Without You - Niam Horayne

Chapter 17 - You Are Not Worthless

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Zayn’s P.O.V.

            Pictures of Niall’s shirtless body flashed through my head. Not because I enjoyed the sight. It was the exact opposite. Niall had scars all over his torso, and the visions were haunting me. They were scars I had never seen before. There was one scar that was especially concerning though, right in between his shoulder blades. I never got a good view of it, but there was definitely something fishy about the raised pale streaks over his back. Where had Niall gotten the scars from? I decided that I couldn’t just let it slide by. I had to figure it out. So, I went to Liam, because he knew Niall better than any of us.

            “Hey, Li,” I said, walking into the room he was sharing with Niall, happy to find him alone.

            “Zayn,” He smiled back at me. Liam and I used to be insanely close, best friends. Lately, however, I felt like I was being replaced by Niall. But, if Liam was in love with Niall, which he was, it made sense.

            “I need to ask you something about Niall,” I said, sitting on the bed next to him. He suddenly became nervous looking.

            “O-Okay,” He stuttered.

            “Have you, uh, have you seen him shirtless lately?” I asked, feeling slightly awkward.

            Liam looked at me weird, “Yeah,”

            “Did you notice anything…different than normal?”

            “What?”

            “The scars,” I said finally, because Liam seemed confused about what I was getting at. Liam looked down at his hands and nodded.

            “Yeah, I’ve seen them,” He said.

            “Well…” I said, “Have you…asked him about them, or, something?”

            “Yes, yes Zayn I have,” Liam got frustrated quickly, “He wouldn’t answer. He never answers any of my questions anymore, okay? So don’t ask me,”

            “Liam, I’m sorry, I just figured that maybe…” I trailed off.

            “Maybe what? Did you think that Niall told me where he disappeared to for those months? Because he didn’t. He won’t tell me, he never will. I don’t know where he got the scars, but if I did, I would kill whoever gave them to him.”

            I just sat there, surprised by his anger and his grief.