Remember My Love

When I woke up, Niall was gone. The clock read 8:27 am with a little note on it:

"Good morning, beautiful. I'm gonna miss you at the studio. I love you!"

That makes me smile. I sit up and sigh, looking out the window. It's a sunny day. Which means I need to feel happy, even if I don't want to. So I get up and go downstairs to make breakfast.

I scroll through photos on my phone while I eat. Trying to remember faces. Then I get a text from Niall:

"Hi, love. Jackson's coming over so you won't feel lonely. I'll be home at 2:00 pm <3"

I grin and text back:

"Ok, babe. Love you."

Not really knowing why I texted "Love you" because I didn't really remember him. But I felt like I loved him. He was so sweet and kind to me. And he made me feel safe. Niall James Horan. I remembered the name and the love, but barely the face or why I loved him. I finished eating and washed my plate. I loved movies, as you can see, and decided to play a movie for Jackson while I took a shower so I walked to the screen room. Walking down the hallway, in the blink of an eye, there were hands on my shoulders, pulling me back and pushing me against the wall, pinning my wrists. Mathias.

I tried pulling from his grip, but he was stronger than me.

"You know I still love you." His hot breathe hit my face with a strong smell of beer. "You know you want to be free. Serenity and peace. Only I can give that."

I spit on his face, just below his right eye. I wasn't afraid if him anymore. "I'd never go back with dick like you."

He stared at me lustfully. Now I was scared.

"Mmm. You look so hot." He started kissing my neck, and sucking and biting on it. I closed my eyes and let tears roll down my cheek as he moved one hand from my wrist to under my shirt. It wasn't pleasuring at all, it was disgustful. And I was helpless.

Then something flew past me and landed with an "oof!". I opened my eyes to see someone on top of Mathias, slugging him repeatedly.

"Jackson!" I gasped.

Jackson stood up with blood on his knuckles. "Get the fuck out and don't come back!" He yelled, angrier than I'd ever seen him. Mathias, with blood covering his face, scrambled to his feet and ran for the front door.

Jackson turned to me with a softened expression. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Jackson cupped my face and checked my face and neck. He stared at my neck and frowned.

"W-what?" I asked. I didn't wait for him to answer and ran to the nearest bathroom and looked in the mirror. Oh god... He left a hickey. What is Niall going to say, I thought. It was purple and red. How could you not notice it?! Jackson came up behind me.

"We don't have to tell Niall what happened, if you don't want to." He said.

"Thank you, Jackson." I smiled "I-I'm gonna go take a shower. You can put a movie in." I walk out the bathroom and upstair to Niall and I's bedroom. I turned on the shower in the bathroom connected with the walk-in closet. I stepped in the shower. I wash my body and then my hair as I felt the droplets of hot heaven cascade down my body. When I was done I dried my hair and put on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and one of Niall's t-shirts.

When I get back to the screening room, Jackson is texting on his phone, not really paying attention to The Little Rascals playing in the screen. The blood on his hands is washed away.

"Who're you texting?" I ask, sitting next to him.

"My boyfriend, Darry." His reply, not looking up from his phone. He was gay. I wasn't homophobic, but he didn't look gay, or act like he was. Just a casual guy.

"Tell him I said 'Hi'." I respond.

Jackson texted him something. "He asked how you were."

"I'm feeling much better." I smiled.

He texts him my response and puts his phone on his pocket.

"Jackson?" I asked.

"Yeah?" I kept his eyes on the screen.

"Can you tell Niall about what happened? I don't want him to worry, but I think he should know."

"I'll tell him." He was facing me now.

I smiled. Life could be perfect, if it wasn't for two things.

We watch the rest of the movie and then made pizza.

"And who is that?" I was showing him some pictures of people I didn't recognize.

"That's Patrick, but you call him Poppy." Jackson answered with a mouth full of pizza.

"I'm home, Bumblebee!" Niall's beautiful voice called from the main hall. He calls me Bumblebee sometimes.

"In the dining room." I called back.

"I missed you!" He walked in and kissed the top of my head.

"Hey, Niall. Can I talk to you in the other room for a second?" Jackson stood up.

"Yeah, sure." Niall sounded a little uneasy.

I watched as they talked, Niall's expression getting angrier when Jackson pointed to his neck. Niall looked down when Jackson finished talking and walked back over to me. For a few seconds he stared at me angrily, but no anger towards me. Only sadness. Kneeled down so he had to look up at me. He stroked my cheek, looking at the hickey on my neck. He pulled me in for a tight hug and slowly pulled away.

"Well, I have to get going." Jackson broke the silence, "Darry has a surprise for me. See ya Niall. Feel better, Leyla." And with that, he left.

"Come on, we need to talk." Niall's voice was calm but angry at the same time. He grabbed my hand with his gently ones and hand walked outside into the garden with me.

He didn't talk as we walked. I thought maybe he was going to explode in rage, but I also knew it would take a lot of anger for him to do that. He looked straight ahead with a stern look I'd never seen. Maybe he was mad at me for not trying hard enough to get away or not using the self-defense moves he taught me. I panicked and couldn't think. It wasn't my fault. Or maybe it was.

Notes

Sorry I haven't been posting. :( I feel like I'm letting you down. Thanks for +350 views! I'll be posting more often this time but with shorter stories.