The Ghost Who Cried... Niall? {Niam Fanfic}

Chapter 7- Embrace

||Niall's POV ||

Through the dimness that plagued my vision, I watched Liam as the monster impaled him, sending a sickening crack throughout me. I twitched as my breathing began to pick up as if I were running a never-ending path of despair that was the resemblance of my life, the resemblance of my battle with him, only this time I could feel the power I had in me. I could feel the ending near as I knew I was ready to face him, build my own wall to stop the endless torture of running away. I was ready to fight him with every ounce of soul I had left in me. I was tired of him controlling me, taking away the light that once flickered with my beating heart, giving me some meaning of life. He knew Liam was slowly bringing that light back, he knew I was growing stronger, he knew that I was beginning to realize that I am stronger. Now, he dared to stand before me, take away what I was destined to be, take away the one person I had.
No more.
I shot my hand out as I wailed, shaking with every cry I let escape my mouth, resonating the void he had within. I could feel at the pit of my stomach something boiling, something that scorched the walls in my body. The sensation began to rise as I stuck my other hand into Liam's wound, the power tingling as it jolted out of my being and into him.
The mist began to slowly evaporate, the demon screeching in pain.
"Don't... DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I GAVE YOU LIFE AND YOU BETRAY THE? YOU FOOL! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT, ALWAYS WITH YOUR FIGURE PRONE! YOUR LIFE IS WORTHLESS! I WILL BE BACK! YOU WILL SEE, WITHOUT ME JUST WHAT YOU LACK! YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! YOU SHALL AND YOU WILL SEE!" He gave his last effort before bursting into a shower of black powder. I focused back on Liam, my chest jerking with each breath as the air became harder to take in. I let my energy drain through my hand and into Liam as he fell to the ground. I dropped with him, my knees landing on each side of him as I sat on his crotch, screaming in agony as the flesh from my fingers burned into Liam's stomach. I held my wrist, crying as I watched over Liam's face, the color returning to his cheeks. I choked out my last gasp, hurling myself onto my back, laying next to Liam.
My energy, my life was deteriorating before me, but it was for him.
I held what I could of Liam's hand into my small one's with my last use of power before my vision and mind clouded.

