The Side Affects

Chapter Sixty Two

-Christine's POV-

Louis had decided to drive us from the party; Indie sitting in the passenger seat and looking back at Niall and I with a sorrowful stare.

I was a mess. My hands kept trembling, and when I wasn't expecting it, cries would just leave me lips.

Niall had me tucked away on his lap, whether or not it was illegal, he didn't care. His arms held me close to him, my face hidden away in his neck as I sat silently for now in his hold.

"Niall," Louis softly spoke up, "I'm uh, I'm taking us back to mine tonight. With Lou and all..."

"Ok." Niall responded as my fingers clutched onto Niall's shirt. Weak tears slipped down my face as I shook my head at the memory. "Hey," Niall cooed gently, "it's ok. Evetything is gonna be ok princess." Niall coughed.

That was my fault. I should have never been pressured to go to that damn party, especially with a host that knows Chris well.

I just wanted to hide away in a bed and never leave. Forget having to feed myself or go out somewhere. I would just lay forever under the protection of soft blankets. But unfortunately, I can't do that.

Soon enough, Louis had driven us back to his place, him parking the car in an under private park. Niall opened the door as I slowly climbed out, tugging my jumper closer to ky body.

"C'mon baby." Looking at Niall, I could see the bruises beginning to form on his face, my guilt deepening. Niall wrapped an arm around me and took his keys back before we all followed Louis into the building, up the elevator and through the front door.

"You guys need a shower or anything?" I shook my head and sniffled as Niall spoke up.

"Just a bed mate, please." Louis nodded and guided us to a spare bedroom. His apartment was quite nice, it being even nicer as it was a penthouse at the top of this building.

"Here you are," Louis gestured to the room before letting his arm come back to his side, "don't feel rushed to wake up early tomorrow ok?"

I gave a shy nod and stepped into the room.

"Niall," my boyfriend looked over as I sat quietly on the bedside, "I have some cream for the um, bruises." He pointed to Niall's face as Niall sighed and glanced at me.

"I'll be gone a minute or two ok?" I just nodded and heard the two boys leave the room before a third pair entered.

"Christine?" Indie's voice had me quietly whimper and hide my face away in my hands. "Oh honey," she came beside me and wrapped me in her arms as I slowly found myself to relax into her. "This is all my fault." She mumbled as I opened my eyes. "I pressured you into going to that party. God... if I knew it would have turned out like this than-"

"Stop." I muttered, sitting up as wiping at my face, no doubt the makeup smeared all over it. "Let's not point f-fingers. Not now." It was too late and I was too wound up to start anything else. Indie seemed to understand as she nodded.

"I'll go get something to wipe your face with ok." I silently nodded and watched her stand up to leave the room. She came back minutes later with a damp cloth and we cleared me face.

Soon enough, she wished me a good night and helped tuck me in. I felt like a child, but I know Indie was only doing this for me. I was fragile, I understood.

"Goodnight Christine." She gave me a warm hug and left to turn out the bedroom light.

"Night." I mumbled, feeling my eyes shut as I fall asleep in the darkness.

. . .

-Niall POV-

"Ah!" I hissed as Louis poked the bruise on my face. "What the hell?" He shrugged, trying to mask a smile.

"It just look squishy." Was this guy for real right now?

"Yeah, well it also hurts like a bitch." I snapped, not liking people, particularly Louis, poking the bruises on my face.

"Anyway, here, put this on." Louis threw a tube of cream at me as I furrowed my brows.

"You want me to put this on?" Looking up, I was met with Louis' 'really' look.

"Nah, I'll just rub it in for you. And you'll have to be a good boy." I rolled my eyes at Louis' sarcasm as he chuckled. "You might want to do it quick. I'm not so sure Christine should be left in her own thoughts for too long." Louis' sudden serious mood had me look at him through his bathroom mirror. "That son of a bitch at the party really knows how to fuck you up."

"It won't happen again." I growled under my breath. "If I ever see him again, I swear to god-"

"Christine's in bed." Indie's voice was heard from the hallway, Louis turning his head and smiling.

"Thanks love."

"So uh, where am I sleeping?"

Louis gave me a quick nod and left the room as I squeezed some cream onto my hand. I looked like shit. Chris sure had a hit on him.

"Shit!" I flinched as I accidentally poked my own bruise. It hurt like you wouldn't believe.

Oh god, how am I supposed to show y face in public? How long do hruises even last for? The media will get ideas, wild crazy ideas on how I got these bruises. No doubt the fans will go ballistic once they see them. Lou will be worse. Shit! And I have tour coming up soon. God, why?

Finishing up with the cream, I left the tube on the sink and turned the light off as I left the room. Coming out past the lounge room, I saw Louis walk past with extra pillows making my eyebrows raise.

"Uh-"

"For Indie." He clarified as I blinked back. Were they sleeping in the same bed? You know what, I don't really care.

Coming through the apartment, I stepped into the spare room to Christine quietly laying in the bed. Was she asleep?

Slowly closing the door, I carefully pulled my shirt off, groaning at the pain in my stomach. Chris is a fucking bitch.

"N-Niall?" Christine's voice had me focus down on the beautiful girl in the bed.

"It's me baby," I whispered, carefully climbing into the bed and underneath the sheets. I heard a small sniffle and froze for a few seconds.

"I-I'm sorry," Christine began to quietly cry as I moved beside her and carefully pulled her into my chest. Her own chest bounced with her cries as I stroked her hair and kissed her hairline.

"It's not your fault baby girl. I promise it's not." She only shook her head and kept hidden away in my chest as I snuggled against her.

I knew we shouldn't have gone to the party, but I guess we can't go back in time now.