Ellie's pov

"Niall... Really. I'm fine." I croak from the hospital bed three days later.

"No you're obviously fucking not! Look at you!" He shouts, running his hands through his hair.

"This is great. Just fucking fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do, Ellie?!" He cries as he starts to pace the room.

"Niall..."

"Don't you 'Niall' me. God knows this is my fault for letting you near that bastard! Harry's gonna fucking pay for this bullshit!"

"Niall! Calm down. It's not Harry's fault."

"You and I both know it is..." He says in a quieter voice.

"I'm sorry, Princess." He whimpers as he lays his head on my chest and starts to cry.

"I just... I don't want anything to happen to you. You know what he did to you, baby?" He asks.

I shake my head in response.

"He tried to rape you. I don't want anything to happen to you. You know what? We're moving to America. The band is perfectly fine without me." Niall decides.

"Besides," He sniffs. "All the fans want me to leave in the first place."

"We both know they're wrong. You're perfect and if they don't see that then they need to change. Not you." I say as I run my fingers along his jawline.

"This is why I love you." He gives me a genuine smile and a quick kiss.

A/N:
Short update... Sorry. I haven't updated this story for like... A month? No big deal cuz nobody reads it anyways.

All The Fucking Love
Ellie