Crazed... //Niall Horan

Chapter 6

RILEY'S P.O.V

"NIALL!!!! What the fuck!!!!!" A familiar voice screamed. I felt the oozing liquid stream down my neck. I heard muffled footsteps race towards where we were. Niall had a blank expression etched into his features. His deep eyes held regret and sorrow, but he only realized what he'd done after there was no solution to the cmistake.
"Oh No... NIALL this is BAD." The voice breathed. The person hovered above me as my knees buckled and I fell to the ground motionless. More heads appeared in my vision field and they hovered above me as well. I couldn't make out their faces because my vision was blurring as the stinging pain took me over.
"What have you done? We're in deep shit."
"Shut the fuck up, Malik!! Don't you think I know!!" I could tell that was Niall's voice. In the blur I called a vision, I could see, I'm guessing Zayn, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. For a second my neck went numb, along with the rest of my body. My shoulders slumped, my legs sprawled across the dirty ground, my hand at my sides, and my vision was slowly fading more and more.
"What the hell were you thinking!?" Liam blurted angrily staring down at me.
"I- I wasn't thinking!!" Niall stopped running hands through his hair and looked down at me. Our eyes locked and his expression softened.
"No no no...." He began to mumble as he fell to his knees beside me. He stroked my cheek and I tried to flinch away, but I had no strength, only pain.
"Riley... listen I need you to stay with us... please... Riley... Riley?" His voice began to frantic and his panicked expression grew as my numb head rolled to the side. I shut my eyes in pain. Before completely slipping away I muttered something under my breath.
"W..worthless... B..Bast... bastard."
The last thing I heard was Niall say something.
"I know I am." I heard the sorrow, panic, and regret in his broken voice.
But I went through panic, sorrow, regret and pain, because of him. There was no way I could feel guilty for anything in this situation. It was his fault. If he didn't have uncontrollable anger issues and carried a gun even though he had his issues, than this wouldn't have happened.
But...
If I hadn't gotten all confident and called the cops earlier, this wouldn't be happening either...
Pretty soon I was blocked from my own thoughts and drifted into a dark state.
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"We have to leave, go get her."

"You go get her."

"She's asleep."

"Exactly."

"Just pick her up and throw her in the van."

"You can't get any stupider can you, dipshit?"

