Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


7. What do I do

"I won't let him, but honestly I don't think he will touch you now that he knows your pregnant." Niall said. He was still trying to make sense of everything.

"Niall I don't want to be pregnant" I said finally.

"Well you are, I am sorry, but you really don't have a choice." He said.

I buried my face in my hands, and started to cry harder. "I can't do this Niall" I said sobbing.

"Yes you can, you have to do this" He said placing one hand on my shoulder. He scooped me up in his arms, and layed me so gently on the bed, and put the covers over me.

"You are going to need some sleep, the stress isn't good for you" He said, and then turned to walk away.

"Wait" I said desperately. He stopped, and turned to look at me.

"Will you lay with me?" I asked.

He gave a little nod, and smile, and then walked over to the bed. He pressed his body up behind me. His arms both wrapped around my waist. His head nudged beside mine.

I loved when he did it. There were absolutely no feelings when we did this. It helped me remember Brock a little better. It helped me remember, and I hoped it would help him with Jess.

When I woke up, it was three in the morning. I couldn't believe that I slept that long. I was expecting Niall to be gone like last time, but he was still there behind me.

"Jess?" He mumbled in his sleep. I knew it would help him remember her.

I didn't want to wake him up, I just layed there feeling his chest pump in, and out. His breathing was so comforting in an odd way. It made me relax.

I nudged in close to his body, it was so comforting. It was weird, you wouldn't honestly think I had feelings for him the way we were, but there was nothing. I didn't feel hate or love for him, I felt absolutely nothing.

"Jess!" Niall said again. This time it was more violent.

"Look out Jess!" He screamed in my ear.  Before I knew what was happening, his arms left my waist, and he started to thrash out violently. He moved so swift, but the blows that he gave were deadly, and rock solid.

"Niall wake up" I screamed. He was still thrashing out, and I don't think he hurt me. I took one of his blows to my stomach, and immediately cried out in pain grabbing it. I took one hand off of my stomach, and placed it on his face.

"Niall please wake up" I said trying to regain my breath, and voice.

His bright blue eyes burst open, and he seemed like he couldn't breath. I took my hand off of him, and placed it back on my stomach. It hurt so badly, and the first thing that came to my mind was the baby.

"Did he hit the baby?" I thought to myself.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Did I hit you?" He asked ignoring my question.

"Niall you didn't mean to, you were sleeping it's ok" I said whispering now.

"It is not ok, where did I hit you?" He asked me.

He took one look at my arms, and then he knew.

"No, I didn't hit you in the stomach, did I?" He asked. It sounded like he was about o break. He was laying on his side facing me directly now.

"Niall it was an accident" I repeated.

He wasn't listening to me anymore, he was crying, and it was almost strange to see him full on crying. He was suppose to be tough, and mean.

I placed my hand back on the side of his face.

"Look at me" I said in a firm voice. It took him a minute, and then he did.

"You were sleeping, you couldn't help it, you were having a nightmare" I said, and he nodded.

"I couldn't save her" He said out of nowhere.

"Niall it wasn't your fault, you didn't know what those men were going to do to her, you didn't know that it would happen" I said.

He went to look down, but I pulled his head back up facing me.

"Stop that" I said.

I looked at him, his blue eyes filled with tears, and I wanted to stop them. I did have feeling for him, they were sympathy.

I pulled him in close for a hug. He wrapped his arms around me so tightly, I could tell he really needed it.

He held me so tightly, and finally I just went with it, I gave him one last quick squeeze, and then he pulled away from the hug. Before I could say anything his lips were pressed against mine. But I didn't stop it, I didn't flinch it just felt right, like it needed to be done.

We both slowly pulled away at the same time, and I could tell he was looking at my eyes. But my eyes were staring at his soft lips.

Then I felt discussed come over me. I was suppose to be getting married in a month, and here I was kissing some other guy. I am horrible, I am disgusting.

I turned back around, and felt his arms again wrap tightly around my waist. I nuzzled myself back close to him, and felt him kiss my neck. It was so much more different than when Harry did it. Harry was creepy, and sexual. Niall was calm, and relaxing. He made it feel right.

It couldn't feel right though, there was no possible way. He kidnapped me, he could still kill me, but he cared about me? Did he really, or what he the one using me? I couldn't be exactly sure, but while I am here, I have to go with it.

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