Stay || A sequel to Fate

Chapter Five.

A/N: Hi guys! In case you missed it, I made a mixtape on 8tracks about my babies Nayla, aw. Go check it out maybe? It's in the external link :) Thanks xx

OH MY GOD GUYS I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. You've probably seen wattpad advice you to change your password bc of the heartbleed issue and whatnot. Okay, so, I changed my password but then i couldN'T LOG BACK IN. I TRIED WITH MY OLD AND NEW PASSWORD BUT I COULDN'T GET IN. THEN I SENT MAILS ABOUT WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU FORGOT YOUR PASSWORD BUT I DIDN'T RECEIVE ANYTHING IN 20 MINUTES. WRITING IS MY LIFE IDK WHAT I WOULD DO IF EVERYTHING JUST VANISHED!! I GOT IN THOUGH, SO I'M FINE AGAIN.

NIALL'S P.O.V

"..to spread my legs apa-", Kayla says, but interrupts herself as I fly up to my feet.

I feel my heartrate increase by every second, and I desperately run my hand through my hair several times. Then, I lean my other arm against the wall, press my forehead to it and hang my head down - facing the floor.

Deep breaths, I have to remind myself, I can't trash the hospital, I can't trash the hospital. I close my eyes tightly and try to get the haunting images out of my head, but it's impossible as Kayla's voice is the only thing I seem to be able to hear.

"He then leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and growls 'I bet it feels better than anything your fiancé ever does', then he adds that he saw the ring but also that it won't stop him because 'both you and I know you're enjoying this.'", she, struggling, says. "Then, both of his hands hover over my, uhm, lower department and then he pulls my fly open. That's the last thing that happened before someone yelled 'that's enough', and then all three of them disappeared."

"Fuck!", I exclaim in pure frustration and anger, hit the wall with my fist and then storm down the hallway.

As I storm down the hallway, I reach both of my hands up to my hair and tug at my roots - desperately looking for a place to calm down. Suddenly, I see the exit door and quickly walk outside for some fresh air.

I can't do this, my mind screams over and over again, and that's when I explode. I kick one of the trash bins over and pace back and forth, my hands on my waist. To try and calm down, I stop pacing and crouch, bringing my hands to my face.

What the hell kind of boyfriend am I? I'm a member of the world's most popular boyband, she has - surely - been in several magazines, and she's the out-of-this-planet kind of gorgeous, of course something like this would happen!

It's a smaller part of London, for crying out loud! And Kayla's the most gorgeous girl I've ever met, why wouldn't a drunk little shithead try and do something like rape her?!

Oh god, my mind sighs and the air gets knocked out of my lungs, someone tried to rape my fiancee. 

My breathing increases more and more and I once again stand up, and then I kick the trash bin that's already fallen over. I tug at the roots of my hair and feel as helpless as I have ever felt in my entire life.

She almost got fucking raped. Raped. And I wasn't here.

"Are you alright there, lad?", a man around my age asks, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"Fuck off.", I spit and shrug his hand off me.

I take a deep breath and head back into the hospital. A few nurses who witnessed my little outrage are standing there, just looking at me, and they all look equally confused and surprised of my behaviour.

"What?!", I exclaim and storm past them without waiting for an answer.

There is just one thought echoing through my mind, the same sentence over and over again. I wasn't here. In this very moment, I swear I could explode. I've never felt this angry, helpless and devastated at the same time in my life - and it's eating me up.