Two familiarly raspy voices bickered before me. Before I could open my eyes and sit up, memories from yesterday flooded my mind. Instantly, pain from every bruise, scratch, cut, came shooting in without warning. My eyes fluttered open and widened tremendously as my hand flew instinctively to my neck. I remembered I was shot yesterday by the worthless bastard, that's an understatement. I sat violently, hissing in pain from yesterday. I held my neck tightly, realizing that it was covered up in bandages and wraps. My gaze shifted to the door way, where two familiar men froze, full attention on me.
"Look, she's awake... now can you go get her?" Louis demanded more than asked.
"Why don't you get her?" Harry retorted. I rolled my eyes.
"Why don't you want to get her?"
"Because... she's probably heavy." Harry argued scratching the back of his neck unsurely.
"You know what's funny?" I interjected. Their heads spun back around to me.
"What?" They asked in sync.
"How you talk about me like I'm not right behind you." I said with a wandering tone as if thinking through my words. They looked at the ground, looking ashamed.
"...Can you go get her?" Louis whisper screamed to Harry. Harry sent him daggers but turned my to my direction, a scowl etched into his face.
"Wow.. can either if you get any stupider?... You do realize I'm awake now and I can 'get' myself, right?" I eyed them with 'duh' written all over my face. I jumped off the soft, hospital-like, bed. I immediately regretted it.
"No no no no!!" Harry screeched, now running towards me in alarm as I fell to my knees. It was too late to stop anything now, Hero Harry.
"Ow... what the hell?" I rubbed my neck with one hand and my knees with the other.
"You aren't supposed to walk for a while." Harry explained, as he knelt down to pick me up. I flinched at his touch. He looked taken aback.
"Why not?" I demanded in confusion.
"Because when you got shot in the neck, it damaged your spine a little somehow and now you have to be careful... at least for a while." Louis interjected from the door way.
"Oh.. okay then?" I said as Harry picked me up bridal style and walked out the door, followed by Louis.
"Hey... um... where are you guys taking me?" I suddenly felt curious as to why they wanted to take me out of my room so anxiously.
"It's a surprise." They both said in unison.
Holy fuck... I'm in deep shit. I thought to myself.
"No you're not." Louis told me.
Apparently, I hadn't just thought it to myself.
"Apparently not." Harry retorted smirking down at me.
"Shit, why do I keep thinking out loud?" I complained.
"Side effects from the special pain killers for your neck."
"Side effects?" I questioned.
"Uh-hum.." Harry responded.
For a second my thoughts wandered, until I thought I
of something.
"Hey, did they get the bullet out?" I asked, looking up at Harry in utter curiosity.
"No.. it's still in your neck and you could die." He said bluntly. My eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets.
"WHAT?!" I shouted into his face. For a brief second he looked startled before breaking out into a loud laughter.
"What's so funny about my possible death?" I scolded frantically.
"Calm down I was kidding." He restrained from his laughing and tried to calm me. I breath of relief escaped my lips. I scowled at him and punched his shoulder softly.
"Don't ever kid with me about that shit... or I'll kill you and your cats in your sleep.' I threatened, in a dangerously low growl. He nodded vigorously, the chocolate curls on his hard bouncing.
"Wait.. how'd you know I own cats?" He asked kind of taken aback. I wiggled my eyebrows, intertwined my hands together, and gave him a sinister look.
"I have my ways .Styles." I responded darkly. His eyes bulged. I bit my lip to stop my roaring laughter.
"H-how did you know my last name?" He stuttered sounding creeped out. I wanted to keep going but something told me that if I pushed it any further I'd be dropped to the ground. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Relax Styles, your name is on your shirt." I explained, pointing my index finger at the corner of his black t shirt. He check to see, sure enough an embarrassed look washed over him.
"Whatever." He grunted.
"Louis where are we going?" I asked changing the subject.
"Didn't Harry say it was a surprise?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"Well it is."
I pouted. So much for lying.
"Whatever.... I hate surprises." I muttered to myself.
"Are we almost there?" I began to feel anxiety.
"Actually, we just arrived." Louis jerked Harry forward. Causing him to tighten his grip around me so I wouldn't fall.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
"Okay be ready to enter the...sksnsmakmk." He finished his sentence in jibberish before pushing a large heavy door open. The revealed a marvelous looking feast. I gaped at the delicious- looking food. Also, by the table of of food, was Mr. Horan. His arms crossed over his chest and a blank look on his face.
"Styles, let her go." Niall growled. I looked up at Harry, who seemed to have been put in a trance. I swallowed.
"No Harry don't let me go I can't stand on my own feet."
Harry looked stuck between whether to do as I say it as Niall says. Niall gave me a look, but not a too harsh one, since he was the one who had shot me, it didn't surprise me that he was acting so generous towards me.
"Put. Her. Down." Niall ordered. Harry swallowed and gave me an expression that said 'sorry'. I nodded an 'its okay' to him, even though I knew it wasn't going to be okay. He gently set me down on the ground. Almost instantly, the pain shot through me, resulting in me staggering before falling to me knees. I shut my eyes ready to hit the ground, but that never happened. Instead, a pair of large hands snuck around my waist and pulled me up. My feet left the ground and I was quickly enveloped in a tight hug. I looked at the person embracing me, to find it was Niall. He looked like he'd been hit by a bus all of a sudden. He caressed his head in my neck. He began to whisper into my ear.
"I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry... I.." He repeated into my ear in a broken voice. I actually found myself feeling sorry for him. But how could I? He was the one who shot me, he was the one who kidnapped me. Si why should I feel bad, it wasn't my fault.
"Niall... it... it's okay. I'm feeling better already..." I tried to soothe him.
Why the hell am I trying to soothe him? He should be soothing me.
But still... still he probably went through a lot... But so did I..
Oh shut up you mentally ill brain! you know nothing of life!!

"No it is my fault that you went through this.. I want to make it up to you."
Uh... why?
"Why would you want to make it up to me?" I wanted to pull away but he was holding me even away from the ground.
He didn't respond.
Instead, he picked me up bridal style and carried me to a chair at the large food covered table. To be honest, I was starving my mouth watered at the sight of the food.
"Here um.... I'll serve you something to eat, what do ya want?" he asked, some kind of accent, but it was barely noticeable. I shrugged it off. He gave me the food.

After I ate a whole shit load with the five men, they got up and told me they were making an announcement.
"Okay, so we've been found out by the cops due to Riley's sudden bravery..." Zayn trailed on stealing a few glances at me playfully. My fists clenched.
Well if you wouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place, than I wouldn't have had to call the cops, you dumb asses, I thought to myself.
"Therefore, we're moving to Australia." Those were the only words if heard. My head snapped in the direction if the man with the almost-too-perfect hair. My eyes bulged.
"AUSTRALIA!!!???" I screamed in disbelief, causing their heads to turn to me, holding their ears. I smiled sheepishly.
"Yes. problem babe?" Niall got up from his seat and walked to me. I nodded my head vigorously.
"Well too bad. It was your own fault babe." He told me, a smug look on his face.
"What's with your sudden mood change?" I asked in a spit tone.
"Nothin' babe."
"Don't call me that." I growled. My fingers curled into fists and my jaw clenched. He got closer to me and attempted to stroke my cheek. I flinched at his touch. falling back into my chair. Shock washed over him, but that soon turned to anger. I could see the blue in his eyes slowly fade.
Please, not again...

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