17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.


16. Chapter 16

Ashley's POV:
*** His eyes lit up the dance floor, the way his arms wrapped around me made me feel so loved and protected. His gaze didn't leave my eyes, his beauty was mirrored beautifully by the light, his feet dancing, leading me around the room. "You look beautiful tonight." He nearly whispered, I blushed unwillingly. "Thank you." I simply replied. His smile faded out as fast as it faded in. He had a strange look on his face. He leaned in, strongly pressing his lips onto mine. I enjoyed his kiss but- This wasn't it. He was rough and eager to get under my dress. His hand slipped up my thigh, making me shiver. "Niall, slow down." I instructed, he ignored my needs. "Niall." I said a bit louder. He didn't stop, instead, pulling me off the dance floor and into a dark closet. "Take off your clothes." He demanded. I flinched. "No." I protested. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned me against the wall. A soft, silent tear crept it's way from the corner of my eye to the bottom of my chin. "Take them off... Or I will." His grip increased. I couldn't help but shed another tear as the thought of the boy I once loved could be so forceful with me. I said nothing as I didn't know what to do. He leaned forward and started kissing my neck. His kisses were no longer soft, caring and beautiful. No. He broke that illusion real quickly. "Niall, Y-Y-You're being too forward." I whispered. Maybe if I snapped him back into reality, he could stop. I knew he wanted my kiss, I knew he wanted to see me without clothes on. I just hoped and prayed that's all he wanted. "What do you want from me." -I was now talking to him as if he was Connor. No trust, no love, no relationship whatsoever. "You know what I want." He nibbled my ear, I flinched and shed yet another tear at his touch. It was obvious what he wanted. The only thing that was mine, the only thing that I hadn't yet to give anyone. The only part of me left. The only thing that he couldn't possibly get by force, but by love. I knew what he sought for.

He sought for sex. ***


"Ashley..." I heard a nearly silent whisper. "Ash..." The voice repeated itself. I moaned sleepily. "Ashley, babe. You awake?" I quickly noticed the voice and flinched at his every word. I fluttered my eyes open to find a beautiful sunset creeping down on me. I looked up and saw beauty before me. I usually enjoyed mornings with him but- After that dream. I found myself frightened at his every movement. "Morning beautiful." Niall smiled. I politely smiled back. "Morning." I said. "Are you okay? You were shaking there a bit." I looked at my hand and noticed it was indeed shaking. "Oh, s-sorry." I could tell he knew I was a bit off. "Ashley?" He propped up on his elbows whilst I still laid on his chest. "Yea?" I asked, eventually sitting up and crossing my legs. Almost like how a preschooler would around story time. "What was your dream about?" He asked, I chocked. What was I going to say? I couldn't tell him about my dream. He'd just- He might- He could get hurt. I wouldn't want him thinking that I think he would hurt me in anyway possible, he'd take that offensively. "Nothing." I stated. He frowned and sat himself up to my level. "Ashley... You can tell me." I did trust him. I did completely. But I've never had a dream like this before. I remember a couple nights ago I'd wake up having nightmares about Connor and what-not but. Never Niall. Even if it was Niall, It'd be a nice, beautiful dream. But never one like this. "It's just... Um..." I couldn't quite get a hold of my words. Niall's gaze never left my face. "It was about you." I said in a not-so-happy way. He tilted his head and frowned. "Is that a bad thing?" He asked. I shook my head. "No but- it wasn't a good dream." I said, I didn't know what it was that I said that made him understand but- whatever it was. I'm glad he knew. "It's okay, Ash." He wrapped his giant, strong arms around me. I smiled at his touch. He pulled away and met my eye line. "I will never. Ever. EVER hurt you, Ashley." He chocked. "B-B-Because I love you. A-And you don't hurt the people who you lo-love." He looked deep into my eyes, I wanted to kiss him so bad and from the looks of it, he wanted to kiss me too. Yet he didn't. That's when I remembered how long it took him to finally get the courage to kiss me. Even though I probably would've been perfectly fine, he still waited longer than expected. That thought along with Niall's caring gesture made me realize he'd never do anything like that to me. Ever. "I love you too, Niall." It was now getting easier to say. He smiled. "Can I-I um..." He stuttered. I laughed. "Yes." I said. He smiled, I leaned in closer to him as I enjoyed the way his hand brushed against my cheek. My lips softly brushed his before the kiss, this was something I tended to do. Not sure why. Once our lips met, sparks flew. They literally flew. His hand ran through my hair, I softly whimpered at the touch. I felt his hand run down my back and onto my waist, he pulled me closer. I wrapped my hands around his neck, allowing our bodies to touch one another. I slowly laid back on the bed, he followed not to far after me. Niall laid perfectly on top of me as I enjoyed his touch. He finally pulled away. "I know it can be scary sometimes..." He whispered. "But when the time comes... And you love someone. It'll come naturally." He said, I then realized how our kisses became natural. And how our 'I love you's' became regular. I smiled. "Thank you, Niall." I said. He kissed my head, making me feel like a child. "Anything for you." He whispered.

*** Later that evening.***

"Are you okay?" Niall asked me as we laid on the couch together. He new I was still 'off'. "Yea, its just... I-I don't know." No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake that dream. Images of Niall forcing his lips upon mine scarred my brain. "You haven't been yourself today." Niall whispered. I took a deep sigh. "I know." I nearly whispered. He kissed my head. "Well, whatever's on your mind. I'm sure it'll all be fine." "But what if it's not..." I looked up at him. And in that moment, he knew. He practically read my mind. Not sure how, not sure why. But he knew. "Ashley." He whispered in my ear as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, kissing softly once in a while. "I love you." He said. "You know that. And I'd kill myself before letting anyone hurt you, Ashley. You're my-" He choked. "Y-You're my everything." He stuttered quietly. I looked up at him. He gave me a look that I knew he wasn't kidding with, he was serious. "I love you too, Niall." I said, he took a breath in relief. I smiled. He slowly and gently leaned in, pressing his lips softly onto mine. The kiss was long, it was nice. He started running his fingers through my hair, I tangled my other hand within his, holding it tightly. He rubbed his thumb along the back of my hand, soothing me so. Then, a rough image bounced back in my head. I flinched at his every move. He separated from me. He looked at me nervously. He thought he had hurt me. "I'm fine..." I said. "It's just-" I couldn't quick get the words out. "I-I get scared sometimes, Niall." I whispered. "I know, Ash." He held me in his arms.

"I know."

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