Speechless (Sequel to Breathless)

Niall and Liam are finally together, they finally can be the couple they want to be. They don't have to worry about Niall's insane uncle, or so they think. Little did they know someone very close to them is helping Niall's uncle. Will the boys see through their masks? Will Niall and Liam's love fail when Niall meets someone who seems to be better for him than Liam? Read and find out :)


4. Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

[A/N This wasn't really something I had planned to happen, it just sort of happened. I'm sorry if any of you don't like this random plot twist but I think its good! so enjoy this very late update :) ]


Chapter 4

Liam is BOLD
Niall is Italic
Josh is BOTH

-Harry’s POV-

I woke up with the worst pain possible in my neck, it took me a minute to remember that I came out and curled up with Louis last night. As much as I know I should be mad at him, I just can’t stay mad at him. He is my everything, he is what keeps me anchored. I opened my eyes and Louis wasn’t lying beside me. I couldn’t help but feel sad that he had left. But then I heard a retching noise coming from the bathroom. I jumped up and ran over to the door, luckily Louis was in too much of a rush to close the door. He was leaning over the toilet coughing and throwing up the contents of his stomach. I sighed and walked closer to him rubbing small circles into his back. After a few minutes he stopped puking and stood. I walked out to the kitchen, I could hear him following me. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. I handed it to him. He gave me a small smile but took a sip from the glass. I sighed and leaned against the counter watching as Louis sipped from the glass. As mad as I should be at Louis, watching him right now is only making me want him more. No matter how mean, how messed up he is, I know I will always love him. I will always be the one there for him when he is sick or just needs a friend. He brought the glass away from his plump lips and set it softly on the table behind him. His eyes were still slightly red, but he didn’t look nearly as bad. I could tell he was hung-over though. Thank god he doesn’t have to work today. I gave him a small smile as he rubbed his temple.

“I’m so-” but I cut him off by putting my finger up to silence him. I shook my head telling him to just stop talking. I don’t really want to hear his lame excuse, it’s always the same. ‘The guys wanted to get some drinks after work.’ ‘The boss asked me to go with him to the bar’ they are all very lame excuses and usually end with us fighting. I hate when we fight, that’s all we seem to do lately. Ever since he got that job at the theater all he ever does is drink. I need to talk to him about it, but I don’t know how to approach it without it turning into a full-fledged war between us. Now that I really think about it, Louis and I hardly ever talk anymore. And when we do talk we always end up screaming at each other. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex with him! Now I just sound like a hormonal teenager, but still! He’s my husband, I can do those things with him if I please.

“Here, take these.” I say calmly reaching into the cupboard and grabbing a bottle of pain relievers. He takes them and swallows them with a gulp of water. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before setting the glass back down on the table. I can feel the tension between us, I hate it. I really want to tell him how much of an asshole he is, but I know that won’t solve anything. If anything it would make it worse, and that’s the last thing I want to happen. Louis bites his bottom lip and looks to his feet. He starts playing with a bracelet on his wrist, I watch and my eyes bulge out of their sockets at what is now permanently on his wrist. He has two very small, but noticeable, quotation marks on his wrist. It’s a tattoo, when did he have this done. Without thinking I reach down and grab his hand, I don’t think he really know what I was doing until I turned his hand over and pulled the bracelet down. He jerked his hand back when he realized what I was looking at. I was gripping his hand too tightly so he couldn’t get it away from me. I looked up at him, his expression was unreadable.

“When did you get this?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. It came out a little harsher than I meant it to, but I don’t think Louis would have acted any different with another tone of voice. He groaned and finally jerked his hand hard enough to get it out of my grasp. He pulled the bracelet back trying to hide the tattoo.

“The other night.” He says plainly. He is so distant, why? Why won’t he tell me anything? I don’t care that he got a tattoo, I care that he was trying to hide it from me. Why didn’t he just tell me he got a tattoo? It’s not like it’s a bad tattoo. I mean yeah it’s a tad random, but knowing my Louis it has some meaning behind it.

