My fault - His fault

Just a nightmare

Niall's first four nights back were anything but easy. He woke up with horrible nightmares every night. Sometimes, even after he was awake, he could feel the men holding him down. He could hear them laughing at him. He could see them. It would only last for a couple of seconds after he woke up. Just until he could remember where he was. Thankfully he hadn't woken up screaming... yet. Liam, Louis and Zayn were unaware of these nightmares, and he intended to keep it that way.

Harry felt less inclined to watch over Niall, he figured that it was time for Liam, Zayn and Louis to take the role. He was still worried over Niall, but there were still new powers he wanted to learn. He decided now would be a good time to learn one, he wanted to learn how to make himself visible to certain people. He was sick of having to wait to catch someone was asleep before he could communicate with them.

There was something else just as bad as the nightmares though... the elevator. Although he hadn't liked it before, it was only when it was too crowded. Now it was a 45 second torture ride every time he got on. His heart would start pounding when he got on it, and by the time he got to the doors his palms were sweating and he could barely breath. On the third day as him and the lads were heading back after another day of working on lyrics for the song the were doing for Harry. As Liam got on the elevator Niall used the excuse he had forgotten something in the room and told them he would meet them in the lobby. He used the stairs for the first 22 floors down, equaling 44 flights of stairs, then on the second floor he got on the elevator just so the lads wouldn't find out what he had done. This cut his ride down to only five seconds.

Cars and Taxis were tough to endure. He found he had to roll down the window every time he got into one. Right now he could get by with it, but soon it would start to get cold. No one wants the window down when it's -20° outside.

The worst part was he couldn't understand why he felt this way. He could understand the nightmares. He hated them, but he understood them. He didn't understand why he hated elevators and cars. It was a horrible feeling. Being afraid of something you thought nothing of. He thought everything would become progressively easier as each day passed, but it only got worse.

Liam had tried getting Niall to go to a few interviews, but he stopped when at every interview they brought Niall on there was always a snide comment somewhere that called Niall a killer. They were all relieved, since Niall was released the fans had become more violent and none of them wanted Niall to have any part of it.

So Niall stayed at home with one lad or the others went and did the interview together.

Tonight Zayn and Liam's interview was going extra long due to a snide comment directed towards Niall was released from the interviewer. Both boys were livid and it had taken an hour to calm each of them down and another half hour to convince them to go near the interviewer again. Both would have liked to have just walked out, but as much as they hated it 'the show must go on' and the show was nowhere near over. They wouldn't be home until three.

Before, this would have been the perfect for Louis and Niall to stay up late, play video games, talk, eat whatever they wanted to, even set up a prank or two, while they waited for their band mates to return. But not anymore. Now they were just tired. They got into bed and quickly fell asleep.

"Hold him down! Keep him quiet!"

"No!"

"Shut up!"

"I go first. You go after me,"

"Please! NO!"

"Hold his legs! I don't want him squirming,"

"Ah! Oh God! Stop! STOP"

"No, no"

"Niall! Niall, wake up! Niall!" Louis grabbed Niall's shoulders and began shaking him, "Wake up! You're dreaming!"

"Stop it! You're hurting me! Stop!" Niall yelled still stuck in his nightmare.

"Niall, wake up, now! You're freakin me out! Wake up!"

"Stop!" Niall screamed one last time before his eyes popped open. His stomach churned violently. He quickly broke from Louis grasp and ran for the bathroom. He just made it to the bathroom before throwing up everything that was once in his stomach.

Louis stood in the bathroom doorway. He leaned up against the side of the doorway as he waited for Niall to finish.

Once Niall was done he flushed the toilet and leant back against the bathtub. That's when he noticed Louis standing there. "What?" He asked as Louis stood staring at him.

"What?" Louis repeated, "What the hell was that?" He asked as he pointed towards Niall's bedroom.

"Just a nightmare,"

"Just a nightmare?"

"Stop repeating me!"

Louis rolled his eyes, "That was not 'just a nightmare'. That was something more than 'just a nightmare',"

"Stop saying 'just a nightmare'. It's annoying,"

"Stop trying to ignore what I'm asking you!"

"What are you asking?"

"What the hell was that?" Louis repeated, his voice louder this time.

"It was... nothing. No big deal."

Niall stood up and began to wash his mouth out with mouth wash. Louis wouldn't leave. He wouldn't even take his eyes off Niall.

"Stop staring at me!" Niall yelled once he spat the mouth wash out.

"Stop lying to me! What happened to you in prison? I know they beat you up, but what else did they do?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. We were the best of friends. Tea parties every week," Niall tried to leave the bathroom but Louis blocked him.

"I'm serious, Niall,"

"Get out of my way!" Niall said angrily. His heart began racing and his palms started sweating.

"No! You think I don't see you wake up every night? You think I can't tell when you're just staring out your room. You barely eat. You barely sleep. You barely do anything anymore. What happened?"

Niall glared at Louis, "I said get out of my way. Now!"

Louis stared in Niall's eyes. There was something more than anger in them. It was fear. He was scared of Louis. He was afraid of him. Louis moved out of Niall's way and although the anger never disappeared from Niall's eyes, the fear did.

Why was Niall afraid of Louis not letting him out the bathroom? Didn't he know Louis would never hurt him? Maybe it wasn't Louis he was afraid of. Maybe he was afraid of... being trapped.

Louis sighed and headed back to his room, but not before taking a quick, worried glance through Niall's open door.

What have they done to you Nialler? What happened in that prison? Is Zayn right? Did they rape you? Why can't you tell us Ni? We'd still love you. We're brothers and brothers stick together. I can't wait til Harry gets back, maybe he can help...