much hate so it… It scared me yet, I liked it… 

End of flashback:

I snapped out of it but before I could ever try to recompose myself, my vision suddenly blurred again and a new flashback appeared in my clouded mind. 

I was sitting on a long red velvet couch like chair, trying to block out the sounds. I played with the light hairs that adorned the chair nervously as my parents yelled at me for beating someone up, some nerd at school. When they were done, they left and a physiatrist came in.

“Mr. Horan… we need to talk about your anger issues…” 

And that’s all it took. My cheeks burned and so did my eyes as they turned blood red. I shot up in a furriery knocking down the chair in the process and huffed and screamed.

“WHAT NOW!!! WHAT IS IT NOW MORE MEDICATION MORE… I…” I yelled but I got lost in my words and quickly calmed down again feeling embarrassed. I replaced the chair as it was and sat down again playing nervously with my fingers not daring to look up.

“I’m sorry…” I mumbled. The doctor sighed and looked at the young boy of eighteen or nineteen years of age I used to be.

“Its alright… We need to find you something you can do to calm you down when you get all worked up… Something you really do a lot.. reading for example?” I looked up at his words and gave a small nervous smile. 

“Y-yea maybe… ummm…” I sat and thought for a moment before sitting up straight with a wide happy smile, “P-poetry and… and…. Music! I’ve always wanted to play the guitar…” I smiled to myself feeling some sort of happiness rush through my veins. The doctor smiled and nodded.

My vision faded back to me in that dreaded school the same day I had got cornered by Zayn and Liam. I was walking through the empty halls given it was quite late. Going past a big window I saw it was snowing of course… I had gotten a bloody nose from earlier and some bruises and scars on my cheek and stomach. I was suddenly pushed from behind and I fell straight to the floor. I was able to put my hands down before the harsh landing, which ended with a painful groan. I could almost feel all the leisure’s on my body hurt again from such a fall. Liam chuckled proudly behind me.