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squishyharold · 7 years

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I’m in love with the shape of you

Narry Fanfiction. Words: 3463 Summary: Niall has been getting off with strangers via webcam for a while now. No one intrigued him like the guy with the pretty tattoos though. SMUT.

Dedicated to @leprechauncupcakes and @littlemissmeggie because I love their narry stories ✌💛🌞 and @harry-nofookingway-styles because she’s amazing

Niall hits the spacebar again and again, one boring bloke replacing the next one. He's not sure why he's so into that webcam thing, why it thrills him to get off with strangers. Maybe it's because he feels a little less vulnerable, a little more confident about his body than he usually does. When he's at a bar with his mates and a boy or a girl start to hit on him he turns into a tongue tied idiot, already putting himself down. He points out his flaws to them and himself, making it obvious how scared he is of being close to someone.

In the end he's too much trouble, especially when all they're looking for is a shag. Louis and Liam keep shaking their heads at him but he can't help it, he can't get out of his own skin. Only when he's in front of the webcam his flaws turn into strengths and he never once wastes a thought on what the other person might think about him.

But tonight he feels jittery, restless, and no face or body showing up on the screen interests him for longer than a second. It's all very shallow of course but that's what you get yourself into when you're doing stuff like this. So he keeps skipping to the next connection with his chin resting in his hand and a bored expression on his face. No one can see it anyway because he only ever shows himself from the neck down. He's too paranoid for more and his face, his crooked teeth, it's one of the things he feels most self-conscious about.

But suddenly he stops thinking, stops his hands and just hovers over the spacebar with his eyes glued to the screen. The first thing he notices is the ink on the boy's body. Birds above his chest, a butterfly right underneath and the hint of leaves cut off right above the edge of the desk he's sitting at. There's more on his arm, a heart, two hearts, a ship and Niall can't stop staring. He's so toned and probably works out on a regular basis.

Stranger: Are you from Ireland?

The message pops up right next to their webcam screens and Niall blinks in confusion for a moment, until he remembers that there's a huge Irish flag on the front of his low cut tank top. It's what he feels most comfortable in while still showing some skin.

You: You're a right Sherlock aren't you?

It's ridiculous how focused Niall is on the way the muscles in the stranger's arms work while he types out his next words.

Stranger: Don't be mean :( Some people wear shirts with flags just for fun.

You: Sry, just fucking with you.

Stranger: Fucking sounds good :))))

Niall shouldn't be choking on his own spit because that's exactly what they're here for but he does anyway, feeling his cheeks and his throat flare up with heat. He bites at his bottom lip and tries to ignore how nervous he is. He has done this a thousand times before, it's just getting off with a stranger. Granted, this is the hottest one he's been with so far and he doesn't even know what the bloke's face looks like but it doesn't matter. Niall is hooked.

Stranger: I usually don't talk much about myself but I'm a student and I want to major in gender studies, so I'm all about equality and stuff. So... it's not fair I'm the only one shirtless. Take off your top for me?

Niall doesn't even bother to write back, the fingers of one hand are already bunching up the fabric of the hem of his top, pressing down on his dick beneath the desk, out of sight. Okay, he thinks to himself. Just getting off with a stranger, as usual. So he slowly drags the top over his head, making sure his face doesn't get into the view of the camera. When he throws it behind him and moves his arm to straighten his mussed up hair he can see the stranger's body closing in to the screen like he's trying to get a good view. Niall's heart is hammering in his chest when the other boy types out a comment, probably a judgement of Niall's body and skin. He's usually not that nervous and if someone doesn't like what they see they just skip him, it's no big deal, he does the same. But he doesn't want to be skipped by tattoo-guy.

Stranger: Shit, you're gorgeous... not too small and I bet you would look lovely in my lap.

"Oh fuck," Niall whimpers to himself, rubbing over the back of his neck as goosebumps spread all over his body. The stranger has already leaned back with one hand still on the keyboard while the other runs along the button of his seemingly tight jeans. Niall swallows hard, his mouth completely dry.

You: You're not so bad yourself. I like your tattoos and your arms, fuck. You could probably hold me up against a wall.

