Kidnapped by One Direction

When I wake up, I’m really confused. When did I fall asleep? And why is my pillow moving?
I look down and see Niall, asleep with a peaceful expression on his face. I try to get up, but whimper when I try to push up, using my hand and putting pressure on my wrist.
Niall’s eyes shoot open.
“What’s wrong, princess?” asks Niall, concern in his sky-blue eyes.
“Nothing!” I lie, smiling through the pain.
“Don’t lie. What’s wrong?” he persists.
“It’s just my wrist. I think it’s getting worse.”
He gently grabs my wrist and pulls it towards him, unwrapping the ace bandage. It’s purple and bruised and stuck in one position. When he tries to pull it up, I cry out. My eyes mist with tears.
“Let’s just put some ice on that, yeah?” he gets up. “Stay right here. I’m going to grab some.”
He walks up the stairs and out of the room.
I know it’s broken. I can feel it. But I also know that they won’t take me to the hospital. Too much of a risk. Someone might see me.
Niall would rather save his own arse than properly take care of me.
I start to cry, fat tears flowing out of my closed eyelids. Everyone has always treated me like this. They hurt me and apologise, but they don’t change. They never do. Harry will never change. Ever. He’ll always hurt me, find some way to inflict pain. He hates me. He probably would have killed me long ago if I didn’t have Niall. I wipe the tears away with my non-injured hand, hoping it isn’t obvious that I’ve been crying.
After about five minutes, he finally returns, pills in one hand and an ice pack in another. He also has a cup of water balanced in the crook of his arm. He hands two of the pills and the water to me, waiting for me to take them.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“It’s just some advil.” He answers, smiling. “I thought it would make your arm hurt less.”
I shrug and pop the pills, taking a sip from the cup to wash them down. Then, he hands me the ice pack, and I wrap it gently around my wrist. It’s cold, but it feels good. The ice seems to make the swelling go down slightly in a few minutes, as well.
“Feeling better?” he questions, tilting his head.
“Yeah.” I reply. “Where is…everyone?”
“They went out, I think. Its eleven thirty right now. We slept in.”
I nod, and look down at my swollen wrist. I begin to cry again.
He walks over quickly, and sits down next to me, pulling me onto his lap. I begin to cry again, my head sideways so I can hear his heartbeat.
It’s strangely comforting, in a way. The consistent beat of his heart, pushing blood through his veins and keeping him alive. I guess in a way, through these weeks, Niall has been like my heart, continuing to beat, keeping me alive, even when I was injured and blood was spilled, he didn’t stop. He looked after me, making sure that I was alright. He tried to protect me. I know he did. He just couldn’t, sometimes.
I wonder what we have together. It’s not a relationship, I know. But it’s definitely more than a friendship. I’m still crying, but not loudly. I’m taking embarrassing, gaspy breaths to try to calm myself, when the door slides open. Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry walk in.
When I see him, I cling tighter to Niall. I’m sure that there’ll be scratch marks on his back tomorrow, but I really can’t help myself. Harry scares me beyond belief. His green eyes pierce me like arrows, their deep color reminding me of moss. How could someone that beautiful have such an ugly personality?
“Hey, guys.” Lou says to us. I don’t respond, and neither does Niall.
“How…how is she?” He asks after a few minutes. Niall gets up and hands me to Liam.
For a moment I panic, worried that he’s giving me to Harry. But I relax when I look up and see the shaved head and warm, caring brown eyes. Zayn looks over at me, but Harry ignores me. He looks pissy, as always.
After a few minutes, Niall and Louis come back into the room.
“How’s the wrist?” Louis asks me.
“F-fine.” I say, my voice rough.
“Oh really? Niall says otherwise.” He raises an eyebrow.
“It…it hurts.” I admit, looking to the ground.
“Thought so. I guess we need to do something about that…” he trails off, looking into the distance.
“Maybe we should just wait it out, mate.” Zayn suggests. “It might be sprained, not broken. We don’t know.”
I hadn’t thought about this. It might be true. After all, I didn’t fall that hard.
“Harry, why are you staring at her like that?” Niall growls.
“I’m not!” he says, far too quickly for that to be true. He was staring at me? What a creep.
“Harry, what’s your problem with her, anyways?” asks Liam. I can hear his voice rumbling in his chest.
“I…” he never finishes his sentence.
“Well? Spit it out.” Louis says.
“I don’t know.” He finally admits. “When I’m around her, I get an urge to hurt her. Which is so, so wrong. And not acceptable. I don’t want your pity. I’m an awful person.”
Nobody says anything, but after a few minutes in an awkward silence, Niall says he thinks I should get some more rest. I agree with him, but say nothing, allowing Liam to carry me to my room and tuck me in.
“G’night, Am.” He says, smiling at me. Before he leaves, he kisses my forehead and turns the light off.
All I want is Niall.

Notes

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