A.M. (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter Sixty Four

Louis's P.O.V.

They are definitely hiding something from me. I was more than surprised when Niall left the room when Darcy was crying on my shoulder. Me being the selfish me, didn't let go of Darcy even though Niall was in the room. I was blinded by the anger I felt towards Niall for the demons Darcy was scared of now.

I thought that she will fight with Niall, ask him why he did this to her but she just accepted it, just like that. Her love for Niall is blinding her. I have nothing against Niall, to be honest. It just surprises me that she didn't say a word against Niall. When he opened his arms, she just welcomed his warm embrace.

Okay, I admit it. I'm jealous. Patheticly in love with Darcy and also terribly jealous that she is in love with her boyfriend. I know, pathetic, deperately pathetic.

I turn the television off and turn to my phone to entertain myself instead. I scroll through my instagram feed, liking and replying to friends. I was about to fall asleep on the couch when I heard a loud banging on my door. I snap my eyes open, my heart hammering against my chest.

"Louis" Niall's voice breaks through the door and I sigh with relief when I realize that it isn't an axe murderer. I get up from the couch and purposely drag my feet and prolong my way to the door.

He keeps on banging and yelling. I finally open the door, huffing out a sigh of annoyance. "Gee, you-" I'm cut off by Niall grabbing my collar again. I wonder what happened again now that he wants to beat me up again. What possibly could have happened??

He gives me no time to guess as he pushes himself off of me abruptly and starts pacing the room, his fingers gripping his hair harshly in his fist. "He texted me again" he gritted out, frustration and fear clear on his tone. I was about to ask who but then I suddenly knew who it was. It's fucking Gregg again.

Something stirs inside and a second later, I admit to myself that it is fear. As if by instinct, I grab Niall's collar this time to stop him from pacing and push him against the wall. With sudden anger that overcomes my senses, I manage somehow to sound calm as I ask him, "Where is Darcy?"

Niall's face twists and realization dawns on his face. I shove him, "Fuck you, Niall" I shout and make my way towards the door but he is faster than me. I lock the door beind us and we get into the car, our hands shaking and sweating. I struggle to hold the handle first and I curse but eventually manage to get inside. I don't bother with the seatbelts for now because I know that I won't be able to do it right. As Niall's hands lands on the wheels I see that his hands are shaking too and I try to stay calm, just for Darcy's sake.

Darcy, shit, I hope she is alright. Ever since the incindent she was scared of being alone. I don't know why but she refused to be left alone. She used to cry and say that they will come back for her, no matter how hard we tried to convince her, our protests remained useless.

For reasons, I couldn't imagine, Niall left her alone and came over to my place. He must be really stupid, or just, I thought to myself, really scared and it occured to me now that I didn't ask what Gregg said in the text. I looked over at him, his knuckle white grip on the wheel, his trembling lips, his watery eyes and decided that it was not the best time to ask.

We pulled up in front of her apartment and I found myself wishing that Darcy was safe. I kept reapeating it in my mind, over and over, like a mantra. Niall didn't bother to lock the car as he got down and rushed up the stairs. I followed him, taking two steps at a time and when I reached her floor, I was breathless.

Niall pushed the door open, it was unlocked. I didn't know what to think but followed him nonetheless inside and there she was, on the floor. Her arms around her knees, her sobs echoing around the empty room. Her eyes red and exhausted. When she saw us, she didn't move which scared the hell out of me. She didn't acknowlege us but kept sobbing. Her body was trembling, shaking with fear.

Niall is frozen, rooted to the spot and I sense that he knows something that I don't. I follow his gaze and my eyes land on the small knife that Darcy is holding in her petite pale hand. I gasp and she looks up at us. Suddenly I forgot how to move, the look in her eyes....

Her eyes flicker with realization and she starts crying harder. She drops the knife on the floor and tries to stand up. After two failed attempts, I reach my hand out to her. Niall is still frozen for reasons I don't know.

"No" she pushes my hand away and stands up herself, still crying.

"Niall, you left me alone" she sobs, this time looking at Niall.

He opens his mouth, looking at her fragile body, he reaches out his hand and she takes it. I force myself to look away. I hear Niall whisper something in her ear and I clear the place and enter the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I debate with myself whether to go back or not. I decide against going back and reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone and I curse when I find out that it left it back at my place.

Why was she holding the knife? Does she think that Gregg is hunting for her again? But why would he? We gave him the money he needed. I have no idea why Darcy is so scared of him. Unless, of course, he did something to her. Something that left her whole body with scars. I grip the counter for support when I realize that I never wondered how she got those. Those wounds on her arms, her back, her legs, around her neck. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. No, I tell myself, it can't be it. Something else must have happened, I try to convince myself as I make my way out of the kitchen.

When I go back to the hall again, it is empty. I figured that they were in her Darcy's room. I knock on the door softly, making my presence aware before I push open the door. Niall and Darcy were on the bed, with Niall's arms around her. I try to ignore the fact that she is leaning onto him the same way was leaning into me the other day.

I avert my gaze away from them and clear my throat. "I brougt you a glass of water" I say and place it on the nightstand and silently make my way out of the room, before they could ask me anything.

I sit down on the couch and look up at the ceiling. I try to will myself not to think about anything but it doesn't seem possible with all those things happening around me. I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face and look out the window, at the dark night. I wonder how many people are out there, having a peaceful night with the ones they love. I never myself would've imagined that I will be in love with a girl who is my best friend's girlfriend. But, here I am, in love with my best mate's lover. This situation couldn't get any better.

Oh, no, but it can.

"This is my fault" Niall's voice snap me out of my train of thoughts. I move over, giving him space to sit on the couch.

"How is she?" I ask instead, ignoring his statement.

"She is asleep" he answers my question as he peeks inside her room again before leaving the door half open. I nod my head and he takes his place on the couch.

"Did you hear me?" Niall asks again and I nod.

"I did" I answer and hold my hand out asking for his phone. He hands it over to me and unlock it before I open the text from Gregg.

The game is not over, yet.

A.N.

Oops.

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With all my love, 

L.S.