Harry
There's a week left until Christmas, and I'm currently curled up in my bed, Niall sleeping soundly besides me.
I look down at him and sigh, thinking about what I could possibly get him as a gift. I haven't boughten Niall anything yet because I just simply don't know what to get him. He deserves the world, how will some gift compare?
I think to current things Niall has talked about needing. Trivial things like new bedding, notebooks, clothes. None of them sounded great. Until I remember Niall telling me about this acoustic guitar he wanted. He's wanted it for forever. I pull my phone out, googling where it could be located in store. I immediately order it from the music shop, I'm able to pick it up in two days.
I sigh happily, knowing that's out of the way. It's 6 pm, and I'm thinking I should wake Niall from his nap. Fortunately his phone starts ringing, awakening him before I had the chance. He groans and picks up his phone,
"Hello?" He answers groggily. I stare at him curiously, wondering who was calling him.
"Uh- yeah this is him, oh.. oh. When is it? A month from now? Yeah, no I'll let him know. Thanks.. bye." He hangs up the phone, looking at me nervously.
"What's wrong baby?" I stare back, concerned about the phone call.
"Uhm, there's going to be a trial for Dan. Him and his lawyer arent budging the not guilty plea.. the lawyers on my behalf and the police aren't giving a plea deal. They want him in prison. The judge wants testimonies." He gulps, shaking his head.
"So we're testifying? Great. I would love to play a part in seeing him go to prison" I scoff.
"Yeah.. but he's gonna be there. In the courtroom. And I'm gonna have to see the video proof.." his voice is barely audible. I wrap my arms around him tightly and kiss his head, rubbing his back gently.
"I'll be with you. The whole time. Louis and Liam will be there. Your ma. We're here for you. And I'll take you out into the hall at any moment" I whisper softly into his ear.
"Thank you Haz.. I love you so much.." he sniffles and hides his face in my neck, "you're too good to me"
"Mm, i think I'm as good as you deserve to you. If not slightly less because you deserve the world. And it's not for another month right?" I say softly, tracing shapes into the bare skin of his back. "There's plenty of time to prepare"
"I know, I just. Seeing him is scary. I just remember how trapped I felt and I feel like I can't breathe." He whispers "I-I feel like im stuck in his grip and i can't get out of it. Even though he's no where near me. I see his face and I'm frozen like I was that night" his eyes start watering.
"Baby," I sigh and pull him closer, kissing his forehead and leaving my lips there.
"It's just- I wish it would go away. I wish I wasn't so fucking terrified. I just- his hands on me. I cant stop feeling them. I've taken so many showers. So many times I've tried to wash the feeling of his dirty fucking hands off of me and I can't. I still feel them. It makes me feel disgusting. His words play on repeat in my head. That im just some fuck toy. I cant escape it Harry." He cries into my chest and my heart breaks. My mind races to find the right words to say, I just want to make him feel better.
"Niall. You're so much more than that. He's gross, an absolutely disgusting human. You're the most important thing in my life, yknow? You're not disgusting. You're not dirty. You're not a fuck toy. I love you, and he can't touch you anymore. God, if I could I would kill him. Fucking torture him to death. Scoop his eyeballs out with a spoon and cut his dick off with scissors. Shove a knife up his ass. He deserves to rot in prison." I mutter angrily.
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Eighteen [Narry AU]
FanfictionSenior Year. Harry Styles. Footie captain, the most popular boy in school, with the best friends he could ask for. Niall Horan. A shy, quiet boy who longs for someone by his side. and when they bump heads? Well, that's where it gets complicated.