What We Are - N.H

Twenty Three

The tears ran down my face, I couldn't stop them.

I could feel my heart pumping through my chest.

My mind was replaying earlier but it was just a blur inside my head.

As I looked around, I realised where I was, lying on my own bed with my own pyjamas on. Niall was sitting at the end looking down at me.

"Where am I?" I asked sleepily.

"Shhhh... don't worry, your at home and your fine." Niall told me comfortingly, holding his busted knuckles.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

* * *

NIALL'S P.O.V

I pushed through the crowd, desperately searching for Harry.

"HARRY, Harry she's in trouble!" I grabbed his arm and ran back out of the hall before he could do anything.

My throat went dry when I saw why she was screaming.

Him. He was against the wall on top of my girl friend. All I could hear was my heart beating and chocked screams coming from her mouth.

That was when I lost it. "Get away from my girl friend." I shouted.

As he turned around, he gave enough space for her to wriggle out of his grip, she ran into my arms and sobbed into my chest.

I hugged her tight and inhaled the vanilla sent of her hair. Once I let her go, and I was about to beat the shit out of Ethan, she collapsed and fell to the floor.

"Look what you've done to her" I cradled her pale face in my arms. Harry rushed over and held her, moving the sweaty hair from her face.

"That is it!" I stood up and yelled in his face, "you have crossed the line now, what didn't you understand when she told you she wanted nothing to do with you? Your supposed to have a girlfriend," I thrust my fist towards his face, causing his cheek to split open, by this time a crowd of people had gathered around us.

"Sorry dude, I was just having some fun" he told me, holding his very bloody cheek.

"Some fun, SOME FUN" I almost laughed, "why don't you go and have "some fun" with someone who actually wants it, because you damn well knew that Mabel wanted nothing to do with you." I thrust my fist at him again, crating another hideous mark on his face.

I couldn't contain myself, I put all my effort into it and before I knew it, we were both on the ground fighting.

"Hold her I'll sort him out" I heard Harry tell Katrina behind me. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, pulling me of Ethan.

"Let go of me," I lashed in his arms, "he needs to know that he messed with the wrong person" I yelled.

"Mate, just calm down, you showed him, just look at his face." Harry pointed towards Ethan's battered face.

"You should go. Get yourself cleaned up and go." I said bitterly, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down.

I knelt down and shook Mabel's shoulders, trying to wake her up.

"Babe, come on, wake up. He's gone, you safe now with us."

"I'll call a taxi for you two, I think you should take her home and put her to bed, she looks exhausted." Harry said.

* * *

After I explained the whole situation to her devastated mother, I carried her up to her bedroom and got her into her pyjamas.

I decided to stay for a bit longer, watching her beautiful face as she breathed softly.

Just as I was about to get up and leave, her eyes fluttered open, she looked around the room, absorbing her surroundings.

"Where am I?" She asked sleepily.

"Shhhh... don't worry, your at home and your fine." I told her, trying to sound comforting, holding my sore busted knuckles.

"What the hell happened?" She asked.

I told her everything.