||Liam's POV||

I twitched my fingers as I slowly grew feeling within my body, squeezing what felt like a hand in mine. I blinked rapidly, cursing at the bright sun that left a tinge of light across the forest, rubbing the back of my head with my free hand as it pounded with confusion. I looked to my side to see a lifeless body, gripping to my hand and chest through a hole in my shirt. That's when it all came back.
"Niall!" I propped myself up to my knees, sitting up, letting the hand he had on my chest fall in between my legs, keeping ahold onto his other hand.
He laid, pale skinned, with no sign of life in him.
I looked down to my chest to see a scar from where I once had a hole.
"W-What?" I stuttered out, at a loss of words. I smacked my hand over my mouth, crying out.
"No, no, no, no! Niall!" I began to shake him as anger built.
"Why! A stranger? We don't hardly know each other, and you just gave yourself away for me like that!" I let my forehead fall to his stomach as I clenched the grass around me.
"B-Because.. you were the only one.. wh-who cared." A weak voice choked out, something brushing the back of my head.
I shot up to see Niall's pale face, a soft smile on his lips. I immediately closed the gap between our lips as I squeezed his hand tighter, tears trickling down my cheek. I slightly pulled back, Niall's lips following mine. I sat back, him sitting up, smirking lightly.
"So much for strangers.." He laughed out in a hushed voice.
He sat, slightly rocking back and forth as he struggled to keep himself up. With bags under his eyes, they almost seemed sunken in and lost.
"Are you okay?" I spoke quietly, afraid for the answer, him slowly lifting his head as I could tell he was weak.
"Y-Yeah.." He cleared his throat, rubbing his hand.
"I just need.. r-rest." He slurred out, his head drooping to his lap as he began to fall over.
"Niall!" I caught him, bringing him to my chest, cradling his head.
"Rest.." He looked up into my eyes, his rolling into the back of his head.
"O-Okay." I scrambled to get up, gently placing him down only to pick him back up after I stabilized myself. I threw his frail legs over one of my arms, the other holding his back as his arms dangled at his sides. I walked back to my house cautiously, stopping at the front door. Needing to avoid any attention to myself, I used my energy to walk through the closed door and through the ceiling to my room.
I laid Niall on my bed, hunching over to catch my breath, relieved I had made it unnoticed.
Niall laid silently, hid eyes now closed as peace washed over his face. I sat by the bedside, watching him.
"Niall.. the beautiful, mysterious boy who can't help but to attract me. The boy who would.." I closed my mouth, recalling what he had done for me.
"Give his life for my pathetic one." I looked away from his innocence, biting my lip with guilt plaguing my brain. Letting out a sigh, I let my face fall into my hands as I massaged my temples.
"You'll show them one day.. who you really are. And until then, I'm right here, never budging." I looked back at him, noticing the rips in his clothing and all the dirt that infested his perfect skin.
"You need a long bath." I lightheartedly chuckled to myself.
"But you can't do that until you wake, so the least I could do for you is change your clothes." I looked down to his shirt, slowly peeling it off as it clang to his small frame. Tossing it to the floor, I started at his pants, thinking on what I had that could fit him. As I threw his pants with his shirt, I added mine as well, remembering the hole in it.
"I could give you some of my old wear.." I peeked down to his boxers, my breath hitching as I awkwardly stared at the bump beneath the fabric. I quietly coughed, focusing my eyes back onto the pile of clothes.
I'd never been this close to a nude boy since accepting I was gay. I've always wondered what it would be like-
I stopped my thinking, disgusted with myself as I walked over to my drawers.
My parents don't know.
It's never been a topic I was comfortable with speaking about, let alone with my parents.
"Sorry for.. looking." I continued on with my search for clothes, distracting myself.
I grabbed the apparel, placing them at Niall's side, my hand lingering by his boxers. Allowing my hand to travel up to his cheek, I planted a soft kiss on his forehead, hovering there as I basked in the moment.
"Hey, Li-" I heard a voice invade into our seclusion before I could refuse. I spun on my heel, swiftly attempting to cover Niall from the intruder, tripping on our clothes, landing at their feet.
"Oh!" My mom gasped, stumbling out.
"I-I'm so.. sorry!" She slammed the door shut, the echoing sound of a pair of feet rushing down the stairs.
Wide-eyed, I watched my hands as they began to shake in a panic. I picked myself up, throwing a shirt on, quickly dressing Niall and covering him with my blanket. I seated myself back beside Niall, shaking my leg in thought, biting the insides of my cheeks.
At least she couldn't tell it was Niall, right?
I asked myself, tears welling at my eyes. Patting my face dry, I steadily made my way downstairs, wanting nothing but to crawl out of my skin. I turned the corner to the kitchen, closing my eyes.
"I know what you saw, but it wasn't what it looked like. He-He was- his clothes were dirty- he needed to borrow some of mine." I opened my eyes back up, halting my speech. My mom sat at our counter with my dad.
"What?" My dad questioned, tilting his head in confusion, my mom glancing at me with gentle eyes, speaking up with a cooing tone.
"Is there something you want to tell us?"
I shook my head, backing up. She nodded back, continuing on her reading, my dad shrugging it off. I hastily went back to my room, shutting and locking the door, sliding down it, pulling my legs to my chest. Beginning to cry, I buried my face into my knees, losing the concept of time as I watched the day slowly turn to night.
I didn't know what to say or how to feel, all I could do was let the silent tears fall. I wasn't planning on telling her anytime soon that I'm attracted to guys, but now I was forced to.
I sighed in frustration and sadness, sniffling as I let out another muffled cry, covering my mouth. Looking back over at Niall, I bit my lip trying to keep the sobs in, wiping my cheeks dry.
"No!" I jumped as Niall suddenly shot up, gasping. I stood, looking at him with a questioning look.
"Niall?" I whispered as his glance shot to me. Sighing in relief, he scooted over towards the wall, smiling.
"You're okay. I-I.." He trailed off, shivering, patting the spot beside him.
"Please lay with me." He spoke with begging eyes. Remembering that the door was locked this time, I nodded.
"O-Okay.." I slid under the covers next to him, looking around the room, avoiding eye contact. His face moved closer to mine, his fingers trailing along the side of my face.
"Were you crying?" He tenderly asked. I looked away, his hand falling as I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket close to me.
"It's nothing.." I mumbled. He paused for a moment, resting his hand on my shoulder.
"You don't have to tell me anything, but know that I am here for you, and.. I care about you." He rested back into place, pulling his hand away.
"And...Thanks for the clothes."
"My mom saw," I blurted out, rolling back over, his face inches from mine. My breath hitched in nerves as he remained still.
"I mean.. she saw me.. putting your clothes on. I-I wasn't doing anything - I was just- I was taking your clothes off to put clean ones on and she walked in when you were shirtless and I was too and she saw." I spoke in a jumble of words, choking on the tears again, my face scrunched up in anger. I was angry with myself, with how I was making myself out to be so vulnerable in front of this perfect boy.
"She doesn't know.. you like boys?" He cautiously asked. I closed my eyes.
"Yeah." I bit my lip, opening my eyes again. He was closer now, looking intently into my eyes. I could feel his warmth sending shivers down my spine, his hand slithering into mine.
"It's okay, no matter what she saw, don't tell her out of pressure. Do it when you're ready." I remained silent, staring into his blue, glowing eyes, watching the way his lips moved when he spoke.
"Kiss me." I breathed out. I watched him closely, catching a slight smirk tug at his lips, his arm snaking around my waist, and pulling me closer. He licked his lips, leaning in, teasing me as he hovered over my face. I could now feel his breath on my lips, tingles jolting throughout my body, my mind growing hungry for the touch of his lips on mine. He finally closed the space between us, my thoughts and worries quickly escaping my head as every inch of my being was focused on him. His lips felt like soft rose petals, tasting of lust. His lips were perfect. He was perfect. I was in love.
I found my hands crawling up his shirt, barely grazing his smooth stomach. I wanted to explore every part of him, I wanted to know him inside and out. I wanted him.
His tongue slipped into my mouth as our kissed shared the same passion for each other. His fingers glided along my jawline, his lips following them, his body moving on top of mine. I gave under him, biting back moans of pure pleasure, feeling an area of my pants grow tighter, rubbing against Niall's leg. He pulled back, looking down, hesitant to continue. Looking back up, he searched my eyes, catching his breath.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this," I propped myself onto my elbows as he sat back in his spot, shaking his head, putting his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry, I took advantage of you when you were upset. I shouldn't have-" I gently touched his hand.
"No, I-I.. I wanted it. You weren't taking advantage of me." He gave me a sheepish smile, crawling back under the covers, resting his head on my chest.
"Let's just wait.." He held onto my hand, rubbing my knuckles.
"Okay..." I rubbed his back, our legs intertwining as we snuggled.
We soon both fell asleep embracing each other, holding hands, our bodies molding together.

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This is a bit of a dramatic chapter hah. But here's this(: Hope you enjoyed.
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