When Niall's girlfriend is driven over the edge by a message sent anonymously, Niall breaks down. But after paying a visit to her sister, he decides to take revenge. To find who did this to her.
To take them down.
But to do this, he needs to destroy a few lives, reveal a few secrets and break a few hearts.
A story of love, revenge and betrayal.


7. Wrecking Ball

After being friends with Scott for a while, I'd figured his next favourite thing besides fucking his girlfriends was obviously his car. His car was a red Farari, a different colour from Faye's jet black.

I'd planned everything out, with the help of Elise of course.

We were sitting on her sofa downstairs and Jade's parents were out, shopping for something.

"So what do we need to fuck up next in pretty boys life?" Elise asked, stifling a yawn.  She was wearing a lacy black camisole and black panties since I had just woken her up from her 'afternoon nap'. When I'd asked her to put on some clothes she simply shook her head and bounded over to the couch where she was now splayed, her legs folded but I had a plain view of her entire body. It made me gag a little, how much this girl would reduce herself to such things.

Her body language practically screamed desperation.

She watched as I sat down beside her and ran a hand through my hair.

"There are a few things that piss me off about him. His face, for one. His happy-as-a-leprechaun life and the fact that he has everything I don't."

"Well, lucky for you," she said, "I have just the idea to ruin his leprechaun-happy state. I plan to become his girlfriend, do the deed, plant little seeds of hope in his head, then tear out his heart."

That sentence, right there, described Elise entirely.

"That sounds perfect. Now, about Faye."

"Ahhh, the pixie girl!" Elise looked gleeful.

"She's not a fucking pixie!" I snapped.

But Elise wouldn't dismiss her new found nickname for Faye. Although, it did make sense, I mean her name was Faye for Christ's sake! I suppose the red hair and small build and cheeky (sexy) smile didn't help defend her either. She did remind me of a fairy-like creature in some ways. But that didn't prevent me from wanting to touch her in forbidden places.

"So, what will we do about dearest Pixie, then?" Elise asked, stretching her body out like a well-rested cat.

"Nothing too bad. She didn't kill Jade. . ." I pondered on what I should do to Faye. But those were to different things: what I had to do to Faye, and what I wanted to do to Faye. Maybe they weren't so different after all, I just wanted her to be mine.

But Jade is mine, I though.

"Was," Elise corrected. Had I said that out loud?

I sighed, which quickly turned into a yawn.

"Tired, Nialler? Fancy taking a trip to my bedroom? Just for a little nap, of course. You look battered."

I wanted to kill her for calling me that. Nobody but Jade should be able to call me that. It seemed like betraying her, somehow.

"No," I said firmly, "I'd rather take a trip to the graveyard than risk going anywhere near your bedroom. Besides, I have work to do."

She quirked her eyebrow suspiciously, but her evil smile was still in place.

"Y'know," she said with mock-exasperation, "you could always pretend to be in love with Faye. Get her in the balls, where it hurts. We could be like two secret agents on a mission to destroy a brother and sister. Sounds fun, doesn't it?"

I shook my head tiredly but I hated to admit, it did sound kind of fun. Like a mission, a top secret one to take down Jade's killer. But I didn't see how me 'pretending' to fall in love with Faye would do any good at all. But it would make Scott all the more miserable.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I thought.

"C'mon, Nialler. It'll be brill'."

As soon as I flinched, I regretted it. It just revealed how much I still yearned for Jade. And how much I shouldn't yearn for Faye.

Elise chuckled darkly.

"You still miss her? I can't even call you by your nickname without you spazzing out? Pathetic, isn't it?"

I sighed and got up, tired of the mocking.

"I'm going home. Call me if you hear anything new or actually come up with a good idea."

Then, before I could register the shock my words had inflicted, I threw the blanket which was draped over the sofa onto Elise's exposed body and marched out the house.

Fighting tears the entire way home.




"Hello?" I picked up my mobile and pressed it to my ear, picking at a loose thread on my torn jeans.

"It's me, Faye."

My heart slowed a little. Every time my phone rang, I would hyperventilate for fear it was Elise or Scott calling to tell me they knew everything. Trust me, it was scary as shit.

"Oh, hey."

