Three Way Relationship

23 - Close Your Eyes and Pray

Niall's POV

Early in the morning, Taylor made the call to the police, explaining everything.

He'd waited for the police to arrive, and when they did we gave them our statements.

Along with the address to where the slave operation was located.

Zayn had explained that he needed to take Justin, Zeke and Josh - which I now learned due to Zeke telling us - to the hospital, due to the fact they hadn't yet gotten the medical treatment they needed.

After an hour explaining, the police had escorted us to the hospital.

Josh had been unconscious the whole time we had him, so he was still unconscious when placed on a gurney and rushed into ICU.

Zeke was taken to get medical treatment while Zayn and I went with Justin for his check up.

Justin was still out of it, so we told the doctor we'd given him a drug to put him to sleep, because he was having a panic attack.

The doctor ran several tests, before leaving us alone while getting results.

I watched Justin as he slept, unaware of where he was and that we were getting him the help he needs.

"Niall, do you want me to get you a coffee?" Zayn asked, glancing at Justin.

"Uh, yeah, please. Two sugars." I smiled.

Zayn nodded, walking out the door and leaving Justin and I.

I sighed, sitting on a chair beside Justin's bed, and holding his hands.

"Miss you, Jay..." I mumbled, staring at his features.

His brows were still furrowed, his mouth slightly parted as light snores came from his mouth.

"I know you're right here, but... I miss you. The bubbly, happy-go-lucky, prankster you were." I bit my bottom lip, "Its not your fault, though... What happened wasn't your fault, it was mine... Not Zayn's, just mine. If I was stronger, more manly, maybe I couldve prevented it. I love you so much, you and Zayn, and you both are so brave... then there's me... loathing the self pity I have for myself. I'm horrible." I looked down.

I was telling Justin the truth, no denying that.

It was my fault, I'm never strong enough for them, and I should be.

"You and Zayn don't deserve me, you deserve better. I wish I was the guy who pulled everyone through, like Zayn is... but, I'm weak. I'm not like Zayn, I'm too scared." I admitted, looking at Justin's face, "I'm too scared to stop being a pussy, and man up for you. You're going through so much, and me? I can't even help you. I can't hold you like Zayn can, I can't at least attempt to calm you down." I frowned.

How do they put up with me? I'm weak as fuck, yet they hadn't broke up with me.

I feel useless in the relationship.

Where do I stand?

What am I there for if I can't be the boyfriend to comfort?

What's the point of me being here, what help do I provide?

I'm lost in this, I'm lost in our relationship.

I was even so lost in thought, I had no idea Justin was opening his eyes, staring at his surroundings, until I heard a sob.

I looked to Justin, rushing over.

"J-Justin, are you okay?" I asked.

His eyes met mine, and then he did something I wouldn't think he'd ever do... He hit me.

I was shocked, but it didn't hurt.

He sobbed harder, as he hit me again and again.

"Justin, stop!" I frowned.

"GO AWAY FROM ME!" Justin suddenly screamed, hitting me harder.

I stepped back as Justin grabbed a tray beside him, throwing it at me, "GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screamed.

I felt tears fall down my cheek.

"Justin, it's me, Ni-"

"I SAID GO AWAY! ARE YOU DEAF!? I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Justin attempted to get off the bed, but nurses near by heard the yelling, so they rushed in with needles.

I ran out of the room, watching by the door as they pinned Justin down, injecting a needle into his arm.

I cried silently.

Justin said he hated me.

I'm not entirely sure if it was aimed at me, but it hurt no matter what way you put it.

"Ni? What happened?" Zayn appeared, pulling me into a tight embrace.

I cried into his shoulder as the nurses came out.

"He's been sedated to calm him down. We'll advise the doctor, but we suggest you both leave him be for a while." A nurse said, before walking down the hall.

"Ni, what happened, please tell me?" Zayn cooed, rubbing my back.

"H-He woke up and... hit me, saying he hated me." I sniffled.

Zayn led me to a seat across from Justin's room.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it." Zayn sighed.

"I know... but..." I swallowed.

"Its okay, I get it... Come here." Zayn kissed my forehead.

I cuddled closer to him, squeezing my eyes shut.

I just want Justin back.

Zayn's POV

Few Hours Later...

A doctor came out to talk to us, holding the resuslts of Justin's tests.

He smiled wamrly as he sat next to me.

"I have good news." The Doctor smiled.

"He's okay?" I asked.

"Yes, all clean. But, there's one thing we need to talk about..." The Doctor frowned.

I swallowed, glancing at Niall before turning my attention back to the doctor.

"He's having panic attacks. Can you tell me how many times he had it before coming here?" The Doctor sighed.

"Just one, will he be okay?" I asked.

"It depends, if he doesn't calm down in the next few days, I advise you to take him to another hospital. He can put himself in serious harms way. He's waking up in a few minutes, so try and keep him calm, alright?" He said.

Niall and I nodded.

"Go on in." The Doctor smiled.

And we did, getting up from our seats and going in to see our boyfriend.

Justin was breathing heavily, gripping the sheets as he slept.

"What do we do?" Niall asked.

Suddenly, an idea popped in mind.

I slipped off my jumper and stood beside Justin.

"What are you doing?" Niall asked.

"Remember when he used to steal my clothes so he could wear them? before I got him that jumper?" I asked. Niall nodded. "Maybe if I give him my jumper to wear, he'll feel comfortable and calmer?"

"Try it." Niall smiled.

I gently grabbed Justin, lifting him up before slipping on the jumper.

I laid him down carefully, before stepping back beside Niall.

I only hope this'll work, or he might actually have to go to a Ward.

Author's Note; Will the jumper work?

^ That is the question.

There's a fifty-fifty chance, so what do you think?

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