Niall Horan: My Bad Romance

Chapter 28: Spill the beans

Have you ever been in a situation where you have found yourself wishing you could do anything to get out of it? I was stuck in that mindset.

The hospital room was very bland and tasteless on the inside, it lacked any originality; except for the ten extremely different men that were huddled inside of it. They definitely brought some variety to the otherwise dull interior.

Niall was rigid beside me but I failed to detect any fear radiating from his body. He wasn't scared; he had been prepared for this. Heck, he probably knew that something like this would happen. He was ready. 

As I let my eyes wander across the flooring, realization dawned on me that Niall's previous words- stating that he had back up was for my personal benefit. It wasn't to brag or to knock a scare into me, it was to stress that no matter what lay before us in the hospital room, I wasn't alone. 

We weren't alone.

'Scorpion,' a distinctive voice spat and I felt myself flinch, my body cowering away. I looked up and was met by a pair of hooded grey eyes. A man towered over me, a dirty black drench coat draped across his body. His grey hair was ragged and sticking up in all directions, much like his eyes, which failed to land specifically on either Niall or me. 

His nose was long and pointed and his lips were set in a long thin line, a mass of brown stubble covering his chin. He held an aura of authority. He seemed too familiar. His piercing eyes settled on me and he chuckled shortly.

'Now, now, who do we have here?' He raised a sturdy hand up to stroke my cheek but Niall shoved him away. My eyes widened and the man seemed to mimic my surprise, except his held an evil spark. He flicked his fingers in Niall's direction and two boys whom I recognized from that day in Hyde Park pounced on Niall.

They exerted all of their strength in an attempt to keep him steady, eventually calling on a third mysterious boy to help out. In the corner of the room stood Zayn. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, a glare spoiling his perfect features. Beside him stood a man with his back to me, his head bowed and a phone pressed to his ear. 

'Paul, Ian and Elijah, go back to headquarters and explain to them our situation at the moment please,' the man from before spoke and they nodded, fist pumping with Zayn and nodding to the three boys struggling to contain Niall's squirming form. 

'And boys,' the voice continued with a sneer, 'close the door on the way out.'

I turned my head to watch as the wooden barrier blocked the bewildered faces of my friends. Fear ignited every nerve in my body.

Hesitantly, I turned my attention onto Robbie. He was sitting up in bed, a navy blue hospital gown wrapped around his torso. His eyes had prominent dark cycles beneath them and his hair was ruffled. A pang of guilt struck me as his eyes met my own.

I was so lost in my own sorrow that I failed to notice the man closing in on me. Niall's growl snapped my attention back just in time.

'Hello princess,' he drawled and it suddenly hit me that the man had an Irish accent. He leant his head towards me so his stubble scratched at my skin. He raised a finger and stroked it along my jawline. 

I stood still, my posture straight and unmoving. Apart from the occasional mutter coming from the man in the corner all that could be heard was Niall's bellowing.

It reverberated around my eardrums and I winced as it mingled with the husky whisper in my ear.

'Now you look like fun.'

I gulped and a small whimper escaped my lips. I knew this was a mistake.

I felt so powerless. I had done wrong to Robbie; I deserved to be in this position. I deserved to be punished. Niall didn't.