Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


24. A Not So Pleasant Morning

It was a brand new day, the sun was shinning through the curtains, angling the rays down on the bed. Sadly, it was slowly fading away by the clouds that had been appearing. I bet it was going to rain. The morning breeze kicked in, filling the room with cool air. The bed that was once filled was now almost empty. I rolled to the other side of the to feel my warm boyfriend's bare chest, wrapping myself into a spooning position. Except, there was one problem. No one else was in the bed with me. I sat up, naturally fix my hair without a mirror. My eyes looked everywhere. Where could he be? I walked slowly into the living room. There were blankets thrown everywhere, pillows had knocked over vases. The front door was wide opened. I walked farther into the living room, noticing the flat screen tv was broke, along with a few vases that were on the wall. I grabbed my cell and began typing in Harry's number, but I was interrupted by the sound of a man's voice being cleared. I turned around and saw Ryan.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I had anger in my voice, and all he did was chuckle.

"You make me laugh." he said to me.

"Where the hell is Harry?" I asked. He looked around with an evil smile, his finger gently tracing the blueish green vase on our shelf that was next to the bathroom door. He chuckled to himself and slowly knocked the vase off the shelf, watching the vase shatter into several pieces, looking back up at me.

"That.. is an excellent question." he began to walk closer to me, but I backed away.

"Why are you here? Why aren't you with that Cassey chick?" I asked him, grabbing a broom off the ground and into both of my hands as a defense weapon.

"Maybe because I want you." he wripped the broom out of my hands and threw it over at the door.

"Well I'm not yours. You should of thought of that before ruining what we had. No if you will excuse me..." before I could finish, he pushed me to the ground. "What the hell?!"

"I can't believe you tried to decline me, because you should remember... " he bent down and slowly moved his mouth to my ear.

"I don't like being told no." he finished, kissing my jaw. I pushed him away, standing up.

"Get out!" I shouted, rushing over to the window. He grabbed my by my wrists and pulled me towards him, pushing me back to the ground.

"I don't get why you're still not crying. Usually, you're a cry baby always needing its blanky." he smiled. I kicked his legs, tripping him as he fell. I quickly stood up and rushed to my door but as I grabbed the doorknob, he grabbed my ankles and violently pulled me down with him. He stood up and began to pull me over to him, but I grabbed onto furniture, trying to escape. "Get back here, you bitch." I heard him hiss. I quickly crawled away, hiding underneath the desk that was over facing the opposite of him. I could hear the footprints getting closer. "Remember all the fun we had together? The first kiss? The first ice cream cones together? Why don't you come replay those memories with me?" he was now talking in a sweet voice, slowly getting closer. I kept my mouth shut, hoping someone would come in. Suddenly, I saw his arms reach out for me, pulling me out from underneath the desk.

"Let go of me, please!" I was now getting very scared, well, more scared than I already was.

"I have other plans in mind." he smirked, pushing me to the ground. He was sitting on me as I struggling for him to get off. He gave me another smirk and with all force, his hand collided violently into my face, forcing it to follow in motion. "Stop squirming, you little prick." he mumbled, unbuckling his pants.

"Oh my god, get off!" I screamed, trying not to cry. He was trying to make his point. He wants to see me with tears. He seemed to always want that. He unbuckled mine and smiled. He then slapped me again, throwing a punch in after it. I stopped struggling to coving my face. He continued taking our pants off.

"If you didn't say no, we wouldn't have to be doing this." he whispered. That's when I pushed him off and again, started running away. I felt an object hid my leg, causing me to fall over. I felt his foot kicking into my stomach and his arms slowly making its way to me again.

"The more you run, the seriousness of me hurting you gets higher." he told me, slapping my face again. I could of sworn I felt a little tear fall out. I tried to hid that fact as I crawled away, but he again sat on me. As he was getting ready to... you know... I heard a group of laughter from the outside hallway enter the room. That laughter stopped when I felt a pair of eyes on us.

"What the fuck?!" I heard Harry say, rushing over. Ryan got up and ran onto the landing stairs outside the window. Niall rushed over to the window and peered out.

"He's gone." I heard him say. Harry's voice had anger. He was angry. I heard someone getting closer to me, it was Zayn. He curled me up in his arms and held me, wedding-style, with a comforting rock. Zayn carried me into my bedroom and laid me down.

"Can you leave?" I asked him. He gave me a puzzled look.

"Who was that guy?" he asked me.

"Zayn, I asked you nicely. I don't want to talk about it right now." I whimpered. He nodded, walking out of the room.


Niall's POV: The boys and I had a meeting again and Harry was worrying that he forgot to tell Kaylie. I told him it'd be fine so we just left. The meeting was finally over and it was time to go home. As we got to the apartment, I heard Zayn clear his throat.

"You know, the reporters' faces seem to have a dent in one of their cheeks because of those lenses. Has anyone else noticed that?" Zayn began laughing and as we noticed the open door. began to laugh as well. When we walked in, I noticed a man our age On the floor. I adjusted my angle and noticed Kaylie under him. She had a brose on her upper check and a little mark on the opposite cheek.

"What the fuck?!" Harry shouted, his fists clenched together. The room was a mess and there were broken vases and other glass objects everywhere. He began to run towards them when the man got up and quickly rushed out of the window and onto the landing. Harry and I rushed over, looking out the window.

"He's gone." I said, looking at him.

"I'll be back." Harry whispered quickly, rushing out and onto the landing. I looked over and saw Zayn picking Kaylie up and into the bedroom. Poor girl. Oh shit, I need to call Olivia. I dialed her up and she answered.

