Third Person's POV

"When will we be safe Harry?"

"Soon baby, soon."

Niall was tired of living in constant worry. Harry has been going crazy with this idea he got nine months ago. He claimed that it was 'it' for Niall and him. He said that if he succeeded in doing what he wants, they'll shower in money, but Harry was playing with fire.

These people, they were ruthless, and if they found out about Harry's intentions, they wouldn't hesitate to wipe out his existence, and if that happened, Niall was sure he wouldn't take it properly.

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It's been three days since Niall last saw Harry. It wasn't atypical, for Harry had the tendency to disappear for short periods of time before coming back.

It was really normal, but the thing is, Niall didn't hear anything from Harry ever since, and that was bizarre to him. Harry always made sure to call him when he's 'out', but he hasn't called since he left.

Worst case scenarios started flashing all around his head, and the gnawing feeling at his stomach grew with every passing second.

He wanted Harry to know that he didn't really care about money or luxury as long as he had him, but he knows Harry, and he knows how he strives to give him the best of the best. But Niall didn't want anything if it were to harm Harry in the process, Harry was his everything after all.

After two hours of doing absolutely nothing but worry, Niall decided he'd drive around town for a bit, to ease his mind some.

Niall was drawn to Harry like Icarus was to his sun, without Harry, Niall would be a ghost of a man. He's warned Harry times and times about the hefty people he was dealing with, but Harry always shrugged him off and told him that if what he has planned was put into action, they'd be twice as powerful.

He heard some noises and turned his head to the direction of the ruckus. He saw a group of men rounding someone, and well, beating the shit out of them. He moved a bit closer with his car and squinted his eyes to try to see the victim of the ruthless beating. His heart plummeted. He would recognize that figure anywhere. They're beating him into pulp; they're beating up his Harry.

He sprinted out of the car and slammed the door shut loudly in the process. The men heard the sound and quickly left Harry and ran away.

"Harry!" Niall rushed to his slumped and lifeless body and almost puked at the sight of him. His face and arms were covered in blood and it didn't seem like he was breathing.

"Harry, baby oh my god." Niall was quick to haul Harry up and rush him to his car. He slowly laid him down on the backseat of the car then rushed to the driver's side. He's pretty sure he exceeded the speed limit trying to get Harry to the hospital. Niall kept on casting Harry worried glances as the latter remained unresponsive to Niall's calls.

All of Niall's fears came true, and he wasn't prepared for the pain accompanying them.

He literally felt his heart rock-bottom when he realized that his one and only was the prey under the dirty boots of these men.

He screeched his car into a halt and quickly ran towards the hospital gates.

"I NEED HELP PLEASE MY BOYFRIEND IS NOT BREATHING." Niall screamed then rushed back to Harry's side.

Two nurses frantically grabbed a gurney and rushed after Niall. They quickly placed Harry's body on it and were hurrying back into the hospital and into the emergency room. Niall tried going in with them but was stopped by a nurse.

"Please, sir. Let us help him." She patted his shoulder softly and gave him a sympathetic look, then disappeared into the room.

Niall has never felt so distraught in his life. The agonizing wait was driving him insane. He doesn't know how long he's been sat in the waiting chairs; all what he knows is that Harry is hurt, badly.

Finally, a doctor emerged out of the emergency room. Niall quickly rushed to him, his heart hammering loudly against his chest.

"Are you here for Mr. Styles?"

"Yes, I'm Niall Horan, his boyfriend. Is he okay?" Niall asked frenetically.

"I'm Dr. Payne. Mr. Styles was extremely lucky Mr. Horan. He has gone through a brutal assault that left him with a lot of injuries: a mild concussion, four broken ribs, broken left arm, broken right leg, broken nose, broken right middle finger, deep cut on his forehead that has fifteen stitches, along with many more minor lacerations." The doctor finally looked up from his clipboard.

Niall's mind was reeling after what he's just heard.

"Will he be okay?" He muttered weakly.

"He responded to all the sedatives we gave him quite well. Our major worry is his ribs, it'll be extremely painful for him to breathe without the aid of an oxygen mask. As for his head, it wasn't fatal, and we induced him into a short coma so that his brain can heal itself again."

"Can I see him?" Niall felt like he was about to pass out any time soon.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home Mr. Horan? You look pale." The doctor asked worriedly.

"No, please. I need to see him."

"Of course. He's now in room 767 A. Third floor, first room on your right."

