The Broken Boy

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Niall’s POV

I want to give myself to Liam. All of it, even if I can’t give up my virginity to him. I want to give myself to him tonight, after we come out to his mom and dad. His mom should be back from the grocery store in a little and his dad should come over at about the same time. I’m nervous, but not for myself. I’m nervous for Liam. I know what it’s like to be disowned by a family member.

“Liam, honey! I’m home! Will you and Niall come help me unpack groceries?” Liam’s mom called up to us. We both looked at each other, wide-eyed, and scrambled to clean ourselves up and get dressed. Liam was ready before me and told me to meet him down there.

Once I was clean and dressed I sprinted down the stairs, jumping down the last couple. I landed funny on my foot and, feeling a bone pop, I yelped with pain.

“Niall?” Liam called.

“L-Liam?” I called, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes.

“Niall, where are you?” He asked.

“S-Stairs.” I whimpered. He ran over to me when he saw me on the ground.

“What happened, Nialler?” He asked.

“I jumped down the stairs and I landed funny.” I said, feeling a tear slip down my face.

“Come on, babe. Let’s get you into the kitchen.” He said, holding his arms out for me.

I looked at them warily, unsure because of my weight.

“I want to walk, Liam.” I told him, trying to get up, only to fall right back down.

“Come on, Nialler. Let me carry you.” He said. I shook my head.

“No.”

“Why not?” He asked me.

“Because.” I told him.

“Niall. Why won’t you let me carry you?” He asked.

“Because, I’m too fat for you to carry.” I whispered.

“Niall. I know I can carry you. I can carry all of the boys and I know you’re smaller than them.” He told me. I was still unsure as he wrapped his arm around my back and tucked his other arm under my legs. He slowly lifted me up and carried me into the kitchen.

“See?” He asked me. “I told you I could carry you.” He said as he poked my cheek, grinning. I huffed.

“Liam, Niall. Groceries?” His mom called.

“Mom, Niall hurt his foot.” He called out. Great. Wonderful start to the evening. His mother walked into the kitchen and looked at my foot. She ran her fingers over my foot, stopping on the bone when I winced.

“Liam, I know what’s wrong with it. Get him something to grab onto.” She told him. He held out his hand for me to take and I grabbed it. She felt around on my other foot, and then switched back to my injured foot, feeling around to find the injured bone.

“Alright, Niall. Squeeze Liam’s hand. This will hurt.” She warned me. She pressed her hands on the sides of my foot and I heard a sharp click and my foot burned with pain, before it disappeared almost completely, only leaving a dull ache behind.

“Thanks. What was wrong with it?” I asked, moving my foot around.

“You just popped a bone out of place. Not that hard to fix.” She explained.