“What does it mean?” I ask trying to just sound casual. I turn around and try to find something to do. I pick up the dishes and start to rinse them off for the dishwasher. I hear him sigh behind me and feet moving. When I turn around he isn’t behind me anymore. He walked out of the kitchen, ignoring what I had asked him. If I told you that didn’t hurt, I would be lying. I throw the plate into the sink, I hear a crack but I could care less. I feel the tears threatening to spill over. I rush into our bed room, before I close the door I hear the front door slam. My heart shatters. I close the bedroom door and crawl into a ball. I allow the tears to spill and just start crying.

-Louis POV-

The door slams behind me, I know I’m over reacting but every time I talk with Harry the guilt starts to build up inside me. I can’t even look at him the same anymore. I jump into my car and pull out of the driveway as quickly as possible. I drive down the street not really knowing where I am going. I just need to get away from here, I need to breathe and try to figure out what I’m going to do. Without realizing it I find myself driving to the old abandoned warehouse close to my work. I cringe as I remember my promise to my new boss. I pull up into the warehouse and try to put on my work face, the face that got me where I am today. I get out of the car and walk to the big grey door. I know three times, pause, then twice more. That’s how they know I’m a member. The door opens to reveal a tall slender man with a gold tooth. He is smiling at me, it’s Chris, my boss.

“Glad you could make it Tomlinson.” He smirks. I give him a curt nod before walking into the building. The smell of marijuana engulfs me as I step further into the large building, my shoes clicking on the cement floor the entire time I was walking. In the middle of the building is a small table with guns splayed across it, around the entire warehouse are crates full of god knows what. In the corner a man is tied up, he has a bullet hole through his head. He doesn’t look familiar to me, so thank the fucking lord. There are five men standing around the table, they each have a gun either in their hand or in their pocket. I reach the table and they all turn to look at me. They each are sharing the same smug grin on their face. I met all of them at the theater, they all work there. That’s how this whole thing started. At first they were just inviting me to tag along to their parties, but one night a man known as Tony slipped up and told me about their dealings of drugs. Somehow Chris found out and nearly killed Tony until I pulled him off and tried to fight him. Of course Chris pulled his gun on me, but he was laughing. He told me he wouldn’t kill me or my family if I joined them, he said he liked my fighting skills. He said I would be very useful. I turned him down at first, but then I came home the next day to find Harry asleep on the couch and Chris pointing a gun to his head. I couldn’t say no, if I did he would shoot Harry. I agreed to be part of his gang and help him deal drugs. I didn’t know I would be part of something much larger though.

“Didn’t think you’d show Louis.” Josh sneers. I push down the bile that is threatening to come up. I know this is all wrong, I know I shouldn’t be dealing with these guys, but I need the money. I need the money for Harry and me. I know Josh goes to school with Harry, that’s how they could find where I lived and can threaten me so easily. I try to not let that get to me, as long as I do everything Chris asked I don’t have to worry about Josh hurting Harry.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I bark back. They all laugh at my response. Chris walks over to them and pulls out a small package of white powder. He sets it on the table and pulls out five more. He passes each of us one. He stops to me and grins.

“You get extra if you do the job.” He smirks. I glare at him, I hate him but I need him.

“I’ll do it. How do you want it done?” I ask keeping my voice low so it sounds more threatening. Chris smiles and passes me another packet from the crate behind him.

“Slow, I want him to suffer. You need to bring me back evidence to Tomlinson. I don’t want any slip ups.” He chuckles. The rest of the men laugh manically with him. I hold back a shudder and nod before reaching for the gun on the table. Josh moves to follow me as I turn to leave. I guess he’s my partner in this. Shit.

“Oh, and before you kill him. If you don’t do the job properly, let’s just say your little… husband? Is it? Won’t be waiting for you when you get home.” He smirks. My whole body stiffens. I hate this, this is how he gets what he wants. He dangles what you love and need right in front of you. He could kill Harry so easily, he wouldn’t even have to do it. He’d have one of these pricks do it for him.

“It will be done!” I snap, he smirks.

“Good. Now go kill me a Mr. Niall Horan.”   

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