Stranger: Never tried it

Stranger: But I could see myself with you

Stranger. In you

Stranger: Place and time doesn't matter

Niall is already rock hard in his loose joggers and he just has to shift back in his chair to let the stranger see it. He suddenly feels just as shy as he does in real life and he doesn't understand why. But this is different, not just because the boy is hot but also because there's usually no talking involved. You either get off together immediately or the speaking narrows down to 'show dick' or 'touch urself' which isn't hot at all. But the way he talks, like he really wants Niall, it makes him feel wanted despite being messed up in his head.

So he decides to be bold this once, pulling back a little and trailing his finger over his waistband before he pushes inside with his hand flat against his stomach. He rubs over the head of his own dick while he reaches out to the keyboard. Typing with one hand is a bit slower so the stranger beats him to it. He's pressing his hips hard against the edge of the desk and Niall wonders why.

Stranger: Shit, warn a guy!! I'm almost coming already. Where you this hard from the beginning??

Niall snorts to himself, deleting the bits he wrote to type out something new.

You: Nah, just you and your tats, your arms. It's why we can never meet, I'd probably get horny just from that while you introduce me to your parents :/

He can see shoulders moving on the screen like the stranger is laughing. Niall feels oddly warm, knowing he could make the bloke laugh despite his shaking hands when he starts to write an answer.

Stranger: Our love is already doomed, I can tell :(( won't stop me from making sweet love to you while you scream my name into the pillow.

Niall's hand moves down to grab the base of his cock, a tight grip to calm himself down because holy shit is this guy for real? He's ridiculous and Niall loves it already.

You: Don't know your name tho

He can see the stranger's hands still for a moment before they flex above the letters, contemplating an answer. Niall's not sure why he even said it, why he wants to know his name but maybe he got a little caught up in their fantasy. He tries to convince the stranger by moving his hand in his joggers, stroking himself just a little bit to tease the name out of him.

Stranger: Jesus

You: I doubt that's ur name

Stranger: It's Harry and now I wonder what it would sound like coming from your lips, with your accent

Niall rolls his eyes because yeah right, a hot guy like that is called Harry, as if! But he indulges him anyway, if that's what he wants to go with.

You: bit kinky aren't ya harry?

Stranger: only with you it seems

It's stupid but Niall blushes anyway, feeling more heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and making his skin prickle with want. He's not used to feeling like that, it's not how it usually goes. He sees someone's dick, gets off and it's done, he just feels it between his legs. But that guy is under every bit of his skin already with nothing but words and his body.

You: im Niall. Joinme now?

It already gets harder to type and just the idea of seeing Harry's dick is driving him insane.

Stranger: whatever you want Niall

He finally moves back in his chair again and Niall moans when he sees the thick bulge in the front of his trousers. He's popping the button with one hand before he pulls down the zipper and gets his hand in there. Niall fumbles with his own joggers to finally pull his dick free and when Harry does the same his breath hitches. He's hard and so bloody thick Niall would be scared to get that inside of him. Not that he knows what it would be like since he's a fucking virgin but no one has to know that, especially not this beautiful stranger. He's not a stranger anymore, though. He's Harry and Niall tightens his grip around his length when Harry does the same, already dripping wet and smearing it across the head of his cock.

You: whatever I want? Fuck I wanna go down on my knees and get u in my mouth.

A moment later he sees Harry's hips move, like he's thrusting up into his hand and Niall wonders if it's from the comment he just made. He feels like he's in the twilight-zone because in what world can he make such a hot guy hot for him? But he should probably stop thinking about it and focus on getting off because the need is building up under his skin and he's vibrating with need as he strokes himself harder. Harry just does the same while he types furiously with his free hand. Niall notices the little cross inked into his skin between thumb and forefinger and the anchor above his wrist. He's curious if Harry has more tattoos on him that aren't visible at the moment.

Stranger: fuck you'd be so good for me wouldn't you? I'd take such good care of your needy mouth

Stranger: but I rather wanna kiss you while I prep you with my fingers and get you all wet and ready for me

"Oh god," Niall moans and tips his head back for a moment, closing his eyes to picture this faceless Harry that he wants to snog the hell out of. His dick is twitching with the need to come and he's never been so close so fast before and he doesn't want to stop.

