The Auction

"Welcome to the Sex Auction," The man shouted. Oh fuck. This is going to be fun- not. I'm not having sex with anyone! I don't give a fuck okay? "Lily Black everyone," He beckoned to me as I strode onto stage. Someone had to take me, otherwise I was stuck with Rob and Carl. They'd make me do whatever they want. And they'd make sure I did it. Suddenly a thick Irish accent called out, "£2000," Fuck. That's a lot. For me? "Ah, and Lily Black goes to Niall Horan! That is until he gets sick of her and brings her back!" The man chuckled. "Oh I can assure you I won't be bored of this one," The Irish accent smirked.


51. Gone

Niall's POV

Harry was dragged off me a while ago, I've been offered medical care. They tried to drag me to an emergency room. But I didn't talk, nor move. I killed my baby. I loved her. Hurting her was...just my way of showing it. I know, I sound like a physcopath, a really deluded one. But, I love her, I really do. I need her, I need to protect her. But I can't. Because I killed her. Me. I did it. 

"Hello, I assume your Niall. Well, Mr Styles and Mr Irwin, have separately said their goodbyes to Lily. Would you like to?"A doctor asked me, out of the blue. I nodded: hesitant.

"Miss Black, is just through there. It's a bit messy, be prepared."The doctor said, guiding me through a door, before he left me. She was lying on a steel bed, motionless. Wearing an oversized blue- bleak- gown. Gone. She's gone. I started to cry uncontrollably again, this is because of me. Her hair looked greasy and sprawled across the linen bed sheets. I walked over, slowly and cautiously, and tucked a piece of brown hair behind her ear. So sweet, so soft. So...gone. The tears spluttered everywhere. Her eyes, wide open, we're glistening their bright blue. Just like mine. Her pupils were dilated as she gazed up at me. Gone. This is my last chance to express my love for her. I sighed, bedding my head in the crook of her neck. I nuzzled my hair against her no longer pulsating, neck. So silent. It was eerie, till I realised who I was with. The love of my life. The girl who was my former love. Blood sprawled across a blanket on top of her, covered with scarlet fluid. My girl. Girls. I killed both my girls. Lily and my baby. What kind of monster am I? I sent a ripple of kisses up her jawline. I waited for her to moan, she didn't. 

"I love you,"I whispered, trailing kisses down her neck. I knew where her soft spot was, and I sucked on it. I didn't leave a hickey, I didn't want her to look that way. I wanted her to lay peacefully and elegant. She is, after all. I mean, was. Slowly moving away, I hovered above her lips. So soft and plumped perfectly. So angelic. I slowly kissed them, soft and tenderly. Passionately. I parted my lips, almost waiting for her lip to yield with mine, and ask for entrance. I would let her in, no doubt, anywhere in my mind. I pulled away, kissing her one last time. I softly, pressed my lips against her. This would be my last form of pleasure, ever. My source of warmth, love and passion is gone. Still, my lips on hers, I gently smiled. Parting our lips, I pulled away. 

"Don't stop,"I heard a soft whisper. 


Dun dun daaaa! Was Niall imagining it? Or was it Lily? Dadaaaaa xx

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