Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 8

Foolish~8

*PRESENT DAY REESE POV*

The phone slipped from my hand. Almost in slow motion it tumbled to the floor.

My whole body shaken up. Goosebumps spiked in terror.

Oh god. For all I know he could just be saying those things. He probably doesn't believe me at all. He's trying to find me to get back at me for lying to them all.

No.

I stumbled to the floor.

My hands trembling.

I've got to to run.

But I can't..

Everyone will see me and attack me. But if I stay here, Niall and the boys will come for me.

*hours later*

Just then my front door handle began to fumble. And twist. There was a knocking.

Rising from my sleeping place on the floor. My vision blurred and dark.

I stared at the rectangle door for a solid 10 seconds. Frozen.

The knocking increasing with each moment.

"Reese? It's me Mr.Styles" I hear a mans voice.

What the hell is he doing here?

"What do you want?" I ask fiercely.

"I just want to talk" he says in a genuine voice.

I don't know why but I found myself unlocking the door that shut me out of the world.

Just then the door flung backwards. Causing me to fly into the side table. Crashing the lamp to the floor. Shattered.

I see Harry's dad stomp into my apartment with enraged anger.

"Finally. I've been hearing your damn name on every piece of publication for the past year. You hurt my son. You smashed him to pieces. I've already done that way too many times. Thanks for adding to the shit"

He stands. Harry clearly getting his stature from his father. He towers me as I lay almost limp on the floor.

"This is what sluts deserve" he sneers.

"No" I gasp for air as his toe collides with my rib cage.

This is it. This is what I deserve. For the stupid mistake.

I was almost thankful for this.

I didn't even fight back.

My body accepting the slaps and punches.

Blotches of I don't know what crowd my vision.

Suddenly I see a figure at the door.

The person's fist smashes into Harry's fathers skull. I see floppy blonde hair near me.

Niall.

"Go ahead Niall. Add to it. You sent him. You get to finish." I say in utter bloody defeat.

"No Reese. It's me Niall. I'm going to get you out of here" he says to me. He picks me up. I feel like I'm under water. Everything fuzzy to my senses.

"No Niall. You'll get attacked because of me" I slur.

"No I won't. You aren't safe here anymore. I shouldn't have let you slip away" Niall says in my ear.

I can see the red and blue lights from the lobby windows.

The ambulance right out the door, Niall carries me to it and I think I'm on a stretcher and he hops in the ambulance with me.

"You're going to be okay" is the last thing I hear as a needle is jabbed into my arm.