Consequences *Harry Styles&Niall Horan fanfic* COMPLETED

Chapter Fourty- Three.

This chapter will be very short because this is where the story takes a very drastic dark turn. As I stated the story from here on is taking more dark turns. This is the beginning of the end.

"NIALL!!!" I yell as I run out of the hotel abd after him. I know he warned me to stay away from him but ill be damned if i let him stay angry with me. "NIALL WILL YOU STOP!" I yell as I reach him and grab his arm. He quickly spins around and shoves me hard into a building wall. "Ahhh!" I cry out as pain shoots through my body and I hunch over. My eyes sting as the tears begin to fall, I look up at Niall and see him pace back and forth. "How could you! How could you tell Harry that those are his kids! They are mine!"

"No!" I yell back whincing as I stand up. "They aren't yours! They aren't Harry's either! I don't know whose babies they are!"

"So you fucking lied to me?!" Niall curses back as he stands pressed against me and pins me against the wall. I advert looking at him and look down at the ground. Get out of there. Now! This won't go good. For the first time ever, I agree with my subconscious mind. "Niall, move. Im going back to my FIANCÉE!" I try to move but Niall blocks me in. I reach my arm over his when Niall grabs me and turns me face forward and againat the wall. "Niall let me go!"

"Why? So you can go back to Harry? And lie to him some more? Pretend that everything is fucking peachy keen between you two?" He says getting close to my face. I struggle to push him off but he grabs both my wrist and pins them above my head. I try wiggle my body free but he pushes his body closer to mine making me immobile. "You can stop the fucking pretending, Shi. Things between you aren't fucking perfect! Otherwise you wouldn't be in my bed, sucking my dick every fucking chance you get." He unzips my pants and shoves them down and starts working to pull his down

"You fucking asshole." I say through my gritted teeth.

"I maybe an asshole but I'm an single asshole. I'm not propetraying to be the perfect fucking fiancee to HARRY FUCKING STYLES! YOU ARE! IM SICK OF IT! IM SICK OF WATCHING YOU LIE! AND ACT HAPPY WITH THAT ASSHOLE!" He grabs my hips and rams into my ass roughly and hard. I cry out in pain and clench my eyes

"NIALL STOP!! I AM FUCKING HAPPY!"

"THAN WHY ARE YOU STILL FUCKING ME! MAKE A MOTHERFUCKING CHOICE, SHI! ME OR HARRY!"

"Yeah....make a choice."

Oh shit. Niall and I stand in utter silence before slowly turning and see Harry standing there. He heard everything. He heard the truth