Just By Chance || Niall Horan (2)

Chapter 8.

• Eight : Exposed •

✨October 4th 2017;

Does he think he still scares me?

Does he think he still has the upper hand in this situation? Thinks he's still the one who still haunts my dreams? Thinks I'll never expose him for what he truly is? A monster?

He couldn't be more wrong.

I'm done hiding it from the people I love. I'm done with in some way, protecting him. He doesn't deserve to be protected. He deserves to rot in hell. He deserves to be put behind bars so he can't do it to anyone else.

"You never cared about me," I laugh.

"Yes I did. I loved you," he defends. I laugh humorously.

"We were sixteen and seventeen Eoin! I didn't even know what love was back then! You didn't love me. Niall loves me, you know how I know? 'Cause he tells me everyday, he shows me everyday, and he would never hurt me in the way you did."

"I loved you, Freya!" He shouts.

"You had a funny way of showing it."

"I did love you," he grits his teeth.

"Well I didn't love you," I tell him. "Never when we were together did love ever cross my mind. I was sixteen and naïve. I wanted a boyfriend because that's what everyone else was doing. Now I wish I wasn't the curious little girl because I could have saved myself years of hurt and self loathing. I could have saved myself years of you haunting my dreams. I could have saved myself months of not letting Niall in when all he was trying to do was help."

"You did love me," he shakes his head, glaring. "Of course you loved me."

"Baby, are you sure you want to do this?" Niall mumbles, kissing my neck. "No regrets later?"

"No regrets," I mumble, melting into his touch.

Eoin looks at the two of us, before shoving Niall away from me, as if he had the right to do so. Niall looks at him, eyebrows raised. "Don't touch me," he glares.

"Don't touch her," Eoin retaliates. "She's mine."

"She's not an object that can be claimed, you dumb shit. She's my girl, but I don't claim her like she's a fucking dog. I'll touch her if I please, as long as I have her permission," I bite my lip.

My eyes scan around the room to see both of our mothers confused as ever at the little scene unfolding around them. "Am I interrupting something?" Niall's mother appears in the doorway.

"Is there another time for this argument? I have guests," my mother says, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I turn around with tearful eyes, staring into hers, feeling broken all over again. I can't hide this anymore.

"Irish reunion?" Maura asks, cautiously taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"I never told my mammy, or anyone, other than my two best friends what you done to me because I was ashamed. I was ashamed to tell anyone, and then Niall came into my life, and I eventually told him. He wanted to kill you," I stare into Eoin's eyes, showing him a fraction of how broken I felt after he was done with me.