"Thank you Dr. Payne."

"It's my job Mr. Horan."

Niall quickly checked Harry in before he followed Dr. Payne's directions to Harry's room. He walked in and almost collapsed into tears at the sight before him.

Harry looked dwarfed by all the machines surrounding him and all the wires attached to his body. The only part which remained intact, without anything covering it, was his right shoulder.

Niall grabbed a seemingly comfortable chair, took Harry's cold hand into his own after making sure not to disgruntle him, and then cried himself to sleep.

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It was a repetitive cycle since then. Niall refused to leave Harry's side, and eventually the nurses gave up on trying to get him to go home and rest, but shook their heads fondly at the blond. Niall would watch the nurses come in and change Harry's stitches and bandages and fill up his IVs, then he would fall asleep on the chair with Harry's hand in his. He only got up three times, and that was to shower. This kept on going on for a week.

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Harry woke up with an extremely dry throat and a nurse fumbling with one of the wires attached to his body. He groaned slightly at the itchy feeling in his throat.

"I see you're finally awake. Thirsty?" The nurse smiled at him softly. Harry nodded his head.

She handed him a cup of water and he was quick to gulp it down. He moaned in satisfaction as the cold water pacified his dry throat. Only then, did he notice the warm hand clutching his own.

His heartbeat sped up slightly at the sight of a sleeping Niall. He heard the nurse chuckle.

"He's definitely something. The boy refused to leave your side no matter what. I had to force him to take a shower in this bathroom. He truly loves you."

Harry's heart warmed at that, but he felt a tinge of guilt squeeze his heart. He's put Niall through hell and he knows it.

He reached out to run his finger through Niall's hair, and the latter quickly sprang in alert.

Niall's eyes widened when he saw his favorite green irises staring back at him. Then, he passed out.

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"Niall?" He groaned in response as he felt someone shake him but then he speedily got up when he remembered what happened before he fainted.

"Oh my God, Harry. You're awake." Niall gasped.

"Are you okay Ni? You just passed out..." Harry trailed off.

"Am I okay!? You gave me a fucking heart attack!" Niall exclaimed.

"I'm sorry Niall." Harry looked down guiltily.

"Sorry?! That's all what you have to say? I saw these guys beating you up Harry. I took you to the hospital and had to carry your fucking lifeless body in my arms. Do you know how painful that was? And for what!? Fucking money!?? I don't want it!" Niall roared.

Harry didn't dare lift his head up, and he felt tears form in his eyes.

"It hurt okay? I thought I lost you..." Niall trailed off in a broken whisper.

"C'mere." Harry held his good arm up for Niall.

Niall collapsed in Harry's arms, and he was a sobbing mess as all the pain he's held in came rushing out now that Harry was awake.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry." Harry littered the distraught boy's forehead in kisses.

After Niall completely calmed down, Dr. Payne came into the room.

"Mr. Styles, Mr. Horan. Hope you're doing okay." He greeted.

"Yes, thank you." Harry answered for the both of them.

"Very well. Mr. Styles you may be discharged in two days after we've made sure your ribs and head are okay, and that you can breathe alone properly without your oxygen mask. Anything else?"

"No, thank you doctor."

"My pleasure." And they were alone again.

"You should probably go home and rest, I'll be okay."

"I've stayed here for one week, I can go for another two days."

"But Niall-"

"No, Harry. I'm not leaving and that's final."

"Fine."

"You should sleep." Niall urged.

"Sleep with me."

"I can't Harry I'll hurt you."

"No, I'll sleep better in your arms c'mon, please."

"I shouldn't." Niall was so tempted to jump onto the bed. He missed the feel of Harry, and sleeping in that chair was definitely uncomfortable.

"C'mon, you won't hurt me."

"Fine." Niall relented.

Harry moved carefully to the end of the bed, and Niall slowly climbed in, mindful of Harry's leg and well, everything else. He cuddled Harry into his arms and was quick to pass out.

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It took five months for Harry to reach full recovery. He had Niall fussing over him at every second of everyday, and couldn't help but love him even more.

Harry planned on going out again, one final time. He wanted his revenge and he was going to get it.

He stealthily slipped out of bed, slipped his clothes on, and casted Niall one final apologetic glance before he left their house.

When Niall woke up to an empty bed, he wasn't that surprised. He expected Harry to go out again, but not that fast.

He picked up his phone and dialed Harry's number.

"Come home safe, yeah?"

"I will."

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