The Monster That I see

This is not your typical fanfic. I like writing dark stories and to be honest I'm tired of reading all the lovey dovey crap. This story is based on my imagination. I have an imagination that runs wild. So I ask you to join me on this journey but only if you can handle it!

Let me tell you about my life, the one I use to enjoy living. I was such a happy person. Now I'm bitter I don't really care what goes on in the world. I feel numb, sometimes I feel like dying would be a lot easier then living my life. My life is a living hell. All because of the one I love turned against me. He's no longer the sweet innocent boy I used to love in fact he's a monster. Join me as I tell you my story the real story of Niall Horan.


10. I don't know him anymore

That was the first night of many for Niall. If he wasn't doing something with one direction he was out at random pubs. Everytime we would talk it would just end up in another fight. He definately was not the same person I met a few months ago. He would come home at random hours of the night wasted. He would not open up to me about all the hate. Instead he kept me in the dark. There was nothing I could do or say that could help him. He was letting his life slip through his hands. The only people that know about this is Harry, Skyla and myself. The rest of the boys have no idea, no clue as to what Niall does everynight. The Uk leg of the tour was coming to an end. It was bitter sweet. I wanted to go home so that I could see my mother, but I also wanted to stay. I did not want to leave Niall and the rest of the boys. I did not want to leave him knowing what state of mind he was in. I do not understand why he let's all the hate get to him. I'm sure there's an equal amount of people out there that love him. His behaviour is getting worse. I watched countless of time Harry had to carry Niall to bed. I noticed Niall is more aggressive. He like to throws things and shout in people faces. When really all we wanna do is help. I try to remind him all the time he has me and the boys, but he says that's not good enough. Here it was two in the morning and Niall still isn't home. I find myself staying up all hours of the night just to make sure he makes it home okay. It's as if he doesn't care about anything or anyone. His main focus is the hate, it drives him crazy. I can't even begin to tell you how many sleepness nights I've had waiting for him to walk through that door. This being one of them nights. I make my way out of the bed, down the hall, and into the frontroom. I turned the t.v on just to drown out the silience. I kept watching the clock. It was now 3:15 in the morning. I turned the t.v off. As I turned the t.v off I heard keys jiggling. I knew it was Niall. I could tell he was having trouble trying to put the key into the key hole. After about 3 minutes he still wasn't in. I made my way over to the door and opened it. There stood a very plastered Niall. "How long were you standing there before you let me in." He slurred. "A couple minutes." I answered. "You should have opened the door as soon you heard me." He said. "I was in bed." I lied. "Bullshit." He spat. I flinched at his tone of voice. I should be use to this it's my daily routine. I don't see him for hours and when I do he is constantly yelling at me. "Okay Niall I'm going to sleep. I have a flight to catch in the morning." I stated. "A flight to where?" He slurred. "Home. The UK tour is over. You would know that if you were home more." I snapped. I went to walk away but I was forcefully pulled back by his hold on my forearm. Everytime I tried to move his grip tighten. "Niall let go you're hurting me." I whispered. I didn't want to wake Skyla and Harry. I did not want them to see him like this. I didn't even wanna see him like this. I don't know who he is anymore and that scares me, he scares me. He still didn't let go. Instead he took a step forward closing the gap between us. He took hold of my other arm squeezing it just as tight. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. As he held my arms in place he took steps forward resulting in myself taking steps backwards. I kept backing up until my back hit the wall. He lifted my hands above my head and held them in place with one of his hand. His other hands rubbed up and down my thigh. "Niall stop. Please this isn't you." I begged. He continued to slide his hand up and down my thigh making me shiver. I was scared he has never touched me like this. The most we had ever done was kiss and cuddle. I was young I was new to all this, and I knew he was only acting like this because he was drunk. I felt his hand leave my thigh. I thought he was done but he brought his hand up and lifted my shirt up just a bit. He slipped his hand under my shirt tracing my abdomen. I felt his finger slip under the base of my bra. "Stop this isn't you just stop Niall please." I cried. He removed his hand. Looked me in the eyes. "You're not leaving Britt you're mine no one else's." He whispered into my ear. "What." I choked. "You heard me. You're home is with me now. I'm your life you're gonna forget about everyone else before me. You don't need them all you need is me." He whispered. "You can't do this." I cried. "Watch me." He spat. I couldn't move. I couldn't say a word. "You're gonna tell Sky you just couldn't leave me. That you decided it would be best for you to just live with me." He stated. I could not believe what I was hearing. What happened to my sweet innocent Niall. This was the devil that stood before me. I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I hated this person. I just wanted to go back in time forget all of this. "Look at me." He spat snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up with tears in my eyes. How could he do this. "Kiss me." He demanded. I shook my head. I didn't want him anywhere near me let alone kiss him. I wanted to be as far away from him as I could, but that wasn't gonna happen. I was stuck here. "Kiss me or you will regret it." He growled. I stood my ground telling him no over and over. That's when I felt it. I felt a stinging pain to the right side of my face. Niall dropped my arms. I brought my hand to my cheek. That's when reality sank in he had just slapped me. Who was this monster and where was the Niall that I knew. "From now on you do as I say and with that he forcefully pushed his lips against mine
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