In Love With My Bully - Harry Styles (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - You Having A Laugh? (e)

Chapter 8

Are You Joking, Or Not?

Louis's POV  

I just stood there, with Niall by my side as we watched the petite, blonde girl beaten the life out of her by our best friends. We stood there for what seems like forever but soon we left. I looked back to see her lying there with her face looking quite pale and lifeless.

I was at home, with my mother at the late shift at the hospital, the twins at Brownies and the other two at a sleepover. My feet were kicked up as I flicked between two shows on TV. I was finally getting into the show as my phone started to ring 'Look After You' By The Fray.

Niall Calling

 

I picked it off the table and bought it close to my ear.

'Open the door!' Niall said. it sounded like he was straining.

'Wha-?'

'JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!' He screamed. I got up and opened the front door and saw Niall, with Maria in his arms. He was carrying her bridal style and looked like he was gonna drop her any minute.

'Niall? What the fuck are you doing?' I said while I took her from his arms. I was stronger than him, so was able to hold her like she weighed the same amount as a feather.

'Well, I went back to see if she had gone but she was still there. She is breathing but I don't know what to do. I couldn't take her to the hospital as....... Well yeah.... So I figured I would take her here.' I nodded but then saw her face. Her face was streaked with dry blood and dry tears. Her lip was cut and swollen and she had a black eye. Her hair was a mess and there was bits of mud and leaves tangled in the mess. Her top and sweater was ripped and mud had covered her skirts and dark tights. I got a box of baby wipes from my mums cabinet and handed it to Niall. He started to gently wipe her face clean. I ran upstairs and got a grey T-Shirt and a some boxers. I ran back downstairs where Niall had just finished. I picked her up.

'Take her shirt off.'

'Excuse me?' Niall sassed as he gave me a weird look.

'And put this on...' I gave him the grey shirt while rolling my eyes. He still looked uncomfortable. 'Just do it.' He took off her shirt and pressed her against my body. Niall put my shirt on her and I almost laughed at how big it looked on her.

Take off her skirt and tights and put these on.' I tossed him my boxers. He swiftly cought them but still  gave me a are-you-kidding-me-look. I nodded. He started to take off her skirt and put my boxers on. Then they were all visible. Niall let out a quick gasp. My breath hitched.

Did we do this?

There, on both her legs, were bruises, cuts and plasters. There were so many. My eyes roamed around. There was dry blood there too.

'It's like this on her face too.' He said wiping the blood off. I looked at her face. Her eyelids were closed and her lips were slightly parted. Niall had cleaned of the blood, but he had also cleared some make - up. There were bruises and cuts there too. Not to mention the plaster from the Samantha thing today.  I picked her up, bridal style and  took her up the stairs and placed her down in my bed.