Without You - Niam Horayne

Chapter 11 - Scars

Hello readers! So, I am writing this AND and Ziall fic right now. Check it out? This is a pretty dramatic chapter. You find out more about Niall's kidnapper!

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Liam’s P.O.V.

            “As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke. As long as you love me...” Niall was singing in the bathroom. I smiled to myself and headed into the kitchen, going to make something for dinner. After checking the fridge, I decided that I needed to visit the grocery.

            Suddenly, my phone buzzed from my pocket. It was Harry.

            “Hello?” I said.

            “Leeyum! We are coming over!” He yelled into the phone. I could hear a giggling Louis in the background.

            “Okay, Niall is already over. You can call Zayn too,” I suggested.

            “Movie night!” I heard Louis scream in the background. Harry chuckled.

            “Want us to bring anything? Food? Nandos for our favorite little leprechaun?” Harry asked still laughing softly.

            “Yeah, that would be great. See you guys soon,”

            “BYE!” Harry and Louis screamed, making my ear ring. I hung up and slipped my phone back into my pocket, heading back into the living room to pick out the movies for tonight. I heard Niall’s footsteps behind me.

            “Hey, the others are coming over for a movie night,” I turned around to face him, “Do you—wait, Niall, are you okay?”

            Tears were streaming down Niall’s face, and he was only in a pair of sweatpants. With his stomach and chest exposed, I could see strange scars I had never seen before, scars that hadn’t been there months prior. I stood up and ran over to him, pulling him into a hug and enjoying the feeling of his bare torso. He just sobbed into my shoulder.

            “Niall, tell me what’s wrong,” I said, running my hands over his bare back and finding a strange scar pattern over his shoulder blades. I was about to turn him around to see it better when he spoke again.

            “What if he finds me again?” He whispered.

            “What? Who?” I asked, seriously confused.

            “I don’t want him to hurt you,” Niall sobbed.

            “Niall, who is he?”

            Niall didn’t answer, he just pulled back and looked at me, shaking his head. Frustration rushed through me. I was tired of not knowing. It hurt.

            “Just tell me where you were!” I practically screamed. Niall’s eyes widened and he stepped away from me, his back hitting the wall and a new wave of tears soaking his face. I clenched my fists and my jaw. “Niall, please, just tell me! Why can’t I know! Don’t you trust me? And those scars on your back?”        

Niall didn’t say anything, he just turned and ran back up the stairs, too quickly for me to truly see his scars. I groaned and grabbed the ends of my hair.

            “We are here!” Harry yelled, bursting through the door with bags of food in his hands. Louis and Zayn filed in after him. I didn’t say anything. I was too upset.

            “Liam, mate, are you okay?” Zayn asked.

            “I have to go,” I said, standing and grabbing my jacket. I ran outside and towards the hospital, hoping that William would be willing to talk to me.

Niall’s P.O.V.

            One minute I was taking a shower, and the next I was crying my eyes out. The scars on my body were reminder of where I had been, and what had happened to me. I had been doing such a good job at repressing the memories, but they were coming back. What if he came back? What if he found me? I don’t think I could make it through two more months with that monster. A memory flooded my mind.

            “You are a fucking faggot,” He whispered in my ear, “Do you know what I do to faggots?”

            I shook my head, holding back a whimper.

            “I give them what they want,” He said. What? What was he talking about? I didn’t want anything. I wanted to go home. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my crotch. No. No.

            “No!” I screamed trying to push him off.

            “You don’t tell me what to do,” He said, “Do you know what I will do to your friends if you don’t listen? I’m going to kill them,”

            I whimpered as tears started flowing down my cheeks.

            “That’s what I thought,”

            I had to forget about it. I had to. I jumped out of the shower and put on sweatpants, running down the steps to find Liam. I needed him to hold me. I ran down the stairs, crying. Liam must have heard me come down the stairs. Without turning around he started talking.

            “Hey, the others are coming over for a movie night,” Liam said. Finally he turned around, “Do you—wait, Niall, are you okay?”

            I just sobbed in response.

            “Niall, tell me what’s wrong,” Liam insisted.

            “What if he finds me again?” I whispered.

            “What? Who?” He asked.

            “I don’t want him to hurt you,” I continued.

            “Niall, who is he?” Liam’s voice was getting harsh.

            I just shook my head and stepped away from him.

            “Just tell me where you were!” Liam screamed. I was shocked by his reaction. I stepped away from him, and watched as he clenched his fists. “Niall, please, just tell me! Why can’t I know! Don’t you trust me? And those scars on your back?”           

            Shit. I forgot about my scars. Now he knew I had been hurt. I turned, and ran back upstairs, wishing I had never gone to Liam in the first place. I ran into Liam’s room, still not having the strength to return to my own flat. I didn’t want to be alone. I jumped into Liam’s bed and cuddled into his mattress, closing my eyes and hoping my memories would go away.