Niall's POV

Harry has always been the type of boyfriend who is really protective, but not the cute one. He would get so angry if he witnessed me talking with another guy who he wasn't familiar with. Sometimes, he even gets jealous of his closest mates talking to me. He just wants to keep me hidden in his arms forever because he has this weird paranoia that eventually I will find someone better and I will end up leaving him. But that's just far from the truth and he doesn't seem to realize that. I love Harry to pieces but I just need to feel a bit more free. Not like I'm only allowed to talk and interact with him; I just can't do that because I really like socializing with everyone. To top all that off, Harry has anger management problems. So if he sees anyone talk or even look at me inappropriately, he loses it; and it's really hard to hold him back. He's never laid a finger on me before, no matter how far I've pushed him, he always managed to hold himself back and everyone seemed to be surprised about that.

Currently, I was at a party with my friend Dylan. It was in full swing, everyone was drunk off their asses and the only reason why I was here was to make sure that Dylan reached his home safely as he was quite wild when he was drunk. Speaking of Dylan, where is that boy? My question was answered when I heard his drunken laughter coming from my right side. He was trying to hook up with some blonde girl who was politely rejecting him, but he didn't seem to get the idea. I hastily went to grab him away from the currently annoyed girl but somehow, he managed to stumble over causing me to fall on the ground and he landed right on top of me. I couldn't help but laugh at his clumsiness.

"C'mon mate lets get you home."

Harry's POV

I stared angrily at my phone screen, I can't believe Niall would actually do that. I thought he loved me. Clearly not, I mean why would he have Dylan straddling his hips with a big smile accompanying that too if he did love me? I don't know who sent me this picture, it says private number, but it looks so real. To say that I was beyond pissed would be an understatement.

After a couple of hours consisting of me thinking hard about my current feelings of betrayal and disappointment, Niall finally arrived home. He came over to me and enveloped me in his warm embrace while placing a gentle kiss on my cheek then he said,

"Hi baby, how are you I've missed you." I pushed him off of me roughly causing him to stumble back slightly in shock.

"How dare you Niall James!" I exclaimed angrily.

"What are you talking about Harry?" He asked seeming genuinely confused.

"I'm fucking talking about this!" I shoved my phone in his face. It finally dawned on him and he looked up at me guilty.

"No no Harry! It's not what it looks like I promise! Dylan was drunk and when I went to grab him so that I can take him home he was so wasted that he ended up falling over me!!" He desperately tried to explain to me what had happened, but I was blinded with rage.

When he saw the wild look in my eyes that I usually get when I lose control of my temper he immediately flinched back in terror, but not even that stopped me from what I did next. I quickly shoved him to the ground and then I fell on top of him, delivering strong punches all over his body, then I quickly got up and started using my legs instead, kicking him in places and hearing sounds of sickening cracks coming from places that I wouldn't want to know of.

"Harry baby please stop." Niall tried to soothe me and get me to stop my wild rampage while tears streamed down his face but I was out of control and I didn't stop there. I continued kicking him and punching any spot that seemed to be free of the already forming blue and purple spots on his former pale skin. When a loud scream of terror and agony escaped Niall's lips after I kicked him really hard in his ribs, his eyes fluttered shut. I stared at what I have done in horror and I dropped to my knees after screaming in frustration and fear, I lifted Niall's head and hugged him tightly and continued rocking him back and forth while I kept on crying in desperateness, hoping that what happened was all a nightmare and that I didn't hit my Nialler.

I pulled back to properly look at the damage that I've caused and I immediately regretted it. I couldn't even recognize his features anymore. He was so battered and bruised and I hated myself even more. I needed to take him to the hospital. I need to make sure that I haven't caused any fatal damage. With that said I quickly picked him up and ran all the way downstairs, out of the door then I quickly placed the love of my life, that I have beaten to pulp, in the backseat of the car, and I quickly jumped in the driver's seat and I was hastily driving to the nearest hospital.

After they took Niall away from me I've been sitting in the same position; the only way that you can tell that I am actually alive was the slow and steady movement of my stomach. I am planning on staying only until I'm sure that Niall was alright, then I'm paying a visit to the other side.

"Niall Horan?" A quite feminine voice inquired. I scrambled up from my hunched over position and within seconds I was standing in front of the nurse.

"H-how is he?"

"His condition is currently stable, his ribs were badly bruised though. Any unwanted movements should be avoided for a while until we are sure that his ribs are completely healed. Once he wakes up he can leave the hospital."

I let out a breath of relief , "can I see him?"

With trembling hands I opened his hospital bedroom to a heart wrenching sight. Niall laid motionlessly on the bed looking quite pale and his body was scattered with purple and blue spots that have been inflicted upon him by the monster that is me. I went over to the side of his bed and placed my shaking hand on his cold one and that's when I broke down.

"I'm so sorry Niall. I'm so sorry. I promised you that I would never hurt you and I did. I don't deserve you Niall, you deserve so much better and I don't want to hold you back from living your life freely, not having to worry about being beaten up by your own boyfriend. I'm going to miss you so much Niall, and I hope that you find it in your big heart to forgive me, that's all I ask for. Goodbye Niall; I love you baby." I leaned down and placed one final kiss on his cold lips, then I turned around and left the room.

I could've sworn I heard someone grumble out a quiet 'Harry'.

When I reached my intended destination, I jumped out of the car and walked until I was at edge of the bridge. This is it, this is how it's going to end. There's no other way out of it. The only person who can rescue me is beaten up and stuck in the hospital, well because of me. It's not the first time that this has happened, but I promised Niall and myself that it wouldn't happen and I messed that up as well. I was now sat atop the railing with tears of remorse and sadness cascading down my cold cheeks. With one final sob, I released my grip on the railing but a strong pair of arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me down, making my body collapse on top of the said person.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing?!" A familiar voice screeched in horror.

"N-Niall?" I said astonished, was I already dead?

"Niall no let me go, please let me go I have to do this Niall. I need to save everyone from my fucked up self, including you. PLEASE LET ME GO!!!" I started sobbing again, and Niall started rocking me back and forth while I could hear his sobs matching mine in the sad melody that we were both creating.

"Harry love please calm down, I've got you and I'm not letting you do this to us Harry. I love you and I don't care about what you've done, I forgive you but please calm down." Niall pleaded.

"B-but why would y-you forgive me? I put you in the fucking hospital Niall after I promised that I would never hurt you." I screamed out.

"It's alright Harry, I'm sure it's going to be a one time thing and that you'll never do that again. Even if you did, I would still love you and I will never leave you alone." Niall assured me as he was still trying to get me to stop shaking.

"B-but ----" I was interrupted by none other than Niall himself.

"No buts Harry, our love is stronger than just a tiny incident that makes you want to get rid of your life Harry! How could that thought ever cross your mind? I love you Harry and that's that. I wouldn't be here without the love Harry. So please baby can we just forget about this and go home so that I can cuddle with you?" Niall said cracking a smile at the end of his tiny speech.

So that's what we did, and I'm glad that Niall, somehow, came back to me. Although I still believe that he could do so much better, I'm so happy that he chose me as his lover. He chose me as the person that he would return home to every night and cuddle in bed with. As the person that he would make love with, reward him with his sweet kisses, and go out on dates with. I'm definitely fucked up, but Niall keeps me balanced and he's the only reason that my heart is still beating, because it's beating for him.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~

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