Code Black (N.S)

59.

Niall's POV

My mouth fell open in shock, my eyes beginning to sting as the tears built up. My heart was racing in my chest, racing incredibly fast to be considered healthy.

This letter could not have been real. I refused to believe it. It couldn't be real because it made absolutely no sense. Okay, that was a lie. It made a whole lot of sense but I still refused to believe it. I hoped this was just mum's cruel idea of a practical joke but I knew it wasn't. Mum and I were close but she wouldn't make up something like this.

I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head and hoping that this was a horrible nightmare but the more I tried to convince myself that it wasn't real, the more sense it made. Why else would mum suddenly want to pick up everything and move away? Sure, I was bullied but I had been for ages before she made the decision to move.

I felt a tear fall from my eye, making me reach up and wipe it. I thought back to the rest of the note, which was just as horrifying.

Dad knew Ryan. He knew my dad. Most importantly, he knew me.

I always thought that Ryan had coincidentally found me during the Code Black. That the first time he had ever seen me was when he found Harry and I in the art cupboard. Yeah, he was obsessed with me but I didn't think the obsession had started before I could even remember.

I remembered Ryan saying that he had been waiting to get me for thirteen years when he had kidnapped me. At the time I was confused but now it made sense.

Mum obviously knew about this but how long had she known for? Did dad tell her as soon as he found out? Or did he hide it from her to protect her feelings, much like mum did to me?

I wanted to keep denying it but I knew that it was useless. There was no point denying it when it was clear that it was the truth. 

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"Hey, baby," I heard Harry's voice say before the door opened.

I looked up to meet his eyes. He immediately noticed that something was off as soon as he looked into my own eyes.

"What's wrong, angel?" he asked, a worried look overtaking his features.

I shook my head, moving my eyes to look back at the paper in my hands. Harry followed my gaze and looked curiously at the paper.

"Niall, what's that?" he questioned.

I didn't verbally reply to him, I simply just shook my head slowly and raised my arm, silently telling Harry to take the sheet of paper from my shaking hand. He did as I wanted him to, hesitantly taking the paper from me and sitting down on the bed next to me.

As he did so, I moved my body closer so I was pressed against him, burying my head into his neck and tightly wrapping my arms around his shoulders. Although I had always been an affectionate person when it came to being close to Harry, I could tell that he knew my craving for physical contact was deeper than my love for being close to him. 

The room was silent as he read through the letter. Only my soft sniffles and Harry's quiet breathing was heard for the next few minutes.

Harry folded the paper and placed them beside him on the bed, before turning to look at me. I looked up to meet his eyes, only to see that they were clouded with tears, much like mine were. He didn't say anything, he just wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me fully onto his lap. 

I started crying into his neck again, not giving a slight bit of thought about what Harry would think of me. He had already seen me cry so many times before, and considering what I had just found out, I had every right to feel like this.