Prince Charming

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I woke up tied to a bed. At first I thought that I was having one of those nightmares when your whole body becomes paralyzed, but then I noticed the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I began to panic. I couldn’t make out my surroundings. The whole room was consumed in darkness. Where was Niall? We fell asleep together on his bed. Where is he now? “Niall, Niall,” I whispered into nothing. I wanted to shout his name but I was afraid I would alert the person who was doing this to us. Suddenly the door opened and I was blinded by lights flickering on. Niall. He was slumped on the ground. His face covered in bruises. His whole body covered in blood. “Oh my god, Niall,” I gasped and cried to him. “You’ll have time to mourn him afterwards,” spoke a voice. I quickly turned around and John was standing at the foot of the bed. “You look incredibly sexy,” he said to me taking in my body. I looked down at myself to find myself in my panties and bra. I began to breath quicker, my chest rising with every pump of blood. He crawled on top of me and began to caress my thighs. I whimpered and tried to pull away. “I won’t waste time this time Andrea. I’ve learned my lesson,” he growled before forcefully covering my neck with aggressive kisses soaking it with his saliva. He began to unbuckle his pants and pull off my panties. “Please John, no,” I begged. “Please no, please,” I began to sob. He grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me. “Andrea, Andrea!” I opened my eyes. Niall was holding onto my shoulders and his eyes were full of concern. I could feel my tears run down my face. It was dream. Of course it was a dream. John is locked up. I looked at Niall and began to cry in relief, “Oh my god Niall, it was just a nightmare.” He pulled me closer, my face on his chest, as I sobbed uncontrollably into him. “It’s okay Andrea. It’s okay, you’re with me now. You’re okay.” He kissed me before pulling me back down into the bed. I laid in his arms my sobs slowing transforming into deep breaths.
**
I could hear Niall fumble around with pans in the kitchen. I got up and went to check on him. He was standing over the stove top, bickering with the pan because his pancakes weren’t flipping perfectly. “Come on, come on,” he was muttering. I quietly walked over to him and rested my head on his shoulder. “Do you need help,” I asked, trying my best to hold back a giggle. “Darn, I was trying to give you a breakfast in bed.” I smiled at his disappointment. “You still can. I’ll be waiting in bed,” I said to him plotting a kiss on his check. He agreed with a smile and so I walked back to the bedroom and fixed our pillows so we could eat comfortably. In no time, he walked into the bedroom his arms carrying a whole tray of plates filled with scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, and what appeared to be coffee. He first handed me the coffee and then he laid out the tray before us. He looked at me, asking for an opinion on his platters. “Looks scrumptious. Let’s dig in.” He nodded his head and sat beside stuffing his mouth with bacon. I watched him eat in amazement. He could stuff a whole pancake in his mouth and not choke. “Stop staring. I know I’m charming but geez.” I blushed and hit his side playfully, stuffing a forkful of pancakes into my mouth. We finished eating and just laid together in bed. “Andrea,” he started and I already knew by the tone of his voice what he was going to ask, “what happened last night?” I took a deep breath in pulled myself off of him, sitting up. I looked down at my hands, picking at my fingernails. “It was just a nightmare,” I answered. He shook his head. “No. You were sobbing and sweating. It wasn’t just a nightmare.” I looked at him and grabbed his hand. “I really don’t want to talk about it now.” He nodded and I smiled back, gripping his hand a little tighter, thanking him. He brought up another topic that I was dreading. “Have you heard of Kendall?” My body tensed up and I removed my hand from his. I didn’t plan on telling Niall that Kendall approached me, much less even dared to touch me. I knew Niall would never hurt me, but I couldn’t speak for other people. “Andrea,” he stated more sternly. Another deep breath. “I saw him yesterday. At the grocery.” His nostrils began to flare up. “And?” he pushed. “And-and he, he just tried to talk to me.” His body tensed. “Did he touch you?” demanding an answer more than asking. “But, he wasn’t-,” “Did he touch you!” he growled at me. I dropped my head down trying to avoid any eye contact with