Feelings are hard control. Some might say it's impossible.
Niall can't control his feels for Emma, even though she has a boyfriend. What starts out as an innocence try, becomes a deeply love, as their feelings for each other grow more intense. But their love is hard to be accepted. Hate, fights and a violent gang tries to tore them apart.

Will Niall ever be able to stay with Emma? And when something unexpected happens.. Will they find a way out?


7. Chapter 7


I should've seen it coming. Of course he'd get pissed.

The sound of heavy footsteps up the stairs warned me.


This would end badly.




John was mad now. Like REALLY mad.
Emma should be happy if he let her go with less than 2 bruises.

He stormed up the stair, anger burning in his eyes. She shouldn't have rejected Dennis like that without pissing John off.
I stood up from my seat at the couch, ran up the stair, staring at John in front of Emma's door.

He slammed his hand against the door 3 times before entering.

He slammed the door, leaving me unnoticed.

I walked to the door to hear their talk.

"What happened?" I heard him spat.

Emma didn't answer.

"I asked you a question.." he said low, but angrily.


"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" he yelled, mum was out so she wouldn't be able to hear it anyways.
I moved a bit away from the door.

The sound of a hand slapping a chin could be heard.

Then, sobs.

"What.. Happened?" he asked again, the anger burning inside him.

More sobs.

"I.... I.. nothing happened!" Emma exclaimed sobbing. 
"Don't you dare lie to me!" he yelled and slapped her again.

I felt like I should do something. Anything, like stopping him, telling him to let her go and leave her alone.
But John would probably kill me if I did so.

It's only because of Dennis. I mean, John wouldn't mind if he became Emma's husband or so, its clear to everyone. That's why he made such a big deal about it.

I heard Emma crying. I felt terrible about doing nothing.

I had to do something.
I gathered all the courage I had inside, fuck John, I had to help Emma. I wouldn't care if he'd hit me too, as long as I helped her. 
As I was just about to enter the door, John spoke again.

"I'll come back later, and if you still won't say anything.."

He slapped her again, and grabbed the door handle. 
My courage disappeared immediately.
I quickly jumped into my own room and sat on the bed with the door open. I heard Emmas door open, and sat there like I haven't heard a thing when John walked by. Then, he stormed down the stair again, and slammed the front door.


Emmas sobs was loud now. 

"Fucking coward," I mumbled angrily at myself. I kicked my bed repeatedly, every kick filled so much anger burning from inside. I sat down, tears starting to stream down my red cheeks. I sniffed and pulled my hair. "Why can't I do anything right, I'm a fucking fag," I cursed under my trembling breath. I really hated myself. "Why.." I said angrily and hit my bed. I found it hard to keep all the anger inside so I stood up and started hitting on everything in the room. 

"Why can't I just stand up against him, why-" I kicked the bed, 

"Can't I-" again.

"Say-" again.

"No!" All my anger was thrown out bye the last kick. I felt a slight pain in my foot, but I ignored it. "Does it hurt, huh?" I said to myself.

I shook my head and tried to find focus. Emma. Yes, I had to check on Emma.
I listened closely, and heard her small sobs. I took a deep breath. I must apology for not helping her...


I walked to her door, still ignoring the pain from my foot. As I stood in front of her door, I dried away my tears and took another deep breath. I had no idea what to say to her, but I knew I had to say sorry.

I pulled down the handle and stepped inside Emma's dark room.


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