"Let's go Annalise." Niall stared firmly. His eyes were dark, making his scowl look even more terrifying.
Harry smirked, knowing he had pushed Niall too hard. I watched in disgust as he chuckled to himself. He has won the battle.
"Come on Annalise!" Niall yelled jerking me harshly off the couch. I winced at the sudden pain in my arm. Niall dragged me helplessly out of his flat.
"I'll fucking kill him! I'll fucking kill him!" Niall screamed furiously, his fists pounding at the steering wheel. Tears flowed down his cheeks.
All I could do was sit there silently, knowing my words could destroy him. I had no response either way. At least not a reasonable one.
"That ass hole!" He continued to scream. The speed of the car increased, by body jolting violently back. The smooth leather felt like jagged rocks stabbing into my back. I held on desperately to the bottom of the seat, my hands sweating and burning.
"Niall please slow down." He didn't respond. He just wailed harder and stepped on the brake. My body was thrown forward, my arms stopping the impact.
"I'm sorry." His words were sleek and careful. Just like the Niall I knew. He hasn't been present for awhile. "I freaked. I know, I just can't stand the idea or losing you."
I didn't respond. My attention was on my wrist. It was irregular looking, a bump sticking out from the side. Niall saw my intent gaze and started to drive the car again, this time making sure not to be so careless.
I decided not look at my bent wrist and look out the window. It started to rain, actually pour. The rain was so thick it created a thick wall, making the outside world invisible.
Niall stepped in the small blue room, a bouquet of roses in his hand. He had taken me to the hospital a few hours ago and he disappeared almost as soon as we came. I had to get a cast, I got a green one and lay wrapped in a blue sling. I wasn't used used extra weight of arm just yet.
"Niall." I reached my arms out hoping he would finally hug me back. He ran over and wrapped me in his arms tightly, almost cutting my oxygen off but I didn't care. I needed him.
"I'm so sorry." He wailed burying his head in my lap. I watched as his body trembled. I entangled my fingers in his soft blonde hair.
"It's okay. I'm fine. Niall calm down."
He looked up at me.
I looked at him.
And are lips were attached, my good arm already entangling in his hair, craving his kiss, craving him.
"The doctor said I could take you home." Niall stated breathlessly, his lungs trying to recover. "Are you ready?"
I patted up and down my body.
"Let's go home."