You: from what I can see ur fingers would feel so fucking good in me

You: stretch me so well

You: Id probably come twice before u get the chance to fuck me

He loves how Harry's hand speeds up at that, how he's squirming in his chair like his own hand isn't enough, like he needs Niall there with him.

Stranger: fuck Niall ur so perfect just look at you, with your skin all red and beautiful

He wonders what Harry's voice sounds like, is it high or low? He hopes he has a low voice that can purr praises into his ear all night while he's being fucked into the sheets. He feels his dick twitch in his hand and he crosses his ankles below the desk, curling his toes because he tries to hold back. He usually doesn't care, it's usually a race between him and the person behind the other screen. Whoever comes first is lucky and just logs off while the other has to try and find someone else. It's selfish but he doesn't want to be selfish right now, he wants to be... good. He pulls away from his cock to get both hands on the keyboard and it will be gross but he can't help it.

You: can I come

You: pls pls pls can I come

He stares at the screen and watches Harry arch his back on the chair, pumping his cock slower but with more effort as he starts to type. Niall already pulls back his hand to touch himself again but stops himself midway when he remembers that he's waiting for permission and he doesn't even know why.

Stranger: of course baby

Stranger: come for me

Stranger: wanna see

Niall falls back into the chair immediately, closing his eyes again as he wraps his hand back around his cock. He doesn't have to look at Harry, he can already see him behind his eyelids, can imagine his heavy body covering Niall as he gets him off with his hand and whispers into his ear. Come for me, baby, wanna see the mess you can make.

He wants to make it good for Harry, wants him to see how good he feels and he blindly grabs at the backrest above him to keep himself on the chair, he already felt himself sliding down just a little bit. He's so close, so fucking close, dragging his hand up and down and then he comes without a warning, with the thought of mouthing against Harry's tattoo on his collarbone while riding out his orgasm.

His whole body trembles and his hips jerk when he comes all over his hand and probably his desk, too but he doesn't care much. He just bites at his lip and moans loudly, unapologetically, because he has his own flat and that must have some perks at least. He feels like he's coming forever and just keeps stroking himself until the last drop, sucking in huge gulps of air to calm himself down. He's not quite ready to open his eyes again, the aftershock making him feel all fuzzy around the edges.

When he does though it's right in time to see Harry come as well. He shoots white stripes of come across his abs with one hand out of the frame like he's pulling his hair or something. He's beautiful, glistening with sweat and all Niall wants to do is lick him clean. His eyes travel down Harry's body to the end of the screen and then he notices his own screen beneath and almost faints.

Harry can see his face. Niall has been so into it that he slipped all the way down and now Harry can't just see his cock still in his hand but also his whole fucking face. Niall takes in his own messy hair and red face with his mouth hanging open since he's still panting hard. Shit, that definitely wasn't the plan. But now it's done and it looks like Harry didn't mind the way he looks, not even the bit of crooked that peeks through.

He also needs just as much time as Niall to get down from his high and it fills Niall with a weird sense of pride, even though this is not the first guy who got off on him. They both clean themselves up after that and Niall doesn't bother hiding his face again, it's too late now anyway. Still, he's reluctant to write, doesn't even know what to say after revealing that much of himself. So he's relieved when Harry doesn't even bother to tuck himself back in and gets his hand on the keyboard instead.

Stranger: Holy shit Niall

Stranger: You're so fucking gorgeous I almost died

Niall can't hide his face this time and he smiles shyly, chewing on his bottom lip before he sits up properly and adjusts the webcam so harry can see him properly.

You: will you believe me when I tell you that showing my face was an accident?

Stranger: I figured. Somehow that made it even hotter, seeing you go wild when you thought I couldn't see you. It was so good, Niall

Niall swallows for the third time in ten seconds because Harry makes him want to drool all over the place, it's ridiculous. He never got that far with anyone on the internet anyway and he certainly doesn't talk, doesn't flirt. Are they flirting? He should find out.

You: Well you didn't even show me your face but it was enough to get me off, so that's a win for you. But since you're all about equality...?

