Ragged breathing echoes throughout the silent room, glazed blue eyes glowering down upon the huddled form cupping their rapidly red blossoming cheek.
"Useless!" Animosity covers the word as they slip out of my numb lips like a snake's forked tongue.
My legs move forward towards the hunched form, shaking and staggering before giving out completely underneath the dead weight of my body.
A crash shot through the room along with a groan of discomfort as I fall to the floor and collide with the maroon colored cushioned rocker.
"Dang it!" I curse as I shove my body upright, the world spinning and tilting before my eyes.
"Are you o-okay, N-Niall?" Green eyes and a black-blue face appear before my sight, the question resonating all through my ringing ears.
"'Outta my sight!" Tan hands roughly thrust the figure away before moving to clutch my tan ears filled with grand golden bells and flames of fire, blue eyes clenching shut as the torment becomes insufferable.
"All your fault!" Words jump off my tongue and into the air like bullets fired from a gun; the metal balls continue to fly across the room over and over and-
Blue eyes snap open as my body jerks into a vertical position, a steady rhythm of beating drums pounding beneath my temples.
"Advil," My lips form the cure necessary to extinguish the grave pain, the spoken word barely heard over the searing agony inside my head, as my ungainly body attempts to walk straight to the joined bathroom without crashing into any walls.
Hands blindly grope the bathroom sink for a while as they desperately search for the antibiotic before a sense of triumphant floods my veins as my hands knock into the white bottle.
Quickly uncapping the lid, I shake two small pills into my hand before swallowing them dry.
After achieving the much needed pain-killer, my uncoordinated legs leisurely returned my brick body back to the bed I had woken up in.
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The world, as soon as my head hit the fluffy pillows, went pitch black.
The second time I awoke, the headache I had previously felt was gone entirely.
My anchored body gradually started to move as the circulation of blood starts circulating once more.
I scanned the boxed in king sized room, taking note of the slanted sunlight seeping in through the white curtains.
"Evening," The estimated time dashes out of my cotton dry mouth before a sigh followed as the memory of last night came rushing to the forefront of my mind.
"I'm sorry, Harry," The same apology I always said after a night of rage and abuse launches out of my mouth as guilt-filled blue eyes stare up at the chipped white ceiling, my hand reaching over to the left side of our bed as I started to pat for the form of my husband of six years.
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Whatever It Takes
FanfictionI'll do whatever it takes to keep the one I love... Niall Horan wasn't a good man nor was he an individual that held a good soul. Yet when Harry Styles, the love of Niall's life, was by his side, Niall felt he could become a good person with a good...
