Saving You.//n.h

96.

-Heather's P.O.V

After I had gotten Niall's bloody face cleaned up, having a movie day and snuggled together in my bed, my father said it was time to go. I was actually surprised, my father has never told Niall that he had to leave, he lets him stay as long as he wants. I sat up in the bed, turning on my lamp and running my fingers through my hair looking over at Niall who had his face burried in my pillow.

"Come, I'll walk you down stairs." I patted his back getting off the bed, hearing him groan loudly, running his fingers through his hair before looking down at me. I nearly winced at his face, three cuts on his face, two black eyes and a bruised nose and a bruised jaw. I looked down at the hard wooden floor, hearing Niall sigh.

"Heather please don't get upset, this isn't your fault." He whispered, his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, frowning.

"Niall he threatened to kill you in my damn house! This is my fault, if I wasn't half blind and such a bitch I would of stopped him before any of you gotten injured!" He wrapped me in his arms, rubbing my back as I clutched onto his jumper, breathing heavy.

"Just breathe, you're okay, I'm okay. I understand that he doesn't like the fact that we're dating, that's not going to change anything." He kissed the top of my head, pulling back giving me a small smile. "Come on, walk your guest down the stairs." We walked down the stairs quietly, my parents both sitting in the living room. My mother curled into my fathers side, holding onto him tightly making me frown.

I don't even remember seeing my mother so close to my father, or another man.

"I'll give you a call later, okay?" I nodded standing on my tippy toes giving him a kiss goodbye, opening the door for him as he pulled the keys out from his pocket. I shut the door quietly, locking it before turning towards my father.

"Sit down please." His voice was quiet and raspy, almost as if he has been drinking a bottle of liquor for a whole week. I sat on the new red leather furniture that was recently purchased since our old furniture had gotten destroyed from the break in, my father cleared his throat. "Your mother and I have talked, and we think it's best you stay home for a while, and take some space away from Niall." I frowned, swallowing hard. I could feel my anger grow.

"What did he do wrong? My brother, if that's what I want to call him, beat him to the pulp in our kitchen. Why do I have to be away from him?" I raised my voice, glancing over at my mother who had her face buried in my fathers shoulder, keeping quiet.

"Heather, don't raise your voice. We're doing what's best, there has to be something going on between the two of them, and you're half blind honey. You need to stay home for a while and focus on your family, and your child." I ran my fingers through my hair, scratching at my scalp roughly. This wasn't fair, how could they keep me away from him?

"He is the father of my daughter, he can't stay away from me." My voice was quiet, almost below a whisper. I could see my mother lift her head, staring at me. I looked down at my black socks, wiggling my toes.

"The point is he isn't the real father, just don't fight this Heather. You're staying away from him and staying home, end of discussion." I looked at my mother, she's never raised her voice at me like this, and I was actually a bit hurt that she was talking to me like this.

"I love him and I don't get why I have to be away from him, I didn't start any of this. He's kept me safe for this past month, and you guys aren't doing anything by keeping me safe." I stood up from the couch not letting them say anything else as I stormed up the stairs, going down to Maddie's room. I peeked the door open, seeing her playing with her barbie dolls. "Maddie, can I come in?" I asked quietly, she shook her head.

"I'm mad at you mommy, you left me home." She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out, her big blue eyes wide and her arms crossed. I frowned leaning against the door frame.

"I'm sorry, mommy loves you, and you know that." She shook her head standing to her feet, staring up at me before slamming the door shut in my face. I sighed sadly, resting my forehead against the door hearing her mumble quietly to herself.

For fucks sake, my own daughter is pissed off at me.

"Heather." I jumped, turning around so my back was against the door. Luke stood in front of me, his face bruised, but not as bad as Niall's. His eyes were blood shot, almost as if he was crying.

"Stay away from me." I hissed through clenched teeth, my bottom lip quivering. He frowned.

"Heather pl-"

"You almost killed my boyfriend in front of me, how could you do that?" I cried, "you even had the guts to call me a slut straight to my face. Maybe you are right, maybe I am a slut, and has more than one baby daddy, according to you." I spat, stepping closer, stabbing him in the chest with my index finger, his body flinching. "But never, will I become a murderer." I pushed past him, down to my new bedroom. I slammed the door, sliding down it with my face burried in my hands.

I don't even know what to do with myself.

-Niall's P.O.V

Going back to my flat was strange, being alone and sitting in silence. It was almost like I was rewinding to when I would always be alone, I was used to it. But now, I have the lads and Heather to keep me company all the time and always created some kind of sound in the place.

But now, I was alone and it almost made me disappointed.

I tossed my keys onto the table, landing with a thud. I ran my hands through my hair, iching my scalp as I made my way down the hall into the bathroom. I turned the light on, realizing that I had loads of laundry to do and that I nearly forgot how nice it felt to be back in my bathroom, being able to piss somewheres where anyone won't barge in.

One reason I like being home.

I grabbed the bottle of pain killers from the drawer, examining my face in the mirror. Heather had bandaged up my face, light pink colored band-aids covering the three cuts that Luke had created on my face. The fact that he had beaten the living piss out of me, I wasn't even afraid of the douchebag.

I think what pissed me off the most was that he had done that in front of Heather, his own sister. And called her a slut, what kind of brother does that to his sister?

I tossed the bottle of pain killers onto the floor, not bothering to take any. I placed my hands firmly on the sink, clutching it tightly. My thoughts were drowned in the father subject, just the thought of being a father ran shivers down my spine.

I offered to be Maddie's father, and I'm not even fit enough for it. I'm a fuck up who doesn't do anything right, does the wrong things. I don't even know what it's like raising a child, I don't know why I agreed to this.

Luke was right, I'm not the father, nor do I deserve to be. Yes, her father is sitting in a jail cell and I do hope he rots in that shit hole. I let out a heavy, annoyed sigh before reaching into the cupboards once more, grabbing the bottle of pills.

Come on Niall, you've got a daughter and girlfriend, don't do this.

I ignored my concious, pouring out three pills and placing them onto the counter. I crushed them with my fist, putting the white powdered substance into a thin line, hearing it scream for me. I reached into my pocket grabbing a random bill, rolling it.

I bent down so my face was inches away from it, sighing. I pressed against my nostril, before sharply inhaling the powder, my eyes squeezed shut.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry dad for not being the son you wanted.

I'm sorry mom for being a pothead and being that kid who fights for all the wrong reasons.

I'm sorry Maddie for being a shitty father, even though you're not my real daughter. Maybe I just agreed because your father is sitting in jail and I felt bad.

But most of all, I'm sorry Heather.

I'm sorry I can't be what you want or what you need.

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