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He Saves You From An Abusive Relationship

Liam: You were having a Disney Movie marathon with your best friend, Liam, at your apartment. It had been great. Liam didn’t know about how your boyfriend, Nick, would hit you, but he didn’t need to know. He was saving you already, just being there. Just as the credits for ‘The Little Mermaid’ began to roll, you heard a banging on the door and flinched. Nick was home. Early.

"Who is that?" Liam asked, seeing your shocked expression.

"Oh it’s… it’s uh… it’s just… Go hide in the coat closet." You mumbled.

"What?" He frowned, confused.

"Hide in the fucking coat closet, Liam." You repeated and he opened his mouth to protest, but you added on a desperate, "Please."

"I… okay." He rushed to the closet and slipped inside, closing the door softly. Before answering the door, you made sure you couldn’t hear any sound coming from the inside. It was all clear. You opened the door and there was Nick. Drunk and pissed off.

He never liked Liam. He thought he was a ‘pussy’ and a ‘wimp’, things you knew he wasn’t. You were kicking yourself when you remembered, you’d left his shoes in the doorway. Now you were in for it.

"Bitch, I saw that asshole’s shoes in the doorway, what his name again? Leonard? Leo? Liam? Yeah… that’s it." Nick spat in your face, spraying you, "What the fuck is going on?!"

"Nothing, Nick." You squeaked, "He just came over for a mov-" You started, but you were interrupted by a slap to the face, so hard you collapsed to the ground, your cheek burning. You hit the ground so hard that your back was filled with excruciating pain and you could barely breathe. Nick proceeded to kick you, your stomach, your legs, your head, everywhere.

"Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch! I know you’ve been fucking him!" He shouted while you wailed. You were going to die tonight, you knew it, you knew it, every kick just brought you closer to ending it. He dragged you to your feet by your hair and you screamed. Nick was bad, but never this bad. He pushed you into the coat closet door and you collapsed against it, your breathing ragged and your eyes puffy with tears, "Fuck you, whore. Get out of my house. Pack up and leave. You’re not even that hot as it is, you slut." He shouted and slammed the door of the apartment.

Within moments, Liam pushed the door open and stared at you for a moment, bruised, scratched, bleeding and gasped. He pulled you tight to his chest and you cried into his shirt, the pain awful. Liam gently pushed you away by your shoulders and brushed your hair out of your bruised eyes so he could look into your eyes.

"(Y/N), why didn’t you tell me? All those bruises I’d seen… you told me you got hurt at work, you told me it was nothing…" He stammered, "We’re calling the police, and getting the fuck out of here. Taking you to the hospital." Before you could protest, he kissed you, hard. There was no lust in the kiss, no anger, no sex, not the way Nick always kissed you. It was pure love. You kissed him back and when he pulled away, despite all the pain, you were buzzing.

Niall: Your boyfriend, Dave, had just gotten into the shower. You felt free, like for the next ten minutes, you could actually speak. When he was around, you either couldn’t say anything at all or had to coo delightedly at whatever he was saying, being his little puppy dog. Your phone buzzed. Niall was calling.

He knew about the abuse. He’d tried to get you out of it, but he didn’t know how bad it was. You could never tell Nick anything, he never let you speak. If you did, it would never end well. He’d… scream or hit you or make you do things you didn’t want to do.

"(Y/N), is everything okay? Has he done… anything?" He was rushing to speak, knowing you didn’t have much time.

"No, not yet, he’s in the shower. He just got ho-" The phone was slapped out of your hand and you winced automatically. It was Dave. He was out of the shower long before you’d expected.