He hopes he doesn't look as nervous as he feels and it takes a few more moments until Harry reads his message and processes it in his head. But then his hand moves to the screen to nudge up the webcam and Niall's heart skips a beat when he's met with a pair of green eyes. Well, Harry's body definitely matches his face with all the sharp angles and those sinfully plump lips. His hair is put up in a bun but it's all ruffled on one side which means he has been pulling at his own hair. Fuck, he's probably the hottest person Niall has ever seen and in real life he would've avoided him because he knows how to choose his battles. Harry is way out of his league and he hates how his cock already twitches with interest again.

You: what the fuck

Stranger. What??

You: how are you that beautiful??

He can see Harry laugh while he rubs one knuckle over his eye like a sleepy cat. Niall calls bullshit, there's no way he's real.

Stranger: Thanks I guess? I think the same about you though.

You: You can't just say SAME, you have to come up with your own compliments

Stranger: Ok how about that: I hooked up with strangers for over a year now but I never came so hard in my life.

Niall snorts.

You: yeah... Same :P

He already loves the way Harry smiles and laughs and it's just through a screen, what the fuck. And the thing is: Niall doesn't want to disconnect, he wants to keep talking to Harry and maybe get off with him again and he doesn't know how to say it because that's not what this place is for anyway. And then his phone vibrates next to him, reminding him that he's meeting up with Louis and Liam in two hours and he still has to shower and stuff.

"Shit," he mutters and even though Harry's typing again he has to get in first.

You: fuck, I gotta go... forgot that I'm meeting up with a few friends later and I can't meet them when I look like I've just been having the best shag of me life.

Harry raises his eyes when Niall's message pops up on the screen and his smile falls with a slight frown and then he fucking pouts. It's endearing and hot and beautiful and Niall squirms on his chair.

Stranger: Oh...

Stranger: Well that sucks

You: yeah...

They both stare at the screen, not writing anything, they're not even moving. Niall wants to ask for his number, for his dick and maybe even his hand in marriage. But that might just be the endorphins still coursing through his body. Harry chews on his own lips and then puts on a determined expression before he types again.

Stranger: Ok I'll just do the reasonable thing now and ask you for your number. Fate smiled upon us today but I'm not ready to let you go yet, love.... (you can say no of course)

Ridiculous. That's all Niall can think of and he laughs hysterically because that's exactly what he wants.

You: A+ argument, so reasonable and I feel very flattered. Pls don't turn out to be an axe murderer though that would be awkward.

He types out his number next and just hits enter before he can have second thoughts. Harry only grins in victory and leans back to pull out his phone and save his number. A few moments later he gets a message from an unknown number.

I'm not an axe murderer, cross my heart. Maybe just a hot cam boy by day and a creepy clown by night. X

Niall smiles at the screen one last time before he disconnects. Well, this was a fantastic day and he'll never tell Liam and Louis about it because he just knows they'll interrogate him for the rest of the night. No, he'll keep it to himself instead and maybe jerk off again when he's in the shower. Absolutely no one has to know about it.

That eases my mind, thx Harry. See ya soon.

You bet. X

Other stories I wrote:

a pack of misfits

In The Stars (the dark narry demigod AU)

#narry #narry fanfiction #1d fanfic #harry styles #niall horan #the narry #soulmates #stuff I made #fanfiction #(not sure yet if I should continue this???)#(also Neil pls don't read it okay it's a coping mechanism for my hormones lmao)#(I mean it don't read it it's just smut)#(I also apologise for any typos)#stuff I wrote

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heebiejbies · 7 years

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Limerence - XII

Limerence Masterlist

Characters: Sehun and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking. (This chapter in particular has a bit of gore in it.)

Word Count: 4.1k

Limerence: The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

For the next week, I avoided everyone while trying to figure out what I should do. I knew I should tell Detective Phillips, but I had the underlying worry that if I were to be wrong, he would never forgive me for accusing him of a crime he didn’t commit. I couldn’t see any reason for him to want to kill my father, but he drove a car matching the description and he knew me.

I couldn’t talk to anyone about this. I had to keep it to myself, keep all those burdensome thoughts to myself. For that week, they kept me awake at night. When I closed my eyes, I could only see the image of him and my father. Him bashing my father’s head in and dumping him off of the bridge. Him cleaning his body of the blood and disposing of all evidence linking him to the crime. I even had nightmares where he killed my mom and Caspian.

