Living with regret

Part 3

You lay on the floor, in shock of what just occurred. Your head throbbing and bleeding. Your face purple and black around your cheek. Your face was completely numb from pain but it didn't hurt as bad as what Harry had just said to you. What he just did to you. You couldn't help but still feel as if you love him, though. Thought roamed around your brain when finally you picked yourself up and decided to call Niall, to let him know what occurred, and honestly, you were horrified to be by yourself.

N: "hey love, you okay?" He questioned, hearing you breathing heavily,

Y/N: "Niall! Please come help me!! Its harry, please come help!!"

N: "Y/N, what do you mean it's harry? What's happening?"

Y/N: "hurry!! What is he comes back?!" You were hysterically sobbing, and absolutely horrified if Harry returned.

N: "Your not making any sense!! Just calm down, I'm on my way!"

You hang up after that, curl your knees into your chest and stare painfully at the door. You prayed harry wouldn't show up. Ever little creak made you jump, you felt someone watching you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You were lost in your own fear and couldn't find a way out.

Niall's POV:

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself. Y/N's call terrified me! Was harry hurt? Was she hurt? I don't know what's going on but I jumped in my car and raced to their shared apartment. On the way there, thoughts fogged up my brain, confusion filled inside me, and at the same time, I was scared,

I arrived at Y/N's house and everything seemed normal. The door was shut, windows closed, and everything was silent. Although it looked okay, I had a feeling something was wrong. I knocked on the door. No answer. I rang the doorbell and nothing again. I decided to look around for a key. I found one under the mat and opened up this door. When I walked in it was even more silent than Outside. I walked around, looking for Harry or Y/N.

N: "Y/N?? Where are you!!?" I yelled

No answer so I called again. Suddenly I heard a faint cry coming from the bedroom and suddenly Y/N cried out,

Y/N: "Niall!?"

I sprinted into their bedroom to ring a shivering, cold, beaten and broken Y/N curled up and crying in the corner. Her face was no longer it's naturally beauty, it was sunken into something awful. I couldn't stand it. As I looked at her, I ran over wrapping my arms around her as she hugged me back. Tears formed as I noticed the state she was in right now, and I don't even know what happened and I knew I shouldn't ask. Not now at least.

N: "shhh. It's okay love. I'm here now." I whispered into her neck, still wrapping my arms around her tightly. I carried her bridal style and I carried her to my car, and drove her to the hospital. Her eyes were shut the whole time, and she was still shaking. I held her hand the whole ride, knowing it was the right thing to do.

In the hospital, Y/N received 11 stitches in her forehead, and an ice pack for her bruised cheek.

Dr: "what happened here?" The doctor questioned.

I saw the fear in Y/N's eyes before she opened her mouth to answer but I cut her off.

N: "she fell... She was walking down the stairs when she slipped and fell down them and hit the table." I lied. Even thought I didn't know what actually happened I knew it was a lie. Y/N's face showed great relief then a dainty smile appeared at me.

Y/N's POV

Niall carried me back into me and Harry's shared apartment, and laid me down on the bed. I wanted to thank him so bad, but he started walking away.

Y/N: "NIALL! No please don't leave!" I cried.

N: "hey, I never will until you want me to" he said, walking towards the bed and laying next to me. He wrapped his warm arms around me as I lay my head on his chest. I felt safe with him but still couldn't stop thinking about how much I wish it was Harry's arms. I fell asleep on Niall's warm chest, and woke the next morning to a loud scream.

H: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS??" Harry screamed loudly and angrily, staring right into my eyes. Although he looked mad, tears and hurt flushed his face out. I wrapped tighter around Niall, as Harry walked closer, every step he took the fear built and built until he was right above my face.