Exit Wounds- A Niall Horan Fan-Fiction

Chapter 39

Nani’s POV:

                Niall had approached me slowly, pain and sadness filling his eyes. As soon as he had mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to me, I knew this would not end well. My body shook slightly and I couldn’t help but wonder who that man in the background smirking and watching us was.

                Niall and I looked at each other for the longest time without moving an inch, barely daring to breathe. The tense hollow silence seemed to even quiet the birds outside who were normally chirping. The man in the back began to grow impatient as he shifted his standing position but before he could say anything, Niall spoke.

                “I’m sorry Harry, I can’t do this.” He said with a soft but firm voice as I felt relief wash over me. Why did that name sound familiar though?

                The man who I assumed to be Harry narrowed his eyes at Niall. “What do you mean you little worthless Irish runt?!” Harry’s voice rose with anger after each word causing me to flinch at the end.

                Niall closed his eyes, looking utterly defeated. “I’m sorry…” he said in a tone barely above a whisper. I stood there completely speechless that Niall was letting this man just walk all over him like this. And then it hit me…

                Niall is the puppet and Harry is controlling the strings.

                My face paled as my eyes trailed away from Niall slowly and over to Harry. Harry stormed over to Niall and grabbed him roughly as he threw him to the floor and slammed his fist into Niall’s face.  I immediately ran to go help Niall but Harry was one step ahead of me.

                Harry stood up quickly, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back roughly which caused me to yelp in pain. I tried to struggle against his grasp but he took me and slammed my face into the wall. I gasped in pain and he shoved me onto the bed, pulling out some zip ties and he tied my wrists to the headboard. I screamed and kicked at him, desperately trying to pull my hands free.

                Harry growled and then slapped me with a force much harder than Niall has ever hit me before and he jabbed his elbow into my ribs causing a yelp to fill the air followed by my pain filled whimper. Who the hell was this guy and why does he want to control Niall so bad?

                In the background I saw Niall slowly pushing himself up, wiping the blood from his mouth. Harry whipped around and stormed over to Niall, grabbing his hair and slamming his face into the door handle. The noise made me cringe and tears come to my eyes even though I wasn’t even the one getting hurt.

                “My father should have killed you when he had the chance or left you to die on those streets!! You aren’t one of us and no one even wants you! Why do you think your brother ran from you instead of taking you with him to get help when you caused your parents death?! This girl that I tied to the bed; she doesn’t love you, she is using you! Do you want to be respected or continue being unloved by everyone?!” Harry screamed with fury as he shoved Niall down once again.

                Niall groaned as he lifted himself up onto his hands and knees weakly but Harry kicked him hard in the side so he fell down. Harry nudged Niall so he would roll onto his back, panting hard.

                “Do you honestly think you mean something to her? She is afraid of you and she should be. Have you told her how many people you have killed? Niall, get it through your head that no one loves a kidnapping murderer!” He growled and slapped Niall across the face making a very loud sound.

                I felt tears pour from my eyes as Niall took his ‘punishment’ without even an attempt of defense. “Niall it’s not true! Please, I love you!” I screamed frantically. Harry came over and growled as he grabbed a sock from Niall’s dresser and shoved it in my mouth causing me to gag and silently cry.

                Harry stood beside me and pulled out his gun, cocking it and pointing it at my temple. My eyes widened and I tried to move away from him but my bound wrists kept me firmly in place. Niall’s eyes went wide and his face was smeared with fear.

                “No please! Harry please I will do anything!” He shouted and forced himself to his knees and spat blood on the floor as he took shaky breaths.

                “Then show me you can hurt her yourself.” Harry growled and pressed the muzzle of the gun tightly to my forehead. “Or else...” he warned and a look of seriousness coated his face.

                “Fine! Fine Harry yes I will do it just please don’t shoot her!” He screamed and I cringed tightly at seeing Niall so desperate just to save me…

                A smirk planted itself on Harry’s lips as he lowered the gun and aimed it at Niall and that’s when I knew that he had Niall wrapped tightly around his finger.