Secrets In The Dark

Addiction

The interview room is a cold, dully lit place. The chairs are hard and uncomfortable and the window that you can't look into on the opposite side of the room is an obvious place where law enforcement officials stand and watch an interview. The floors are dark as are the walls that surround me.

I know thay have him here. I heard them talking about him. They arrested him in the middle of the night at his apartment. He was sound asleep on his couch with his television still on. I haven't seen him here but just knowing that he could be a room away from me is enough to place goosebumps across my skin.

The police investigators and lawyers sat with me through hours of questioning. They wanted to know every little thing that lead up to the moment. What I was wearing that day, who I talked to that day, which places I visited. Everything mattered in making a case against him. Before all of that though, of course I had to go to the hospital.

That was uncomfortable. Everyone looked over me as if I was some poor damaged item. The nurses were sweet but the look in their eyes screamed, "I'm sorry." Honestly, I don't want any "I'm sorries" from anyone. I just want justice for what's been done to me and what's been done and what will be done to countless other women.

"Kelly..." A familiar voice speaks in the doorway of the room.

I turn my head to find his comforting face. His once electric blue eyes stare back at me tiredly as a faint smile stretches across his lips. I slowly rise from the chair that I'm sitting in and find myself barreling into his arms.

"It's okay..." he whispers before I begin to cry into his neck.

"It's not okay Niall..." I cry, "I feel so cheap. So disgusting."

"No," he says as he slowly pulls away from me, "you're not cheap and you're not disgusting. This wasn't your fault, okay? You're beautiful and priceless and I love you no matter what happens."

I'm quiet as his words sink into my thoughts. I love him. I love him more than he will ever know. As much as I hated him and loathed him in the beginning of this whole thing, I can't help but want him more than I've ever wanted anything. I crave him all the time now. I'm like an addict that just can't get enough of their addiction.

"I love you too." I whisper, my voice barely audible over my sniffling.

"Let's get out of here now. We can drive back to the hotel and try to get some sleep. If you can't sleep, I'll stay up with you. I'll stay up with you as long as you need." he nods as he places my face between his hands.

"Thank you." I nod back, staring up at his tired blue eyes.

"No need to thank me for loving you..." he laughs slightly, taking my hand in his.

The ride home is quiet. Both of us stare forward as my head is against his shoulder. I listen to him breathe carefully in and out as the morning sun begins to rise. The dark sky turns to light before we get a chance to get back to the hotel. The media and fans have been pushed back about a block away because of the scandal.

Everyone knows now. It's no longer my secret in the dark. My parents were upset when they heard the news. Right this very moment they're on a plane out to Los Angeles. As strong as I'm being right now, I know that I'll crack and break again once they're here.

When something bad happens to you, I'm not really sure if something or someone can ever really make it better. Sure, we like to be held by a certain someone and the chance to cry into their arms, but that doesn't really fix it. Crying doesn't fix it. Sure it can make it better temporarily but it never fixes it.

"Alright. Is there anything that I can get you?" Niall asks as we enter the hotel room, "Water? Coffee? Fresh clothes?"

"No," I murmur as I sit at the side of the bed, "I just want you to lay with me."

"I can do that." Niall smiles as he removes his shoes before climbing into the bed.

He lays flat on his back and positions his head high against a pillow. He motions for me to lay in his arms as he keeps one hand flat on his stomach. I curl into his side and lay my head against his chest, resting one of my hands on his. We're quiet for the first few moments, completely lost in our minds.

"Can I ask you something?" he whispers into my hair.

"Of course." I respond.

"You hated me in the beginning didn't you?" he says as I feel his head move slightly.

"Kinda..." I reply, nodding my head gently.

"Why did you hate me?" he asks, his voice quiet.

"Because I thought you hated me." I shrug.

"No," he laughs, "I never hated you."

"Yes you did." I smile, looking up at him.

"No, I didn't." he smiles, shaking his head. "I loved you the moment you sat down to play video games with me backstage. I was just kind of embarrassed that I couldn't go out and catch a girl like you myself. Instead, one of the robots from management had to go out and find the girl of my dreams."

"Are you being serious?" I ask, my lips curling into another smile.

"As serious as a man can get." he nods. "I was just left thinking, what if Sandra hadn't found you on the beach that day? I hate that question."

"Why?" I murmur.

"Because..." he whispers, "I wasn't there to find you myself. I wouldn't have ever known you. I wouldn't have had the chance of falling in love with you."

"And what about now?" I ask.

"What about now?" he asks back.

"You still want me? Even bruised and broken?" I ask, my voice a whisper.

He stares down at me. His chest rises barely under me as his lips stay in a tight line.

"I want you even more because of that..."

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A/N:

I am so terribly sorry if this story sucks now. I am out of touch with this story and am honestly just updating to get one step closer to completing it. Anyways, if you're still reading this story, thank you so much. This was my first ever fanfic here on wattpad and I can't believe I still have people asking me about it. I love all of my readers so much! You all inspire me every single day! xx Sarah