him. “Yes, he didn’t try anything though.” “Andrea, I don’t care! He approached you, after he left you to be raped and killed!,” he screamed removing himself from the bed, now standing up. He paused for a second before another thought clouded his mind. “Were you-were you even planning to tell me?” My silence was the only answer he needed. “I can’t believe it. You weren’t planning to tell me,” he scoffed in disbelief. “He didn’t try to do anything,” I repeated once again. “How do we know he’s not like John. You can’t keep stuff like this from me. I saved you! I saw what that sick fuck was going to do with you, to you! I deserve to atleast know shit like this!” “It’s Kendall! He wouldn’t try anything!” I retaliated. He took a step towards me and I flinched back. “ I swear you can be stupid some times.” Ouch. “Don’t confuse kindness with stupidity,” he growled before heading towards the living room and leaving me alone. I stood there in shock. I had forgotten about this side of Niall. I sat down, tears running down my face. I was trying to compose myself together. He is right. I have to stop trying to be so kind. It’s clouding my judgement. I was trying to give Niall some time to cool down before I approached him and give myself time to think of what I was going to tell him. I finally grabbed the courage and words so I walked out the bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the couch resting his head on his palms. When he heard me open the bedroom door he shifted back, rested his head on the couch and closed his eyes. “It was about John,” I said to him quietly. He opened his eyes, “What?” “You asked what my nightmare was about. It was about John. You were there too, but y-you were dead I think. And he- he uh- had me tied to a bed.” I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. I wanted to save him all the details. “Niall. For the first time in a really long time I feel happy. Yes, I’m paranoid all the time but I feel safe because I know you’ll always be there. I couldn’t feel that way if you weren’t here.” He was staring at me before turning his gaze towards the ground. I sighed and sat close to him on the couch. “I was planning to tell you but only after a while. I figured then you could get mad but not bring harm upon yourself. I know it sounds dumb, but look at how you reacted. If he had had bad intentions you would have killed him. I-I just don’t want to lose you,” I finished slowly making sure he heard those last few words. He sighed and looked up at me after a long pause. “No more secrets Andrea. I mean it,” he said before he got up. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said coldly and once again left me all alone in the living room only to return back and say to me, “Next time you hide something from me ask yourself if you could defend yourself. The last few times you have been on the edge of dying, I have been the one who has saved you,” and with that he stomped out of the living room. What was that suppose to mean? Was he trying to remind me that he saved me or try to imply that I needed others to defend me? Did it really bother him that much to help me? If he was my friend then saving my life shouldn’t have been a burden and that’s exactly how he’s making it seem. These thoughts clouded my mind with anger until I could no longer think and I fell asleep.
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Once again I woke up to my own shouts and tears. I was in the living room. Niall ran to me, his towel hugging his weight, clearly just stepping out of the shower. Once again he tried to embrace me and console me but I pushed him away. I tried to bite back the tears as I remembered what he told me. “I don’t need you to save me from my nightmares. I can do it myself. I don’t need your help if you’re only doing it because you pity me. I can fend for myself. Never once have I needed anyone’s pity.” Niall stared at me in awe, unsure of what to say or do next. “I’ll grab my stuff and leave tomorrow morning. If I have to, I’ll move with my mother to mexico. That’ll ensure that you won’t have to ‘save’ me again.” He finally got a word out but I interrupted him. “Andrea, I-,” “Leave please. I need to rest,” I said turning my back to him as I laid down on the couch. I could feel him still behind me until he finally got up and left me. I was biting my lip so hard that I was sure I would need stitches afterwards. Holding back tears is very difficult.

Notes

Hey guys! Here is a longer update. I hope you like it and make sure to leave comments and leave suggestions of what you would like to see happen next! Thanks once again!:)