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Chapter 27

★ Niall's P.O.V

warning! the beginning will contain a very, very disturbing scene!

"You're so damn tight, Niall," Simon moans loudly as he thrusts into me, "it's driving me crazy,"

I gasp in pain, kicking my legs and twirling my body as much as I can, anything to make him stop. I'd hit him if my arms wouldn't be tied up, maybe then I actually would have a chance to get away.

"Lay still!" he grunts and spits at my face, the saliva almost hitting my left eye. He later leans down to press his lips onto mine, kissing me sloppily as he keeps on thrusting into me.

Everything in my body hurts, the pain so unbearable that I might die any second - which I sadly hope for...

"Fuck... I can't hold it any longer," he whimpers against my lips, "I'm going to come inside you, my pretty boy,"

I wake up with my whole body trembling, covered in sweat  and I try to sit up, tears streaming down my cheeks as I look around me. The fact that I can't recognize the room I'm in, makes me panic more.

"Woah, Niall calm down," someone suddenly - completely out of the blue, places a hand on each of my shoulders, stopping me from getting up. Gently pushing me down on the  bed again - that I apparently have been laying on.

I whimper in fright, unable to put a name to that voice. I close my eyes as I pull the thin blanket that are covering my wounded body, over my head.

"Niall, it's okay, you're safe now,"

Why don't I feel safe? Is this even reality? Where am I? Am I alive? Those unanswered qustions are enough to break me down, and I'm close to becoming a sobbing mess.

"Baby, shh, don't cry," after those spoken words, the blanket that is suppose to protect me just a little bit, is pulled away. A hand is placed on my cheek, gently caressing it, as an attempt to calm me down. But my mind is more caught up with the word baby, only... Harry calls me that.

Quickly I flutter my eyes open, my blue ones searching for those green, beautiful eyes, that I have missed so much.  "Harry?" I whisper quietly, my memory slowly coming back to me.

Simon really did kidnap me... it wasn't just a nightmare. He really did do all those disgusting things to me. He touched me with his filthy hands, all over my body. He hit me, kicked me, he kissed me, he could just sit and look at me, he... even filmed me. He fucking raped me... so many times that I lost count. He made me think that my life was over, that I was going to spend the rest of it locked up in a small room. He made me lose all hope, he made me think that forgetting about the few people I love, was an great idea. He destroyed my life... again.

But in the darkest, most painful time ever, Harry turned up. It wasn't just a dream or my imagination, he really did save me.

"Yeah, it's me," he says softly as he leans down to press his forehead against mine, "I'm right here and I always will be,"

"Harry," I whisper out once more, after a bit of struggle, my arms around his neck and I pull him down for a hug. "Thank you... for finding me, for saving me... t-thank you," I don't know how he found me, or how he figured out that Simon was the one behind all of this, but all that matters... is that it's over.

Carefully he crawls down in the bed and I just snuggle close to him, never did I think it would feel this amazing to be in his arms again. "I thought I'd never see you again," he later admits, the hurt in his voice clearly showing. "I really though that... I never w-would find y-you," hearing him cry, breaks my heart. It pains me to know that he also went through hell when I was gone. It wasn't just me who suffered, he also did.