Heart To Heart [Narry Fanfic]

Niall moved from Mullingar, Ireland to Holmes Chapel, England to have met some great friends. Two years later he develops feelings for his friend Harry Styles. Highschool is hard enough as it is but when he comes out to his friends who knows if everything will work out smoothly?

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8. Chapter 8: Death, Psycho Exes and Ball Gags

 

Harry POV:

 

 

“I love you Niall” I said as our lips parted.

 

“I love you too Harry” he smiled as he looked deeply into my eyes.

 

Things were finally working out for the best, I had my Nialler back where he belonged, with me in my arms.

 

Niall came over before the party at Cynthia’s to get ready with me, we both stripped to our boxers and rifled through my closet. After both fighting over one of my shirts I decided that he should wear it, he looked way too hot in it. Niall wore my tee that says HIPSTA PLEEZ, blue skinnies, a snapback and red converse. Damn did he look sexy, he is just so fine. My end result was red skinnies, a black shirt, black leather jacket and white converse. Niall having the same shoe size as me made everything so much easier, but he had to keep the pants up with a belt because he was still much smaller than me.

 

“Okay so who’s driving?”

 

“I’ll drive, so I just won’t drink much”

 

“Niall, you’re bloody Irish! And you won’t be drinking much?”

 

“Hahaha! No, I won’t.”

 

We hop into Niall’s car and in the rearview mirror I can see a navy blue BMW, Zayn’s BMW. Zayn is driving with Perrie in the passenger seat, I see two people bobbing around in the back, Louis and Liam. Eleanor and Danielle are very close with Cynthia so they went to help set up the keg, food and music.

 

When we get to the party half of our school is already there, the music loud and all the guys trying to get with all the girls. Niall grips my hand as we walk into the house. “Sexy and I know it” is blasting on the stereo and beer is being passed out to anyone who walks by. Great, so we are all here enjoying ourselves, dancing the night away and I lost the fucking leprechaun, were did Niall go? He got lost in the sea of bobbing heads, I surveyed the room not seeing any short blonde cuties. All of a sudden I hear a scream, it was Niall. Zayn and Louis rush to my side and help me search for him. After ten minutes I was starting to give up until I heard his bloodcurdling scream again. Was he in pain, why would someone do anything to him, he never provoked anyone, ever. We rush through a large group of people and see Caroline just standing there smirking, what the hell was going on? She heads up the stairs and into a room, I run up them trying to catch her. When I enter the room the door shuts behind me. I turn to her and see Niall chained to a chair in the corner with a gag in his mouth.

 

“What the fuck Caroline? What did he ever do to you?

 

“He stole you from me, and now you are going to stand here and watch me while I kill him.”

 

“KILL HIM!?!?! KILL NIALL?!?!”

 

“No one will hear you, this is Cynthia’s father’s study, it is completely soundproof, no one can hear you, and you can’t hear them.”

 

“Why are you doing this Caroline? WHY?” I yell out a tearful scream.

 

Niall is crying in the corner his hands and feet tied to a chair with metal chains. I can’t believe this is actually happening. What on earth would make Caroline act like such a psycho? Yes I broke up with her, yes I’m gay, and yes I love Niall, why can’t the bitch understand and accept reality. I look at Niall and start crying too.

 

“Everything is going to be okay babe.”

 

“I’m not to sure about that” Caroline smiles as she pulls a handgun out of her pocket.

 

Niall POV:

 

 

After dancing for a while with Harry I wander off to get a drink and mingle with the crowd. I find Cynthia talking to Caroline and tell her “thanks again for the invite”. “No problem” she smiles, then Caroline grabs my hand.

 

“I want to show you something really cool”

 

“Uh, sure” I say, I have no choice as she drags me upstairs.

 

We enter a dark room and I hear the lock click, what is going on? WHACK! I get hit in the head forcefully by a hard object. I’m not unconscious just hurt, “Harry! Harry! I scream as I see the door open. The door closes again, then a figure walks in with a duffel bag, “Harry?” I whimper.

 

“It’s not Harry you faggot, but your little boyfriend will be here all in good time.”

 

“What are you doing to me Caroline?”

 

“Preparing you for what you have always deserved.”

 

She drags me by my hands across the hardwood, my head thumping against the floor. I try to wriggle but the girl has a strong grip. I hear the sound of metal clinking together and I feel my feet being wrapped together with something heavy. Chains. I am then hoisted up onto a chair and I fell more chains against my torso and wrists ad Caroline ties me to a chair. She walks out of the room and when the door opens I scream out for Harry as loud as I can. Caroline walks back in swinging something in her hand. Was she going to beat me?

 

“Put a sock in it Blondie.” She says as I feel a ball forced into my mouth and a sock wrapped around my head to keep me from speaking. Great Caroline Flack was a kinky, psychotic bitch. I try to move in the chair but the chains press against my body, digging into me causing me to cry. Caroline leaves again, it seems like forever until she comes back, but this time she brought someone. The lights turn on and I see Harry with her. Oh my god, she was going to make me watch her hurt him.

 

“What the fuck Caroline? What did he ever do to you?” Harry said loudly,

 

“He stole you from me, and now you are going to stand here and watch me while I kill him.”