The thing that really drew the line for me was the nightmare I had where I had to see my family dead.

He tightened the restraints on my wrists and ankles, the rope burning into my skin. He had me bound and gagged in the basement. He had broken into my house and hit me over the head with a blunt object, then I woke up in the basement.

“If you stop squirming, this won’t hurt as bad,” He cooed. He moved my hair from my face and turned my body over onto my back. “You know, Urs, my plan originally wasn’t to kill you. If only you hadn’t smartened up and found out what I did. This is your fault, you know? You should have kept your mouth shut. If you kept your mouth shut then none of this would have happened. Look what you did, though,” I noticed a sheet draped over what seemed to be a lumpy object towards the middle of the floor. He pulled the sheet off slowly and began to cackle, “You killed them, not me.”

There, lifelessly on the ground, laid my mom and Caspian.

Dead.

He walked back over to my body and dragged me towards their bodies. He laid me down next to Caspian’s body, “Look at what you did to your older brother, Urs. All he ever did was protect you, it’s a shame you couldn’t do the same for him.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of Caspian’s body. His lips had turned blue, his skin drained of all color. I had never seen his eyes so lifeless, so cold and empty. He didn’t look real. He had his work uniform on, his once white shirt now stained crimson from his blood. His throat had been slit wide open, so wide that I could see inside of the slice in his throat. The thing that unnerved me the most about his throat were his muscles, you could see them through the slit in his throat.

“I think I rather carved him up nicely, yes? Don’t you think so too?” I shook my head no, tears pouring out of my eyes while my screams were muffled by the gag.

“Oh? Pity. Maybe you’ll appreciate this better.” He kicked Caspian’s body away and dropped my mom’s in front of me. I didn’t dare get a closer look at her, I couldn’t. I closed my eyes tightly and found myself praying for this situation to be over quickly.

“Ursula, Ursula, Ursula. I’m upset that you won’t look at my gifts. Would you rather look at the one who started this all?” He opened a crate he had sitting under the stairs and pulled a body out. He kicked my mom’s body away towards Caspian’s and dropped the new body in front of me. The face wasn’t recognizable, his face looked as if it were stuffed into a meat grinder. I didn’t have to guess to know who this was. I remember seeing his body, I would never forget his body.

“Surprise! Your father! Weren’t you thrilled when you found out that he was dead? After all that he did to you, I did you a favor by killing him. I think you owe me a thank you, don’t you?” He removed the gag from my mouth, a wail involuntarily escaping my lips. He put his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, “Shhh, you haven’t seen the cherry on top yet. Just wait, this one is sure to leave an impression on you.” He went upstairs for a few minutes before a body came toppling down the stairs.

“N-No!” I attempted to crawl towards his body, but the ropes tied around me made that impossible. He whimpered, signaling that he wasn’t dead yet. He looked at me with such a wretched look, he looked at me as if to tell me goodbye. His eyes were threatening to close, even the footsteps coming down the stairs behind him didn’t lift the heaviness to them.

“What a happy reunion! Isn’t this sweet? I’ll make this one quick for you, Ursula. I don’t need to take my time on this, the mere sight of it will be enough.” His eyes were half open as he waited for his fate. He didn’t flinch at the sound of a gun being loaded and cocked. He mustered up the last bit of strength in his body and smiled at me, then the light faded from his eyes. I choked on a sob as I tried to process seeing him die right in front of me, “H-how could you? You… He… S-”

“Now that he’s out of the way, we can get to why you are here. Come, Ursula, no one is in our way now. We are free to do whatever we want, we can leave here if we want. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

I woke up in a cold sweat, my t-shirt and bed sheets soaked. I knew then that I had to tell someone. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore, someone needed to know. The nightmare had been too vivid for me to ignore, I feared for all three of their lives.

If I don’t do this, he could really kill them. I can’t risk that happening.

I kneeled in front of my bedroom window with my phone clenched in my hand, Detective Phillips’ number punched in and ready for me to hit send. I couldn’t look away from his car, his car that matched the exact description to the car that my father was last seen getting into.

