A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty Two

Darcy's P.O.V.

"They what?" Harry bellowed, his voice cutting through me like a knife. I thought that it was obvious, with the marks and wounds all over my body. I nodded my head and let the fear take control of my body. I couldn't pretend any longer.

The worst part is that remember everything clearly. They drugged me to take advantage of me. I was useless when they did that to me. I shudder, goosebumps all over my body. Their creepy hands are haunting me. I hang my head on my knees and sob.

"They drugged me, Harry" I cried, letting him know what really happened. I was scared to tell Niall and Louis but I thought they'd figure it out. Obviously Niall had.

Harry was pacing back and forth, his hands in a fist. His boots thudded against the marble floor, making me flinch. Harry walked towards the door, gripping the handle in his hand. I doubled over with fear that he might leave me alone here to suffer. I clutched the sheets tightly in my hands.

"Harry, no don't leave me alone. Please." I called out to him. He turned around, his eyes red, his face flushed.

"This is something big, Darcy" his voice raised in volume and I shrank back. He softened, looking at me. He opened his mouth but was interrupted when the door opened and Niall stepped in, looking madder than ever.

I gasped, looking at him. He looked miserable, like he had been crying all day. His face was deep pink, making his freckles stand out. His eyes were rimmed red around the edges, his cheeks were puffy.

But he was angry. I could sense that much. His eyebrows were furrowed. His chest rapidly falling up and down due to his deep breaths.

In two long strides, he reached me and his hands landed on my shoulder. I cried harder, flinching away from him. He let me go, then sat down on the bed, folding his legs underneath him. I hear the door open and close. I waited for the blow. I don't know why I was bracing myself against him but for some reason I was. I didn't look at him, I kept my gaze down. Silence hung heavy on the air.

His slender fingers moved the hair out of my eyes and I shrank back visibly. Every sensual touch is scaring the hell out of me. Niall jerked his hand back like it hurt him but I made no attempt to comfort him.

"Darcy?" his voice was barely a whisper. I said nothing but felt his strong gaze on me. I wrapped my arms around my knees and waited for him to continue and he did.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Niall asked me. I hesitated before answering, "Tell you what before?" I asked him catiously.

He didn't wait a beat before answering, "That-that they- that the stupid fucking bastard-" I let my eyes meet his and he paused his words. I looked into his eyes for a beat too long and turned away, letting my hair shield my face.

"I'm sorry, ba- Darcy" he corrected himself mid sentence and I felt the emptiness opening up to swallow me again. I remained silent, more interested on the blanket that was giving me my much needed warmth.

I shook my head, trying to think about whether I want him to leave or whether I felt safe in his presence. After a few minutes, I decided that I felt safe when someone was around. All the time, Niall remained silent, letting me ponder over my own thoughts.

"Tell me what happened" Niall broke the silence. When I didn't answer, he added, "Please".

I don't want to revisit that horrid memory again, thinking about that made my whole body tremble in fear and I hated the feeling. It bothers me so much that I keep feeling it's weight on my shoulders like a heavy burden. The lump in my throat is not allowing me to answer properly. I try to swallow it but am proved vain when the lump just grows bigger and bigger.