Niall's Little Angel

Somewhere Only We Know

A/N

This is the first weird chapter. I hope you like it but tell me if you don't. I know there are alot of fanfics out there who're way worse, but that doesn't mean you guys (or girls, probably) like it. So comment me your opinion!

Niall's P.O.V.

"NIALL." I hear Noah scream and my eyes get clear again. There are three men. One of them is pulling her hair, dragging her across the room. Two others are busy kicking me. They kick and kick and kick. I can feel my stomach aching. I need to do something, I need to. But what if I can't. My vision gets troubled again when someone hits my face. They grab my hands, trying to tie me down. "Calm down, blondie. Unless you want us to hurt your little slut here." They spit in my face before the other guy kicks Noah. "Just nice and calm, okay? We're going to tie down with a rope. And don't you dare to move. Not even a fucking inch, or we'll ruin those pretty faces. Got that, loverboy?" He rubs my cheek, then pulls my hair. "Got that?" He asks again with his fake calm tone. I nod, groaning. My hands get tied and so do my legs. I can't move anymore. "Ivan and Luke, leave. I can handle it from now. Let me introduce myself. I'm Alec. But you can call me sir. You guys entered the wrong neighbourhood and I'll make you regret that. So loverboy, why don't we start." The man has dark brown hair and blue eyes. A cold expression is written on his face. He crosses the room, walking to Noah. His hand lands on her cheek. A loud beng fills the room, as her cheek turns red. "Why are you do this? Can't you just let us go?" I plead, trying to get rid of the rope. "No. And why? You wonna know why? 'Cause I'm a sadistic prick. Does that answer your question? You better watch out, every time you move, your little slut here'll regret it." He kicks her stomach. She shrinks in, almost throwing up. "And you can't do anything about it. Can't you, loverboy?" He takes her hair in a strong grip. "Who's taking the lead here?" He pulls it, causing her to fall of the bed. "Answer me." My troath hurts, as I try to search for words. "ANSWER ME." He comes closer again. "You." "Who did you say? I can't hear you." I gather my strength. "YOU, SIR. YOU." I yell. "Very well. Wonna know what I'm gonna do?" He bends over, his face only a few inches from my bruised face. "I'm gonna rape your slut, right in front of you and you will watch. Say those words." I shake my head. Never. "Say them, loverboy. Say them, loud enough so she can her them." He threatens, pulling my hair. But my mouth doesn't open. "Are you sure?" He waits a few moments, then kicks me again, his foot hurting my back. "What did you say?" I still don't make a sound. He lifts his leg, ready to do it again. "JUST SAY THEM ALREADY." Noah screams, her voice is taken by pain and fear. "You're gonna rape my slut, right infront of me and I will watch." The words hurt and I'm ashamed I even said them. "Louder." He threatens, making me hesitate. "Louder." I open my mouth. "YOU'RE GONNA RAPE MY SLUT, RIGHT INFRONT OF ME AND I WILL WATCH." He laughs evily, walking towards her. "Glad you gave me your permission. Now let this be clear. Close your eyes for longer than a second and you'll regret it, she'll regret it." I nod softly, preparing myself for what'll come. Noah looks at me, her beautiful orbs filled with pain. I messed it up. I fucking messed it up.

Louis' P.O.V.

I run through the streets, looking for them. It's hopeless, I know. But I must found them, I feel like something's wrong. Liam'll kill me later for leaving. Maybe everything is okay? Maybe I'm worrying about nothing. Yeah right, I've ran here before. I know what can happen in these streets. Those three men, they aren't dead. And they're not the only one, there are a hundred more people like them. Murderers, whores, drugdealers... rapists. Nothing can happen to Noah. I'll kill Niall if she gets hurt. She's so vulnerable right now, as if any movement can break her. That's why I'm here. To get my little brother and sister, to bring them back home. We'll give them a warm blanket and a cup of tea. There's no danger there. But no, irresponsible like we are, we let them leave the house at 12pm. If I could turn back time, we would've had a movienight now. Then I wouldn't be walking here, ignoring the sluts, who're begging for a job. We made a mistake and I'm gonna pay for it. I'll bring them back home, let them sleep on the couch. We'll be mad at first, but then they'll look at us with those innocent eyes no one can resist. All will be forgotten and forgiven. If I find them in time.

Josh's P.O.V.

The lads are freaking out and I'm just sitting here, waiting 'till Liam tells me what to do. I can't believe Paul istn't here. "Josh, you can take care of Harry, I'll go talk to Zayn." I stand up to walk to the couch where the curly boy is sitting. "No, Li, please don't go." He sobs, grabbing the lad's arm. It's the first thing he says tonight. "I'll go check on Zayn then." I suggest, rubbing Harry's cheek. "Are you sure you can handle that?" I nod slowly. "Stay calm. Whatever he does or says, stay calm. He doesn't mean what he says now. Don't try to control him, he'll come to you when he's ready." Liam advises me. In shock I realise they're getting used to this situations. He knows how the lads'll react. I walk to Zayn's door, knocking it slowly. "It's me, Josh. Can I come in?" I hear things being throwed against the wall, but the door doesn't open. "Let me in." No reaction. "Kick it open." Liam says, still comforting Harry. Kick the door open. Seriously? Is this some kind of actionmovie? How am I supposed to do that? Yet I try, focussing on the little girl who's out in the streets somewhere. I kick the door somewhere close to the lock and it flies open. Did I do that? Zayn didn't even notice, he's too busy breaking things. "Z, calm down. This isn't going to help." I try stop him, but he doesn't react. "When she comes home, Noah will be scared. She'll see all this broken things on the floor. She'll run away to Niall, afraid of the look in your eyes." He doesn't even think about what I say. "Like you care. You don't care about Noah, you're just here to spy for Simon. I mean look at you, you're not even worried. You're just a selfish little drummer, looking for money." His words burn in my soul. So that's how he thinks about me? No, no it isn't. He doesn't mean what he says now. I have to stay calm, that's what he told me. "Maybe that's how I look from the outside, but look at my hands." I hold them up so he can see them, they're shaking like crazy. "It kills me to see you like this. To know that the two most innocent people in the world are out there somewhere. That Louis is looking for them, wandering through the empty streets. At least I hope they're empty." I point at the window and he follows my gaze. His eyes are darker than ever, then they suddenly change. His expression softens. "What if something happens to her? Not again. She's been through too much already." He breakes down in sobs and I catch him, before he hits the ground. "It's okay, Zayn. We're all worried. They'll be back soon, I hope. Then Liam will be mad at them, but Louis will wink at her, so she knows she doesn't need to worry. We'll give them a blanket and let them cuddle in our arms." My voice enchants him and I bring him to the livingroom. Liam is laying there on the couch with Harry in his arms. The boy is worried sick. "I promised I'd protect her, Li." He sobs and Liam strokes his curls. "It's fine. They'll be okay. She doesn't always need someone to take care of her." I sit down next to them and take Zayn on my lap. The guy who never cries is now cuddling with me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I gently whipe them away, as he looks me in the eyes. His orbs look like gold now. "I'm so sorry, Josh. I'm so sorry." I ruffle his hair. "It doesn't matter. You didn't mean that." He still gazes at me. "What if she is scared of me?" "She won't be. When she comes home, you can hold her in your arms. She'll have that little twinkle in her eyes she only has when you're around. You'll compliment her and make her feel beautiful and safe." I whisper, he's curled up against my chest now. "Do you think so?" I nod heavily. That's what she'll do, if she comes home.