The Broken Boy

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Liam’s POV

“They’ll be here in ten.” I said, grinning at my boyfriend. Boyfriend. That’s going to take some time to get used to.

About ten minutes later we heard the guys. We quickly broke apart from each other, as we were wrapped in each other’s arms, and I sat in a chair near his bed.

“Nialler!” Louis shouted.

“Niall!” Harry said.

“Vas Happenin’?” Zayn said in his strange accent.

“Hey guys.” Niall said softly.

“We,” I said, looking at Niall, “Have something to tell you guys.” I said.

“Oh. This sounds like it will be interesting!” Louis said, running and sitting down like a school boy in front of my chair.

“Well. I’m just going to say it.” I announced. “Niall and I are together.”

You could have heard a pin drop. It went so quiet it started to scare me.

“Uh. Guys? Could one of you say something? I don’t care. Cheer, shout, or scream. Anything.”

“Well is sure as hell took you long enough!” Harry said finally.

“Wait. What?” Niall said, obviously confused.

“It was totally obvious you two were smitten; obviously, with everyone but yourselves.” Zayn said.

I felt myself blush.

“Aw look. Little Li-li is all flustered!” Harry said, pinching my cheeks.

“Don’t touch my cheeks.” I tried to say sternly, but failing miserably.

-----A couple months later-----

Niall and I are still going strong. The boys are convinced we are in a lifetime-long honeymoon stage. We are never apart. We came out at school and were supported, but there is that one odd person who still harasses us. We have gone on many dates and before you ask, no we have not had sex yet. Niall really won’t let me get that far. The farthest we’ve gotten is heated snogging and taking each other’s shirts off. It’s kind of frustrating, but I don’t want to push him. I can tell that it’s nothing about the fact that we’ve only been together for a little bit, it will be three months next week. There is something deeper that’s keeping Niall from doing anything more intimate with me and I’m determined to find out what it is.

After dinner tonight, I tried to start something, but the second I tugged on his sweatpants, he pulled away from me, apologizing and saying that he wasn’t “ready for that kind of thing yet.” I could see that he was shaking; badly. This was a new development and it was frankly scaring the shit out me.

“Niall?”

“Yeah?” He sniffled, still shaking visibly.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“Wha-? Nothing.”

“Niall. Don’t lie to me. You know I hate that.”

“But if I tell you, you’ll hate me.” He whimpered. I sighed, pulling him into a hug.

“Niall, babe, I could never hate you. That’s a promise. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’m not a virgin.” He whispered. I sighed. That’s what all this nonsense was about?

“Niall, that’s fine. Neither am I. I told you that a long time ago, but why would I care if you were or not?”

“Liam, I-” He cut himself off when a sob erupted from his mouth.

“Niall, shhh, babe I’m not about it.”

“Liam?”

“Yes, love?”

“Liam I was raped.”