Tattooed Heart [N.H AU]

Sixteen

-Niall's P.O.V-

After Summer went to make that phone call. I had to bite my tongue while stitching myself up. I was bleeding badly, I had to run to my bathroom and shut the door behind me searching for some new towels to clean myself up. After a while, I finished stitching my wound and made my way over to my bed.

I grabbed the towel that had some alcohol and place it into my side where my wound was stitched up. I let out a painful cry. "GOD DAMN IT!" I cursed.

My door opened with a Whoosh. Summer came over watching me carefully. I could feel my eyes getting teary and my face getting red.

"What's wrong?" Summer asked concerned.

"Oh, it's nothing" I replied closing my eyes.

"Let me see your wound" she said, making her way over to my side. I took the towel away from my wound and let her take a look at it.

"It's better than before" she said ''smiling.

"You're welcome. Im a professional in this kind of things" I laughed but stopped instantly, making my way over to my queen size bed. Why did I tell her that? She must think that I'm always fighting; getting hurt and always stitching myself. STUPID!

"Do you need anything else?" she asked softly, looking right into my eyes.

"No, no, I'm alright, but you seem pretty tired. You better make your way back home. Your parents must be worried." I gave her a serious look; why does she care so much about me? Doesn't she have someone in her life to take care of; a boyfriend maybe?

"No I can't let you alone in this conditions Niall, you need someone to take care of you" she insisted. For fuck's sake! She's stubborn.

"I insist; you better make your way home." Standing up, I grabbed her by her upper arm and pushing her over to my bedroom's door. "Thank you for your preoccupation, but I can handle this on my own" I let go of her and closed the door with a Thud.

I suddenly, felt dizzy. With every step I took, it felt like I was walking on the clouds. I luckily made my way over to my bedroom and collapsed....

*Next day*

I woke up better than the other days. My wound was healing and it only stung if I touched it. I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. I would of being dead if Summer hadn't given me strength to fight back with those encourage words of her. I have to thank her one way or another but I wonder where she is now.

Slowly, I finally got out of bed making my way over to my bathroom to do my business. Later, my stomach was rumbling, indicating me that it needed food. I made my way over to the bedroom's door to go to the kitchen and make myself something to eat.

I must of had opened the door only a couple of centimetres and I heard someone softly snoring on the other side. Someone's here. I slowly backed up from the door and carefully made my way over to my nightstand. In the last drawer I had a gun.

You're probably wondering; why does he have a gun on his house? Well let me tell you something, when you are in the most fearful gang in Ireland, you have to use protection, and by 'protection', I mean a weapon, and this is one of those occasions. I have to protect myself from that person that is in MY apartment. I checked if it had bullets. I haven't used it since I had to leave Ireland. This was a gift from Mark way back then.

I made my way over the door again, as quiet and fast as I could go, I made my way over the couch. I couldn't see that person's face, so I got a bit closer. The person moved and let out a little wimp. It sounded like a girl, Weird. I aimed my gun and I was nearly about to press the trigger when I finally saw who it was. I stopped on my tracks.