There’s no way, it’s a complete misunderstanding. It has to be. His car couldn’t be the only one around here with the same color and dent in the same position, right? How could it be a coincidence, though? It can’t be, it’s impossible. He and I know each other, and it was my father that was killed. It’s just too coincidental, he had to kill him.

He murdered my father… He mutilated him and dumped his body in the river and then still had the audacity to speak to me as if nothing was wrong… How could he do this? How could he?

“I need to do this,” I reassured myself. I hit the send button and waited for him to answer.

“Detective Phillips, I think I know who killed my father.”

“When was the last time you spoke to the suspect?” Detective Phillips asked me to come down to the police station first thing the following morning. We sat in his office together, he had a pen and paper in front of him ready to write down what I told him. He then asked something of me I wasn’t sure if I could do.

“Can you call him?” I didn’t want to call him, I had a constant sick feeling in my stomach and the thought of even speaking to him again made that feeling intensify. However, if it meant that I could keep him from hurting other people, I knew I had to do it.

I hit ‘send’ under his contact name and waited for him to pick up. When he did, he didn’t say anything. You could hear him breathing on the other end, but he didn’t speak a word. “Hello? Are you there? We need to talk.”

His breathing continued, still not speaking a word. Detective Phillips took my phone from me to try and get him to speak, “This is Detective Phillips. Son, if you come down here peacefully that would greatly help the two of us. You haven’t been charged with anything yet, we just want to question you, nothing more.” The breathing intensified, then the call dropped.

“What did he say to you yesterday?” Detective Phillips handed my phone back to me.

“Well, we didn’t actually speak yesterday but he did call me. I didn’t answer it, though. The last time I spoke to him was via text message a few weeks ago. I still have them actually.” I pulled up the text messages between the two of us, “He left without telling anyone, he said he was visiting family and that he would be back in a few weeks.”

Detective Phillips read the messages between Suho and me, taking note of him leaving town without telling anyone. “He didn’t tell anyone, are you sure?”

“I believe so, I don’t even think he told my boyfriend Sehun—he’s also Suho’s roommate and best friend.” I couldn’t recall Sehun telling me anything about talking to Suho, or even Suho telling him about leaving.

“Can you ask him to come down here to speak to me?”

“I can try, Detective. He’s at work right now though so I will have to ask him once he is off. I hope that’s alright.” He walked me out the police station and to my car, thanking me for coming to him with new information.

“Ursula, I promise you we will get to the bottom of this,” He reassured me, then said goodbye. When I arrived home, I went straight across the road to Sehun’s house. I let myself in and stood in the doorway of his office until he noticed me standing there.

“I look so handsome working, don’t I?” It was apparent that he had a huge smirk on his face, even when the screen in front of him concealed it.

“You always look so handsome, you’re the most handsome in the world~” I teased, entering his office and looking around at the different books he had on the shelves.

“You can make yourself at home, I will be finished here in about an hour.” I nodded, then went to find Vivi. I found him laying on Sehun’s bed asleep, he looked so cute curled up into a ball on one of Sehun’s pillows. I laid down on the bed beside him and pet his head, “Vivi, you’re such an adorable boy.” I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Sehun was shaking me awake. Vivi was curled up against me and Sehun was sitting on the other side of the bed.

“I’m feeling a little left out,” He pouted and turned his back to Vivi and me.

“Aww, do you want cuddles too?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down onto the bed. Vivi had woken up by this point and was playfully attacking Sehun’s face. Watching the two of them play made me forget about the real reason I came to see Sehun. They looked so cute playing together, the sight of it made my heart swell. I just hope that whenever this whole thing with Suho is over, it doesn’t do anything to mine and Sehun’s relationship.

“Spacing out again are we?” Sehun hovered over me, Vivi now laying back down on his pillow. He lowered his head and pressed his lips softly against mine, then he laid down between Vivi and me. “What’s on your mind, Urs? I know something is bothering you.”

I turned to face him and propped myself up on my elbow, “I have to talk to you, it’s about Suho.”

He mimicked my movements, “What about Suho?”

“Sehun he… I think, no I know he-” I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands. Sehun pulled my body against his and rubbed my back in a comforting way.

“It’s okay, take your time. Just tell me what happened when you’re ready.”

“He killed my father.” Sehun’s movements ceased, his entire body stiffened when he heard what I said.

