Liam was just as angry as Louis when we got home. Harry held my hand and he was still on my side. Zayn was just quiet, and seemed to think that everything was a hassle. I didn't see Niall.
"Damn, she should be punished." Liam screamed out loud and he looked coldly at me.
"I agree." murmured Louis and he looked just as angry, as Liam, at me. "She thinks she can do whatever she wants."
I stood behind Harry, hoping that he would help me. I felt unsure about everything and I understood that they wouldn't be nice to me.
"But she wanted just to go home?" Harry mumbled and looked coldly at them. "Can't we invite her parents to this place?"
Zayn woke up.
"And say what? Here's your daughter, and we've got her here because we love to have sex with her?"
I smiled a little bit and actually it sounded fun, even if he was serious.
"But that's why I'm here?" I got out of me. "You have me here so you can dip your dick in something."
Louis was taking a few steps towards me but Harry stopped him directly. Instead of attacking, he stood further away from me.
"But she's crazy!"
"We need to do so that everyone is happy. Just because we're lucky it doesn't mean she is."
"You can't make her happy. We thought that it was enough that we were here, but just look at her. She want more."
They began to argue. I heard them swearing and how they screamed at each other. I backed away and took myself to the stairs. That's when I saw Niall standing at the top. I balked. I saw that someone had beaten him. He had a swollen eye, his cheek was blue and he seemed to be in pain throughout the body. He smiled weakly at me and I knew he felt small. Direct I felt the hatred grew in me. Hatred for what they did to everyone.
"Who the hell went on Niall?" I got out of me and looked at them. There was silence in the hall and I looked at them all. "You are worse than a Nazi, you think you own me and you strike your friend just because he was protecting me?"
Harry cleared his throat a little and looked at me with pleading eyes.
"They didn't mean to hit him so hard."
I looked coldly at Harry. I realized it was Liam and Louis who had done it.
"You are sick in the head!" I got out of me. "You are fucking worse than the worst, and I feel nothing for you anymore."
I went up the stairs and up to Niall. I took his hand in mine and pulled him toward my room.
"You didn't need to defend me just for this." he whispered. I smiled at him and pulled him into the room.
"You stay with me now." I got out of me. "As long as we stick together they can't hurt us."
I had no plan, but I knew how I would protect myself. Niall would stay in my room and we would always be together. It didn't give the other any opportunity to touch me or hurt him.
"But if they force me to leave you?" Niall got out himself, after I had talked about what we would do.
"And?" I got out of me. "Then I help you?"
"And you think it will help?"
I nodded and smiled directly at him.
"It's better to do so than not doing anything?"
Okay! It was a tough atmosphere in the house. Liam and Louis were angry all the time. They felt that I ought to be punished and I could only guess what they wanted to do against me. Harry tried to bring peace between everyone and Zayn stayed away. Niall and I made the day walking on with talking, reading and swimming. We tried not to let anyone else affect us and slowly, his face became better. I wasn't in love with Niall and I didn't see him as a partner, but he was the only one that I felt something for. We tried to get to know each other again. Somehow, he showed a different side. Niall was funny, he loved to laugh, he played the guitar better from what I had imagined and he loved to talk about everything.
As soon as we were alone in the house we cooked food or baked. Niall was a really good cook and he loved food more than anything else.
"If you had been a dish I would probably marry you." he said one day. I understood it was a compliment. I blushed slightly.
"I know!" I whispered. Niall stopped and gazed me.
"I think we had liked each other if I had met you somewhere else?"
I met his gaze.
"How do you mean?"
He chuckled lightly.
"Let's say we had met at a party or maybe someone else. Then we had liked each other and perhaps invented things together?"
I shook directly on the head.
"No Nialler. You hadn't even looked in my direction and I think you would have liked a different type of girl."
He shook his head and raised one eyebrow.
"Why do you think that?"
I looked at him and smiled weakly. I knew how I was before the kidnapping and I hadn't even dared to walk up to him, to Niall Horan.
"Because I play soccer, I'm a little too young to get into a disco and you had missed me at a party. I'm usually pretty gray and hates to be seen."
Niall came up to me and he took my face between his hands. He looked straight into my eyes and he smiled softly at me.
"No, sweetheart. You were never a gray mouse. You was a flower that slowly blossomed and now you're perfect!"
Niall meant what he said, and I felt it throughout the body.
"Thank you!" I whispered. He smiled and let our lips meet. I felt him softly kissed me and then he dropped me completely.
"Enough talk about that. So what should we do to get you home?"
Niall laughed a little bit and sat up on the bench. He took a carrot and nibbled on it.
"You must surely go home one day and I've decided to help you, but this time the car must be filled with gasoline."
I just stared at him. Did he men it seriously?
"So you're saying that you really want to help me?"
Niall nodded with satisfaction and smiled at me.
"You are my friend and I have to help my friends."
We fell silent, as the door was opened. The others came home and we heard how they talked about some place that they had visited. Harry peered into the kitchen and smiled at us.
Niall nodded with satisfaction.
"We cook the stew if you're hungry."
Harry nodded a little bit and then looked quickly at me.
"We will eat when we're done out here."