this // narry au

57. i shot a man down

Literally my two people who found my Wattpad account, one of them didn't care and moved on but the OTHER one is reading this book omg I'm literally about to delete 99% of my authors notes because my life will be ruined

A/N: can I just say daddy kink is chapter 59

and I've literally been trying to update for two days but the Wattpad app kept crashing and deleting the chapter while I was editing it like tf Wattpad step up your game pls

AND LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED MY FRIEND BOUGHT ME A X-LARGE FRENCH VANILLA LATTE AND A GLAZED DONUT AND I WAS RRALLY EXCITED SO I WENT TO GO PUT MY SHIT BACK IN MY LOCKER, THEN I GO BACK TO MY FRIEND AND THIS FUCKING LITTLE BITCH STOLE MY DRINK AND DONUT AND FUCKING WENT HOME WITH IT IM SOOO PISSED IM GOING TO KILL HIM

LET me see his dead beat ass in the street with his spongebob LOOKIN ASS TEETH IMMA POUNCE ON HIS NECK AND BEAT HIM DEAD

57 - I Shot A Man Down (chapter title is based off of he Rihanna song Man Down where a guy rapes Rihanna at a party and a couple days later she gets a gun and shoots him dead in time square in front of a lot of people)

I feel as if the breath is knocked right out of my lungs, as if the world has stopped revolving and the sun and the moon have vanished mid-air and the whole sky was pitch black and the world was ending around me.

"What?" I instantly stand up.

"I shot him. With a gun. I wasn't even thinking straight-- I'm a monster, oh my God," Niall whispers, "He was probably a brother and a son with a future and a loving family and he's dead."

"Why'd you shoot him, Niall?" I murmur, my voice shaking. (Hell, my whole body was shaking). When I don't receive a reply, I take a deep inhale. "You are a...murderer."

In return I hear a small sound that resembles a sob come from the bathroom.

"Oh my god...." I've never had to comfort Niall, he built up so many walls to prove he was the bravest and strongest and toughest and I knew the act would break one day but I didn't expect it to come completely crashing down in a matter of minutes.

"He was h-hurting me, I d-didn't think-- he was an officer--"

"How did it happen?" I rest my forehead against the door.

"When you left for work I just went for a walk and he attacked me, I got scared." Niall says softly. "I was just scared, Harry. I swear I was just scared."

"Niall please," I murmur, shutting my eyes. "Tell me it was necessary. Tell me you didn't do it because you wanted to. Tell me it was either you or him coming out alive, Niall. Don't tell me you did it because you wanted him dead and that you've turned into the monster everybody warned me about. Niall please. P-please I can't--" I cut myself off, taking a deep breath.

When he stays silent I feel my throat tighten.

"Niall please." I beg.

"It was. Me or him." Niall's barely audible but it's loud enough for me to hear him and feel the fear of rejected in his voice. "I reached for his belt and just grabbed his gun-- If I didn't kill him he would've killed m-me but he's still dead."

I stay silent for I second; debating on if I should side with Niall or stay neutral.

"You would've been dead." I say finally. "It's not entirely your fault."

"I'd rather dead then a murderer," Niall suddenly snaps, before his voice softens. "If you're dead you're dead but if you're a murderer you live with the guilt, with the blood of somebody else on your hands permanently like a tattoo. Forever."