“W-what? How can you be so sure?” I stood up from his bed and walked over to his window. I looked out the window at the car below, my hand resting on the glass so I could block the sight. “The last time my father was seen alive, he got into a car that matched the description of Suho’s car. That, and the fact that it’s a little suspicious that he went out of town in the midst of these events… I know he’s your best friend and all, but Sehun… I think he did it. I don’t know why, but I think he really did do it. Please don’t hate me, I just-” He cut me off by wrapping his arms tightly around me. He placed a kiss on my head and let me cry into his shoulder before he spoke again.

“Are you positive, Ursula? Are you positive that the description was for his car?” He held my head in his hands and looked at me with such a serious look that I had never seen him have before. I nodded my head, “The only thing is that they couldn’t tell the make and model of the car, but everything else matched. Right down to the dint on the bumper.”

He soaked up the information I had just told him, I knew he would have a hard time with accepting the fact that his best friend more than likely killed his girlfriend’s father. Even when we knew of no motive, the mere thought of it had to be bone chilling.

“Sehun, baby,” I cupped both of his cheeks, “I know this must hurt right now, but please go talk to Detective Phillips about this. You know Suho better than any of us. I don’t want you to have to do this, but I need you to do this for me. I’m so sorry that this has happened.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to him. When should I go?”

Caspian and I went out for dinner later that evening, he decided that I needed to get we needed to get our minds off of things. The dinner went smoothly, we talked about funny things that happened from our childhood and in general just talked about things that made us happy.

“I remember that stray dog you brought home from the park, I’ve never seen mom so angry since then! Why did you bring him home?”

“Hey! He looked hungry and he needed a bath, it isn’t my fault that he escaped the bathtub and got muddy water all over the house. I asked you to help!” He and I laughed at the memory, we had many moments like that when we were younger. The two of us together were a handful for my mom, we weren’t bad kids but we did do a lot of goofy things that she probably lost a bit of sleep over at night.

“Do you remember the day I sliced my leg open and the first thing you did was take a picture?” That day, Caspian had cut his leg open with a piece of tin while working on something in the backyard. He didn’t notice the cut until I walked out and noticed the blood dripping down his leg. Then, as he started freaking out about the cut, I went into the house and grabbed my phone so I could take his picture. I was only 13 so I couldn’t drive him to the hospital, and our mom was working a shift at the hospital so I had to call an ambulance… But not before taking a picture of it first.

“Okay, but at least I called the ambulance after I took the picture!” That’s how our evening went, that is until we were on the ride back my house. That’s when the evening took a turn.

“Ursula, you know you can talk to me about anything that’s bothering you, right?” He asked three different questions along the same lines as that question. We were in the driveway when he said something again, “Talk to me, please.”

“What do you want me to say, Caspian?!” My sudden outburst made his eyes widen, “What should I say? Damn, it sucks that we had to see the image of our mutilated father? The man who we are supposed to not care anything about? Do you want me to tell you how, after everything that he did to us, I still care about him? I still care about a man who has never done anything good for me in my entire life? Do you want me to tell you how his killer is-” I forced myself to stop talking before I could tell him about Suho.

“Urs, I’m sor-”

“Save it, Caspian. Thanks for tonight.” I opened the door and exited his car, slamming the door shut. I couldn’t explain why I had such an outburst, Caspian was just trying to help. He didn’t mean any harm in it.

When I walked into my house, I saw my mom sitting on the couch as if she were waiting for me.

“Please, I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I went upstairs to take a shower. While in the shower, I had a lot of time to think about everything. It all became too overwhelming to think about and I found myself crouching in the shower, crying.

I cried everything out, then turned the shower off and dried off. My mom greeting me in my room, she sat on my bed facing the bathroom door while waiting for me to finish my shower. She didn’t say anything as I sat down beside her and started crying again.

“Aww, honey, it’ll be alright,” She consoled me, much like she did that night following the encounter with my father and Caspian. I cried my heart out and told her everything about what had happened, of course leaving out the part about Suho’s involvement. I could tell that she was at a loss for words, after all, how often is someone in this situation?

