Abhor

*May be triggering to some readers*

"Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe.

"You dare tell Niall about those texts. I'll kill you myself," I've never been a person to throw threats around, but i had to do something.

He takes a step closer to me, only a few inches between our bodies now.

"Oh, you're a murderer now, I see," he chuckles to himself, his chest rising up and down slowly, like he's the most relaxed person on earth.

"I've never hurt a fly, never would, unless you hurt my brother," I state strongly, avoiding eye contact.

My eyes are glued to his worn Rolling Stones t-shirt.

"I'm not hurting your brother, sweetheart, I'm hurting you," he speaks lowly, almost at a whisper "the more I know about you, the more I have against you, the more I can get what I need from this situation."