One Shots [Niam]

Thunder

SHIP: Niam

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Boyxboy, Abuse

Niall's Pov:

When I was younger, my parents used to get into fights all the time. Some nights they would fight about my dad coming home to work late. Others, it would be about money.

Living in Ireland, it would rain a lot. It would thunder and lighting the whole time too. My parents would try their best to hide the anger they have towards each other from me. They would argue when it thundered and lightning at night. My parents would get all of their hatred for each other out when they fought. During the day, they would act happy and lovingly. Unfortunately, their plan for only arguing during thunder didn't work out too well.

They threw things. They yelled. They hit each other. They bickered. They slammed things against other things. I could hear it all. From the constant yelling to the hitting. The thunder and lighting muffled nothing.

I could hear everything. I could hear the hatred in their voices. I could hear the screaming. I could hear the hitting. I could hear glasses breaking. It upset me a lot.

My parents never spoke of any of this to me. They just assumed I didn't hear it. They thought the thunder and the lightning muffled everything. But it didn't.

The sound of rain was only the beginning. Once the rain fell, I only knew it was a matter of time before the fighting started.

They always thought I was oblivious to the hate and disgust they shared for each other. But ever since the first night they fought, I knew that we weren't a happy family. During the clear weather, we would be happy. We would plaster on fake smiles and laugh like nothing was wrong. Almost like every thing was good. But it wasn't.

I always promised myself when I was younger that I would never turn out like that. I would never hurt the one I love. I would never fight with them. My child would know that we were truly a happy family. We would be an ideal family. We wouldn't hide anything from each other. We would love each other like a family should.

After X-Factor, I tried my best to never come home. I couldn't be reminded about how unhappy I was at home. I wanted to leave the fighting that my parents did. I wanted to pretend the abuse never happened. I didn't think about my childhood. I couldn't. I didn't want to remember the emotional scars it left on me. All the memories from the house, I repressed.

One night, I woke up from the sound of rain. Outside the window next to my bed, rain was pouring. This is usual because of the weather cycle. However, what I wasn't expecting was a crack of lighting outside. In London, it rarely thundered. This was the first time I heard thunder since my childhood and in that crack of lightning, my repressed childhood memories flooded back to me.

I remembered the abuse, the alcoholism, the fighting, the unhappiness, and everything else. I sat in my bed. A tear falls down my face.

I feel a pain in my heart I haven't felt since the last night it thundered back at home. The overwhelming pain in my heart that clouded my thoughts and my physical wellbeing. It hurt. My chest felt tight. I was upset. I couldn't do anything but cry and wait for the thunder to stop. My uncontrollable sobbing filled me and the space around me.

"Niall!" I gather the strength to turn to the door where I heard the noise come from. Liam is standing in the door frame holding the door open.

I say nothing and continue my uncontrollable sobbing. "Niall..." His voice is gentle and touching. It calms me.

Liam comes to my bedside and sits. "Im not leaving you until you feel better. If that takes forever, I'm never leaving." He tells me. He lies on the space on the bed behind me. Slipping a hand over my waist he grabs tightly.

He pulls me in so were right against each other. "Im here for you." He whispers into my ear. His soothing voice begins to quiet me. He seems to have more control over my emotions then I do. As I focus less on my repressed childhood memories of my parents fighting, I focus more on Liam.

He kisses my neck gently, calming me more. "Everything is okay." I can feel his heart beat against my back. Its slow and steady. It seems to be rhythmic.

My quick breathing slows steadily. My heart pains drift away. My loud sobs turn into only a few tears. My clouded thoughts go blank.

"As long as I'm here, you're safe."