“All I can tell you, Urs, is that you have to be strong. You will never get that sight out of your head, that’s a fact, but you have to be strong and not let these events rest heavy on your heart. I have to go to the hospital now, but I will keep my phone on me if you need me. Get some sleep, tomorrow will be better.” She had a point, I did have to be strong. I had to be strong for her. I had to be strong for Caspian. I had to be strong for Sehun. I had to be strong for me.

Around an hour later, I received an odd text message.

Ursula? It’s me, Eric, I need you to call me as soon as you get this. It’s about your boyfriend.

The text from Eric sent chills down my spine. He wants to talk about Sehun? What about Sehun?

He answered on the fourth ring, “Ursula! Thanks for calling me. Listen, I just got a voicemail from a Detective Phillips, and there’s something you should know about your boyfriend before I call the Detective back.”

“Detective Phillips left you a voicemail? What did he want? Also, what do I need to know about Sehun?”

“Ursula, he’s not who you think he is. You’ve got it all wrong! Ursula, he’s-” His phone started cutting out, I was unable to make out Eric’s words.

“Eric? Your phone is cutting out, can you say that again?” The next four words he said were enough to make my heart stop.

“He’s responsible for everything.” Everything. If the entire sentence wasn’t chilling as is, the everything part really sold it. What Eric tried to tell me that day made sense now, Sehun was the one who tried to kill him. “Ursula, you need to get somewhere safe right no-” Someone clapped their hand over my mouth and pulled me against their body, causing my phone to fall to the floor.

“Ursula? Ursula are you okay?!” I could hear Eric calling my name as I struggled with the anonymous intruder. I managed to kick him off of me and I attempted to run out of the front door, but they grabbed my hair and pulled me back. They slammed the door shut and slung me to the ground, then they stood in front of me so I could see their identity.

“Sehun?! W-what are you doing?” He got down on his knees and crawled towards my body.

“Urs, sweetie, I’m sorry that nosy co-worker of yours put you in this position. If he had kept his mouth shut like I told him, you wouldn’t be in this mess now. I’ll have to take care of him now as well, what an inconvenience.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then got back up on his feet. He looked out the window as if he were watching for someone, and while he did this I took that time to get up and make a b-line for the back door.

“Ursula, please don’t run away from me!” Sehun tackled me in the yard and tossed me over his shoulder, then carried me back inside the house. I managed to knee him in the back, causing him to drop me. I knew I had to make more time for myself, so I ran upstairs in hopes that I would be able to buy time and make it out my bedroom window.

He followed me closely, even managing to grab my ankle when I climbed over my bed to get to my window. I picked up the first thing my hand grabbed onto from my bedside table and bashed him across the face with it. He yelled in pain and fell down to the ground. I jumped off my bed in front of the window and threw it open so I could exit through it. I made it out on the roof and started climbing down the roof carefully so I wouldn’t fall. I held onto the edge of the roof and attempted to climb down to a part of the roof that was lower when Sehun came out the window after me.

“Ursula, stop running from me!” My grip slipped and I fell to the landing below, and due to it being slanted I ended up rolling off of the roof entirely and landing on the ground below. I attempted to stand so I could run, but the pain was too unbearable for me to be able to do so. I laid on my back, my eyes focusing on the stars above. Sehun came out of the house and ran over to my body, “I’m so sorry, Ursula! I didn’t mean to hurt you, please don’t be angry with me!”

Funny, he tried to kidnap me is worried that I’ll be mad at him for indirectly causing me to fall off of the roof.

He hoisted me up into his arms, causing pain to shoot through my body even more than before. I groaned in pain as Sehun carried me across the street and laid me in the backseat of his car.

“Just go to sleep, sweetheart. When you wake up we will be away from all of this, I promise you. I need to get Vivi and a few things inside and then I will take you away from here.” He kissed my forehead and shut the door. My fingers ghosted across the door handle, but I didn’t have enough strength in me to open the door. My arm went limp, and it seemed like the rest of my body went with it. I fought to keep my eyes open, I fought with every last bit of strength I had in my body. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes shut and I could feel myself slowly drifting away. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was Sehun getting in the car.

“I’m doing this because I love you, one day you’ll understand that this is the right choice. Nothing can separate us now.”

Author’s Note: Ahh there’s only two more parts left. It’s gonna get emotional 😭

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