She sounded slightly off in someway. Sleepy, but fed up.

"Can we hang out? Scott's being a real downer lately and it's not doing anything to improve my mood."

I yawned widely before replying.

"Sure, what do you want to do?"

"Anything, I aren't bothered."

I couldn't stop the exasperated sigh from escaping my lips.

"Look, you can come over and we can get pissed and watch horribly directed action movies, does that sound okay?"

I could practically see her smiling through the phone.

"That sounds amazing. I'll be right over."

Then, after she hung up I fell asleep.



"Hey, dickhead."

I felt a soft lump come down on my head and growled sleepily.

"Piss off, I'm knackered."

Faye was grinning down at me, dimpling.

"Nope, I brought beer. The expensive kind."

She gave me a cheesy wink then whacked me with the pillow again.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up."  I sat up and yawned, running a hand through my mussed up hair. Then I looked down to discover I was still dressed in a tatter blue t-shirt and my black Calvin Klein boxers.

How pleasant.

"Nice black-tie outfit you've got there," I muttered, gesturing to her clothing. She was wearing black sweatpants and a baggy green shirt that looked like it had once belonged to Scott.

And if I don't say so myself, she looked beautiful.

Her hair was a slightly tangled and her face was makeup-free. She smelt like her house and a little bit like sweat. But I didn't mind at all, I probably smelt the same.


We took the 'expensive' beer downstairs along with microwave popcorn and a boxed-up pizza freshly delivered.

"Whaaa-?" Faye's eyes widened in surprise as she took in our huge telly and the Xbox, CD player, video player, PS3 and stereo system.

What can I say? Scott's easily persuaded. But I wasn't about to tell Faye that.

"Just sit down a pick a movie, woman."

We slumped onto the huge semi-circle couch and I laid a fluffy red blanket over both of us. Faye scooted closer and cracked open to beers much to my delight. 

"What movie are we watching?"

I chuckled quietly and took a swig of my beer to prepare myself. Whether it was for the movie or for spending a night with Faye, it didn't matter.

"Fast & Furious," I said.



When the movie was over Faye and I had polished of the entire case of beer, all the popcorn and half of the pizza.

"God," she burped, "we're proper pigs!"

I laughed and clinked two empty beer bottles together.

"I know, but there's nobody watching us so who gives a fuck?"

We laughed and laughed until we cried and then until our sides were about to split. I hadn't laughed like that in a long time; excusing the fact I was drunk, obviously.

"This has been brilliant, but you should probably get home. Scott might get angry."

She turned to me, a scowl in place.

"So what? Scott's not my dad! He's a dick with his own problems, and I sure as hell aren't one of them!"

"Alright," I raised my hands, "no need to be snappy."

Faye let her face drop into her own palms, her shoulders beginning to shake. When she looked at me again, her cheeks were shiny like tiny snails had crawled along them and left a slimy trail.

"I'm sorry, it's just, things are really rough at home and I'm getting so much shit from mum and dad cos' of my work and everything's a pain in the ass."

I didn't know what to do, with a crying girl. So I just pulled her to my side and stroked her hair while she cried. Then, by some crazy instinct, I began to shush her gently.

"It's alright," I murmured, "everything's going to be okay."

Complete. Utter. Bullshit. But it calmed her down, nonetheless.

She pulled out my embrace (which left me a little gobsmacked that she'd refuse this sexy thing) and turned off the TV. Then, when she relaxed back into my arms I felt more than a little happier.

After a while of stroking and soothing and general sappiness, she reduced her bawling to cute little sniffles.

"Thanks, Niall. I feel much better." 

She looked up at me and smiled a watery smile before pecking my cheek.



Pecking was too intimate. Too Jade.

So, instead of the cutesy kisses and bear hugs, I snogged her.

A full-on tongues-and-everything kiss. And it made me feel a bit better for doing so. She snuggled her nose into the crook of my neck and I rested my cheek on the crown of her curly red hair.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Nialler."

I felt like my guts had been ripped out along with my bloody, beating heart.

How could someone destroy another with one sentence?

But, somehow, I managed to reply.

"Same here, sweetheart. Same here."

What the fuck are you doing, Niall?

I don't know.

I truly don't know.


















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