"Hey babe."

"Hey, are you okay?" I quickly asked.

"Yeah, why?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just was curious. I love you a lot, you know that right?"

"Of course." I smiled at the thought of her. Then, she let out a loud gasp.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"I'm in my car and I just saw Harry chasing this guy. Oh my god, is that Ryan?" Ryan! That's who the guy was. Ryan was Kaylie's ex boyfriend. That's what Harry told me, anyway.

"I know, come quick to Kaylie's apartment, something's happened." I told her.

"Oh my god, is she okay?" I was interrupted by Zayn walking back out.

"She won't tell us anything, Niall." when he said that, Olivia heard it as well.

"I'm on my way." she hung up. I shook my head.

"That guy was Ryan. Kaylie's ex boyfriend." I informed. His face got angry, his fists were clenching together, he needed something to punch. I got up and grabbed a pillow off the ground. He quickly punched the pillow, having me jerk backwards. I fell over and smiled.

"Okay, the pillow did nothing." I mumbled, getting back up with Zayn's help.

"Sorry." he smiled with me. Olivia rushed over to the opened door and looked around.

"Oh my god, what happened?" she asked. I grabbed her hands and quickly calmed her down.

"Babe, you need to stay calm."

"Niall, don't tell me to stay calm, what happened to Kaylie?!" she was now a bit angry. Note to self, never tell a girl to calm down.

"Ryan came and I think he was trying to..." I stopped, trying to find an appropriate word. I was interrupted though.

"..rape her." I heard Liam say. Her eyes widened, her face in shock. I could tell she was about to cry.

"Oh my god, Kaylie!" she reached for the door but Zayn stopped her.

"She won't talk to any of us. She's really hurt." he told her.

"I'm her best friend, Zayn."

"Yeah, well so am I."

"No, you're just some guy trying to get into your bestfriend's girlfriend's pants." I dropped my jaw, looking at the both of them.

"Not even close! I would never use her like that!" He began to shout. He sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, covering his face.  He violently stood up and looking into Olivia's eyes with anger and truthfulness. "She means everything to me and I have to sit here and watch shit happen to her. You know how bad I want to call her mine? When I saw her this brosed and hurt girl... all I could think was you would never see me again if I chased that guy down and not Harry." he stopped and shook his head with a chuckle.

"But no, she's happy with Harry, she only loves Harry, she's carrying Harry's baby. I have to deal with the fact that they aren't breaking up anytime soon." As soon as he said that, we all looked at him in shock.

"Zayn... did you just say Kaylie's pregnant?" Olivia asked. Louis' face went into total shock mode. He's been scared to say something this whole time.

"What.. no." Zayn got up and quickly fixed his hair.

"...Zayn?" Zayn rolled his eyes.That's when we heard Harry coming back into the room. Olivia looked at him.

"Did you get him?" Louis asked. Harry shook his head.

"He got away." he kicked a pillow that was on the ground, violently. Poor pillows. Always being beaten. Zayn stood up.

"Why'd you let him get away?" Zayn asked, irritated. He walked closer to Harry.

"You think I planned to have him get away?" Harry was now in Zayn's face.

"I would think you would of catch him, considering your her boyfriend." he gently put two hands on Harry's chest and without much force, gave him a little push.

"I would think you would keep your hands of my girlfriend, considering you're my best friend." he pushed back.

"I have been leaving her alone." Zayn to Harry.

"Yeah right. Right after she came home from your house, she skipped dinner. She told me she had to 'get things off her mind.' Tell me, Zayn, what did you do last night that had been 'on her mind' ?" Harry was a bit angry now, well, not as angry as Zayn was.

"I didn't do nothing. Why aren't you trusting your girlfriend?" he asked Harry.

"Oh you know I do!"

"Well you didn't when she use to smoke."

"The past is the past, Zayn!"

"Indeed it is, Harry! Why are you trying to figure out what happened yesterday then?"

"Because I don't trust you!" at that point, I saw Zayn's fist collide into Harry's jaw. As Harry stuggled to keep balance, Olivia and I rushed over to each of them, keeping them a certain distance.

"Look at the both of you. Arguing over Kaylie like she is the blue truck of five year olds." Liam said, looking at both of them. Louis was shaking his head in disgrace.

"You are best friends." Louis said.

"Well maybe I don't want this untruthful bastard as my friend." Harry said.

"Well maybe I don't want this unfaithful bastard as my friend." Zayn said.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Maybe if you caught the guy, you'd be a better boyfriend."

"Oh you think you could of gotten him?"

"Yes, because I care about her way more than you ever could. You want the truth? I kissed her. I kissed her last night before she went home. She declined me because she's with you. I bet you she would of kissed me back but she is so in love with you she told me no. And here you are loosing the ex boyfriend that could of done worst to her than what already happened tonight. If I were you, I would of caught him before Olivia saw him from her car. He would be dead the moment I stepped out on that landing." Zayn stopped, looking into Harry's eyes. Harry said nothing. He just looked away at Kaylie's bedroom door. He sighed.

"She'd probably be happier with you anyway." Harry mumbled. Zayn walked closer to Harry and gave him a hug.

"No, she's way happier with you. I'm just being selfish." he patted Harry's back and smiled. "Believe me, she's the happiest with you."

"Zayn, I'm sorry." Harry mumbled, hugging Zayn back.

"No, I'm sorry." They exchanged their sorry's and began to clean the place up.

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