Niall's Little Angel

I'll Tell You What Happened

Harry's P.O.V.

I park the car and get out, opening the door for Louis. His eyes meet mine, they're filled with sorrow. "Noah, are you awake?" She nods, almost invisable. He strokes her hair and burries his face in her neck. "Let's get inside." Liam whispers, as Zayn opens the door. We all sit down on the couch, Noah's hands holding on to Louis arms, still not looking up. We sit there in silence, nobody saying a word. "What now?" I ask, hesitating. "Can I please take a shower, Liam?" She whispers all sudden, almost inaudible. Her voice is trembling, even softer than always. She looks up and meets our gaze. Tears are blinking in her eyes. No one reacts, no one wants to ruin the beautiful echo. She shrinks in, confused why her question stays unanswered. "Please?" It sounds pleading, like she's asking something impossible. Yet there's still no answer. "Of course you can, love. I'll help you, okay? Do you think you can change to your bikini?" I reply, finally breaking the daze that a hold of me. She nodded and I try to take of Louis jacket. But she holds on the it, not willing to let it go. Though it opens a little, revealing a part of her pale skin. In shock I realise she's wearing nothing beneath it, exept her lingerie maybe. Our eyes meet and she looks at me, begging me to let it go. I pick her up and carry her upstairs. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me what happened. But know that I'm here for you, no matter what went on in there. It kills me that I wasn't there, eventhough I promised to protect you." With those words I walk to the corridor, ready to close the door. "Wait." She whispers and I can't help but gaze at her perfect lips as they form these words. "I will tell you, Harry. I just need some time to figure out how." Eventhough it sounds melanchonic and pained, these two sentences put a weak smile on my face and they always will. They're in my memory, forever. I leave the room and close the door behind me. My thoughts are still with her story when I put on my swimming pants. I knocked on her door, waiting for a sign to come in. "I'm ready." She was sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking. I couldn't help myself from running towards her. Her beautiful body was hurt even more now, covered with new bruises and red stains. It surprised me when she pulled back. "Can we please go more slowly?" She begged, gazing at me. "Of course, love. Tell me when I'm going too fast." I don't know what happened and I'm not gonna ask either. I'll wait patiently. She relaxes a bit more, only a tiny little bit though. "Shh, it'll be fine. None of us wants to hurt you." My voice sounds calm and I notice it has a good affect on her. "All the screaming made my ears hurt." She whispers, leaving me unknowing. I pick her up again, this time more slowly. I slowly touch her hand first, then lay my arms around her waist. She shivers a little and I want to pull back but she grabs my arm. "I'm alright." I use me other arm to lift up her legs while trying to read her expression. We enter the shower, putting on the crane. The water streams down our body's, taking the dirt away. "His touch made me feel like I was worth nothing." Her eyes are closed and I hesitate. Should I let her go? "His words frightened me." No, I embrace her, comfort her. "The sounds he made, they were-they were-" She starts shaking again. "Shhh, love. It'll be okay now. He's gone. You're safe in my arms. This my voice, my touch, my words. " I gently rub circles on her back, whispering things in her ear. "Let it wash away. We'll forget." She nods, sighting. I wash her hair, it's still as blonde and long as always. Some things never change. The waterdrops roll down her chin, falling on the floor. "We'll'get through this together." I step out of the shower, wrapping both of us in a towel. She shivers a little. "Are you cold?" I ask, holding her even tighter. She nods softly and I stroke her body with the towel, drying it. Her eyes close, as she tries to exept the touch. "I'll go change, okay?" I don't move before knowing her answer. "Thanks Harry. I know I can always count on you."

Niall's P.O.V.

