Silence (Niall Horan)

Chapter 28

"Zayn... and Harry."

My stomach twists as I replay her words in my mind. I can't fucking believe it. Out of all people, why them? Them? More than one person! That's just...wrong!

"Niall." She whimpers and I notice I've been holding her wrist tightly.

"You..." I begin but can't make any other words come out.

"Listen to me." She moves towards me and I back away.

"Zayn did exactly the same thing and you forgave him? What does he have that I don't? And Harry. He isn't the fucking saint you think he is. I would understand if it was one of them, but it's both. I guess you are the slut people said you were. You make me sick!" I say through my teeth.

Her eyes are full of tears and her mouth is slightly open. She blinks quickly to push the tears back and takes a deep breath.

"You have no right! Of all people, you have no fucking right to say that to me!" I will not tolerate this from anyone, especially you! I only agreed to marry you because I was basically forced. I was not going to let this child grow up without a father! But now, I think it might actually be better! She doesn't need a father who considers her mother a slut!" She yells without taking one pause of air.

I'm out of words by the time she is done. She's right. I have no right to call her that. No one does because she isn't. She's the most honest, confident person I have ever met. That's what caught my attention out of all the girls I could have. That's what made me fall in love with her.

"Rebecca."

"No! Not this time! I will not let you manipulate me!" And she's out the door.

I don't bother following her. She needs her space and I'm afraid that if I do follow her, she will change her mind about all of this. That she will leave me.

Beckie's POV

Before I could make it out the door, tears where already streaming down my face. I didn't dare look back to see if he was following me. If I did, he would see me broken. I would show him that he won after all. As soon as I walked out the door and noticed he wasn't following, I let out a loud sob. I quickly ran to the restroom and threw myself on the floor by the sinks. Ladies passed by and stared at me with pitty. They understood exactly what I was crying about. It was always the same reason no matter who you were.

After twenty minutes of crying on the floor, I fixed myself up. I stared at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I was going to go out there and make it seem like I wasn't one bit affected by the terrible man at broke my heart once again. Two could play at this game. He wanted to be an ass, I would be the same or maybe even worse.

I swung open the suite bedroom and shut it hard, letting him know I was here. I moved into the living room and tool a seat of the couch. I turned on the TV and flipped through endless French channels. The bedroom door opened and I kept my eyes focused on the TV.

"Where have you been?" He takes a seat on the opposite side.

"That's none of your business."

"I have the right to know." He raises his voice.

"You lost any right thy you had when you decided to call me a slut." I spit.

"Rebecca," he begins, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean that. I was upset."

"I don't care. You lost the little respect that I had left for you." I shake my head without looking at him.

"It was then that he set aside the Bible. He reached out, offering his hand to mine, and I took it, completing the circle.