My Deadly Boyfriend

Chapter 7: February 1 2018

I started writing this story 3 years ago and this is only the 7th chapter. I guess my level of procrastination has hit the point of no return. In these 3 years, my writing style improved, along with my story writing. Well, maybe not so much. I can make amazing stories, but I'm not so good at delivering them on a screen. I'll try my best to give you a visual of the story in my head. Enjoy this chapter. X

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Harry's been gone for three months.

He isn't dead, of course; he can't die.

But his heart is dead, and his soul is absolutely nothing.

Harry is an extremely abusive being, one that I no longer am attached to. I couldn't handle the emotional and physical abuse from him. He was hurting me more than any other person could possibly do.

But of course, I begged him not to leave.

Sure, a human shouldn't have such strong feelings for a repulsive creature like Harry, but I just can't help myself. He attracts me in other ways than just arousal.

His words, his soft spoken words, would always get my chest fluttering. As cheesy as it sounds, just the smallest whisper of romantic words strung together in my ear had me in a puddle.

He also had a submissive side that only I, Niall Horan, was able to see. When we cuddled in bed, he would nuzzle his face into my neck or chest. And when we kissed, he would sometimes allow me to take charge, pinning him to a wall.

There were so many things about Harry that I loved, but the reason he is gone is because above the sweet things was a harsh, brutal reality.

Harry is not human, and he should not be toying with other human's hearts. He realized this after the long time we were together and so...

He disappeared.

Where, you may ask?

He's in hell. He's watching me as of right now. I can still feel his presence.

But it's a much more sinister presence.

There is no submissive side, no love.

Everyday feels more and more like a nightmare. I think he's haunting me under the demand of a higher being. I don't think my Harry would ever intentionally want me this scared.

Sure, he had hurt me before, but it's all because of one thing. Because he couldn't slip up in front of his God. When he abused me in any way, it wasn't because he hated me, it was because there was someone watching over him.

But, he eventually got caught.

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Gripping the sheets tightly, I woke up suddenly, seeing Harry sitting on my bed.

"I miss you," he whispered, not looking my way.

The room was dark, and only the moonlight illuminated Harry's pale skin.

"I miss touching you, kissing you. I miss holding you," he said, his fists clenched.

"H-Harry..."

"If I ever touch you in a soft, loving way again....."

"Harry, I-I,"

"He'll kill me."

My heart stopped, well, nearly, at those words.

"Who, Harry? Who will kill you?"

"I'm sorry, Ni. I have to go," he whispered, before vanishing.

I sat there, pondering for a while, before feeling an ache in my chest. It almost felt as if a physical presence was squeezing it until it was about to burst.

I miss you, too.

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A month went by until things were completely normal again.

Okay, I'm sure you want an explanation.

But, here's the thing: So do I.

He came in to the house one day through the front door, greeting me with a kiss. I was shocked to say the least. I constantly asked him about what was going on; he never explained himself.

I guess I should feel lucky to have him back. I still have a deep, underlying fear that he'll leave again, but this time, forever. He told me he would get killed if he even ever touched me again. So I wonder what went down.

Did he fight for me? Did he kill before he was killed?

I'm sure I'll never find out.