Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 11

I didn't know what to think.

Niall was still over there, hugging this strange man and I was completely frozen. I needed to snap out of it right now. As soon as the stranger pulled away and placed a kiss on my angels forehead I was back in action. I stomped over and pulled the little blonde boy away from whoever this guy thought he was.

"Niall what the hell?!" I was livid.

"Oh, Harry!" He said as if he had just remembered I existed. Then he glanced nervously between me and the other man before reaching out and grabbing his arm like a life-line. "Harry this is Liam." I didn't bother to greet him, didn't even glance at him. I kept my eyes trained on Nialls hand and tried to burn it with my anger. I guess he got the hint because he dropped his hand away and looked at me now, finally registering everything. "H-Harry.." Now he was afraid. I knew I should control myself but I couldn't help it, couldn't see past the obvious connection between these two.

Speaking of Liam he began to bristle next me. "Niall." He said in a deep voice that managed to sound stern and concerned at the same time.

"I'm okay Liam. He isn't like the master."

At this my head snapped to attention and I finally looked at the boy. How did he know about Niall's master? "Niall, I'm really going to need an explanation here. Please, before I explode." The words came out clipped and slow, polluted more and more by venom with each syllable. He nodded before asking if Liam could come behind the silk ropes. I nodded shortly and waited for Liam, not missing the way Niall immediately latched onto him. This only made my anger soar. Once we had sat on the couch, the two of them keeping an obvious distance from me, I turned to Niall. "Speak."

"Well you see, Liam and I have known each other for years. H-he was a servant to the master too." This shocked me. A big guy like him getting ordered around and beaten? I didn't see it.

"I understand your confusion." The big oof spoke and my eyes automatically narrowed in his direction. "I'm obviously not as small as Niall and not as easily pushed around, which is correct. The master didn't treat me in the same way. I did more labor work than anything, you see my family owed him money and sent me to be his slave in return. Years of working in the fields gave me enough strength to escape on my own. But then he brought in Niall." My stomach turned at the loving way he glanced at the Irishman and I turned away, unable to look.

"Liam took care of me. He was always the one who would come in after a beating and clean me up, give me medicine or water, anything I needed. I probably wouldn't have survived without him." I'd had my limit. Slowly I stood up from the couch and faced away from the two boys stuck together.

"Well, I'm glad you found each other. I'm not feeling very well so I think I'll just head home. Niall," his name hurt me to say, "I'm sure Zayn and Louis can help you find your way back." I began to walk away needing to breathe, needing to feel something other than this burning anger inside me. Seconds before I could reach the front door a hand landed on my shoulder and I turned to face a winded Niall.

"Harry wait! What's the matter?" I turned to keep walking only to be stopped again, more forcefully this time as Niall pushed me up against the nearest wall and crowded my body with his own. "Talk to me please. I thought you were over your insecurities." 

"Insecurities?!" The words seethed through my lips like lava, ready to burn anything in their path. "This isn't about being insecure Niall." I pushed him off me but he was right back on me before I could make much progress.

"Then what is it about? Stop being such a child and just tell me what's bothering you."

A child? Without answering him I gave one last final shove with all of my strength and ran as soon as it was clear. I didn't look back as I made my way through the club doors and out into the night. I stormed up to me car, slammed the door shut once I had gotten in and peeled off angrily. Niall was so damn infuriating.