 

“KILL HIM!?!?! KILL NIALL?!?!”  Harry cries. Oh my god, I was wrong. Caroline brought me here so she could kill me in front of Harry and then claim him as her own. This bitch was fucking crazy.

 

“No one will hear you, this is Cynthia’s father’s study, it is completely soundproof, no one can hear you, and you can’t hear them.”

 

“Why are you doing this Caroline? WHY?” Harry screams as he bursts into tears.

 

Harry keeps looking at me, with so much pain in his eyes, he probably thinks he caused this because he dumped Caroline.

 

“Everything is going to be okay babe.” Harry says as he weeps.

 

“I’m not to sure about that” Caroline smiles as she pulls a handgun out of her pocket.

 

She was going to shoot me, Caroline was going to shoot me right before Harry’s eyes.

 

Zayn’s POV:

 

 

God, Niall was nowhere to be seen, same with Harry, I was starting to get worried. They are probably off kissing in a bedroom upstairs or something I thought. I eventually find Perrie talking to Liam and Danielle and ask them if they had seen the lovebirds, all shake their head no. I run up to the DJ and ask him to shout out for Niall and Harry, he says sure and taps his microphone. “Is there a Niall and Harry in the house?” he looks at me to double check he said everything right. “I repeat anyone by the name of Niall and Harry?

 

[LATER ON]

 

“The car is still parked in front of the house, they never left” Perrie said.

 

“Shit, where could they be?”

 

“This has gotten out of hand, they have been gone for almost an hour, where could they have gone? I think you should call the Police.”

 

“The Police?” I stutter, remembering that the whole party is Seniors from school, all 18 and 19 which 18 is legal drinking age.

 

“Fine” I say as I flip open my phone punching in the buttons 9-1-1

 

“911 what’s your emergency?”

 

“My two friends are missing, I am at a party and they just vanished I am really scared something happened to them.”

 

“What is your current address?” the voice on the phone said.

 

Perrie notions Cynthia over and explains what happens then asks the address.

 

“814 Cornwall Street.” I say into the phone.

 

“Ambulance and Police are on their way.”

 

“Thank you” I say as I hang up the phone.

 

Five minutes later we hear a heavy knock on the door. “H.C Police force, please open the Door. Perrie turns the handle and three large men with uniforms enter Cynthia’s house. Two officers head directly upstairs and another wanders around the house questioning people about Niall and Harry.

 

Niall POV:

 

 

Oh my god, what was going to happen, was Caroline going to shoot? She heads over towards me gun in her hand and points it to different parts of my body as if she is trying to plan where to shoot me.

 

“Your not going to get away with this” Harry sobbed.

 

“Well the door is locked” Caroline dangles a key, “And no one can hear you scream so I think I will get away with this love.”

 

“You are completely nuts!” Harry barked.

 

“Oh I know, but you should really know this is all your fault Harry, if only you hadn’t dumped me, I wouldn’t be forced to hurt your precious Niall.” She spits my name as if it causes her pain to utter it aloud.

 

“You in the other corner, NOW!” She points the gun to Harry because he was trying to make his way across the room to me. “Good, now I don’t have to worry about you trying to save your little faggot” she says sternly to Harry, but only turning to me when she said “faggot”.

 

I cry even harder now, I was going to die at the hands of an unstable psycho. “H.C Police, OPEN THE DOOR!” I hear faintly as the door handle shakes.

 

“Fuck! This wasn’t supposed to happen! Which one of your pathetic friends called the cops?” Caroline said, pointing the gun back and forth between me and Harry both of us quivering at it’s sight.

 

With a violent CRASH! I heard the door being kicked in, the door falls down to reveal two officers. Caroline grimaces at the police and winks, “Too late boys” she says as the gun goes off.

 

“Niall!” I heard. I look to see Harry leap in front of me taking the bullet for me. Harry collapsed to the ground with an unpleasant thud. Blood starts to ooze out of his shoulder and I scream. Another gunshot goes off, then another. I look up to see Caroline on the floor, one shot to the head and another through her chest. The police rush up to me and Harry. One unties me as the other mumbles into his walkie-talkie about Harry and the Ambulance. Moments later two other men with a stretcher speed into the room and pick Harry up off the ground trying to be gentle with his lifeless body. Neither of them paying any attention to the dead Caroline spread out on the floor.

 

The officer manages to unbind the chains and remove the gag from my face. I cry even harder now, was he dead? Was my Harry dead? I continue to cry until a familiar face walks into the room, Zayn. He looks to me, and then to Harry on the stretcher, to Caroline, then the gun grasped in her limp hand and he breaks down into tears. Zayn rushed up to me, hitting me hard with a strong hug, our heads nestling into each other’s shoulders.

 

“If it wasn’t for your friend here we wouldn’t of found you, he was very smart to call us as soon as he felt something was up” the officer said to us.

 

“Y-y-you called the police?” I smiled while crying and looked to Zayn.

 

“Yes, and thank goodness I did” he said as he pulled me back into a hug. For now all we could do is just sit there and cry until everything was sorted out.

 

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