"Please come out, Niall." Zayn yells again. No, why would I? I'm not usefull to anyone. Because of me, Noah almost got raped. "Come on, Ni." My hands thugh my hair, leaving a sour spot. It somehow makes me feel better. I do it again and again. My legs are shaking like crazy. How can I be so stupid? So awfull, urgh. It kills me to even be me. That feeling inside my heart, it's terrible. The feeling of guilt. Of being the worst person in the world. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself. I want to scream this words, write them on my forehead. But I can't, people'll just give me some looks filled with sympathy. They don't understand. They don't understand how it's like to look in the mirror and hate what you see. To be disgusted by yourself. By the thought that those words came out of your mouth. That that was something you did. That that thought was yours. How can I even breath? Tell my heart to beat? "We need you here." No you don't. You're just saying that. Those words are meaningless. My mind is driving my crazy. It's signing me to rip my body apart. To rip my ears of, my eyes, my stomach, my lungs... my heart. I want to cut it all in pieces, burn it alive. Maybe the feeling'll dissapear then. Maybe I'll feel numb then. Numb, it seems like heaven. No feelings, no thoughts, no hate. Tears stream down my face and I don't bother whiping them away. How do I even dare to cry? She's the one going through the worst now. It's all my fault. It's all my fucking fault. My nails dig in my skin, deeper, deeper, deeper. I wish I could crack my bones this way. It'd feel like a relieve. I wonna leave. I wonna leave. I wonna feel numb. Nothing. I want nothing. Absolutly nothing. I want everything exept this feeling. It needs to go away. Please leave, please. Pretty pretty please. Leave me alone. Leave me the fuck alone.

"Niall, I need you." She whispered.

Zayn's P.O.V.

When Noah and Harry left, Niall runned to his room. I know why, I wish I didn't. But I know why. Guilt. It's such a strong emotion. It eats you alive, leaves you torn apart. "Open up." I ask, eventhough I know it's hopeless. I'm not the one who can get him out of there. That soul is trying to wash all the memories away, failing horribly. All those broken souls, broken minds, broken hearts. We all just run around, attempting to find all the pieces back. Yet everytime a little piece gets lost. We'll never be the same again, never. "Please come out, Niall." I let myself slide down against the door, looking for one of my pieces on the floor. It has to be here somewhere. "We need you here." My tries are hopeless. So I leave, I leave before I loose even more pieces. Liam looks at me, a surprised expression on his face. "You left him?" Then he sees the look in my eyes and let's it go. I can't, I just can't. "We need to know what happened." My hands grab my hair, as I'm struggling with myself. "I know what happened." Louis says and we gaze at him. "How?" Josh asks. "Niall told me." One single tear streams down his face. "Believe me, it was pure torture. That man was horrid. I can't even- I can't even imagine how they must've felt. " I hug him, cuddling in his chest. He lost alot of pieces too. "Tell us, Lou. Please tell us." Liam begs, a desperate expression his face. The boy nods slowly. He starts telling what happened and I gasped for air. "The men forced him to say something. He refused at first. But Noah begged him to say it, afraid he would get hurt if he didn't. It was the sound of her voice, he told me. That little thing that was missing when she asked him." "What did he say, Louis? We need to know what." Liam says patiently, yet stern. "You don't want to know." He whispered, looking at the floor. "We do." His gaze met ours and we saw the fear in his eyes. "You're gonna rape my slut, right infront of me and I will watch." He whispered, almost inaudible. "What?" "You're gonna rape my slut, right infront of me and I will watch. That's what the men made him say." He answers louder now, his voice trembling a little. "He needs to get out of that room now. Before he hurts himself. Now." I scream, jumping up. Yet nobody moved. No one said a word. "Please." I plead, throwing my hands up in the air. "Let him finish, Zayn." Liam warns me and I fall down on the couch. Then he tells Lou to continue telling. My mind goes crazy, hurts more every sentence. "Did he do it?" I ask. "No, he didn't get a chance too. Noah knocked him out." We all sigh in relieve, exhausted and helpless. But then I hear a quiet voice, and I know that I found back one little piece. "Where's Niall?"

A/N

Hello! Please comment and vote :) Just wonna say that I love you guys, you're the reason behind my smile! Also, a random fact about me. Err, I'd say that, err. I one time ran after a car! Seriously! So, another question for you guys: What's your nationality? (Haha, that was one if the things I needed to fill in in my english test!) Oh, and something else! I didn't really know a good name for this chapter... If any of you knows a better one, tell me! The best one gets a dedication :)

Xxx Astrid