When Niall was younger, his father always came home drunk. He raped him, he beat him, he abused him in every way possible. After years of therapy, Niall finally forgot about his past life, until this day. The boys were all watching a random movie Louis chose and soon discovered the plot was about a boy abused by his father. Niall tried to leave but Louis wouldn't let him. That night, he had a nightmare. He gets made fun of for having a nightmare that wasn't even about horror. The nightmares continue until he finally breaks and tells the boys everything.

NIALL POV:
I'm sitting in bed when Louis walks in.

"Knock next time," I say.

"Yea, yea, yea, anyways, wanna watch a movie!? The other boys are already in the living room."

"Sure, what are we watching?"

"This random movie I found."

I chuckle.

"Ok."

I follow Louis into the living room and he starts the movie.

(This is not based on any movie I've seen, by the way.)

Immediately, it starts off bad.

A father is beating his child with a belt for refusing to buy alcohol.

Flashback
"Niall come here."

I come down to him.

"Yes father?"

"DON'T CALL ME FATHER I AM SIR TO YOU, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

I freeze in fear.

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"You little brat, now, go and get me some alcohol from a few blocks down."

"Mommy said I wasn't supposed to go that far."

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH, YOUR MOTHER DOESN'T MAKE THE RULES, I DO!"

He punches me in the face before I black out.

End of Flashback
"H-how long has the movie been going?" I ask.

"Dude, it hasn't even been five minutes, why are you asking?"

I look back to the screen. The child is still being abused. He's older than I was in my flashback, and stronger, but he's getting treated much worse.

After he blacks out, the father doesn't stop.

D-did my dad ever do that?

I don't wanna watch this movie anymore. I can't. I can't see this happen ever again to anyone.

"G-guys? I- can I go do something else, I- the dad- um-" I start but don't know what to say.

"Nope, you said you wanted to watch a movie with us," Louis says.

"B-but-"

"Shh, cut it out, we don't even know what the movie's about so far!"

I hesitantly turn my eyes back to the screen.

The kid that was abused is at school.

"Where's the bruise from the dad?"

"He had foundation, can't you see it?" I say, confused.

"No, I don't see it, do you guys?"

"Nope, just as confused as you are."

They look at me and I shrink into the couch.

Flashback
I go into the classroom.

Everyone stares.

"Oh, Niall, what happened to your face?" the teacher asks.

"It's none of your business."

I go to my seat and put my head down, silently crying.

"RING!"

Everyone files out of the classroom, everyone except me.

The teacher stays too.

"Niall, come here."

"I'm sorry for not paying attention m'am."

"M'am! You don't have to call me that, you can use my real name, Ms. Prono."

"Yes... Ms. Prono."

Then she sighs.

"Niall, I'm worried about you. How is your life at home?"

Father told me about these people. Mean people. They dig into your personal lives, with no reason at all.

Other fathers hit kids in places that you won't notice, that's why I don't see anyone else's bruises.

"There's nothing going on," I say, and simply walk out of the room.

End of Flashback
I look back to the screen.

The character is now getting beat up because he came home a few seconds later than he should've from school.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't watch this," I say getting up and leaving the room.

"What's your deal?" Louis says.

"THE MOVIE! I TOLD YOU I CAN'T WATCH THIS MOVIE!"

I run to my room and slam the door.

"Wimp," I hear someone say.

I start crying, and no one cares to check on me.

Flashback
The door slams.

"NIALL WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!?"

I rush over to the front door.

"I'm here father."

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT CALLING ME FATHER!? I AM SIR TO YOU!"

I wince from how loud his voice is.

"Yes, sir, I understand."

He punches me in the face, for the second time that week.

I black out.

End of Flashback
I snap back to reality.

The movie is still playing.

I put on some headphones to block out the horrible screams and turn on some music.

Then, I fall asleep.

LIAM POV:
When the movie is over, we all say our goodnights and head up to our rooms.

I knock on Niall's door to say goodnight to him, but I don't hear anything.

I open the door.

Niall is sleeping on the bed, but he's crying and shaking.

I wake him up.

"Ni, Nialler? You alright, bud?"

"Wh-what's going on?"

"I think you had a nightmare. Don't worry, I'm here with you."

He nods.

"Thanks Li."

"No problem. Do you remember what the nightmare was about?"

For a split second, he looks scared, but he quickly covers it up by smiling.

"Nope, I feel fine."

"Well, ok, want me to stay?"

"No, that's alright, thanks though!"

"No problem, goodnight!"

"'Night."

NIALL POV:

As soon as he leaves, I start crying again.

Of course I remember what my nightmare was about, I think Liam caught on too, but luckily he didn't ask anymore.

In my dream, my dad was raping me. I screamed and cried, begging him to stop, but he kept going. And it hurt, it really hurt.

I go back to sleep, hoping to forget about everything.

Of course, exactly the opposite of that happens.

I wake up sweating.

Great, another nightmare.

I have to tell someone.

I decide on Liam since he already saw yesterday's.

I knock on his door.

"L-Li?"

"Come in," he says.

As soon as he looks at me, he makes a worried face.

"What's wrong Ni?"

"I-I had another nightmare."

"Aww, bud, it's ok, do you know why?"

I hesitantly nod.

"A-and the one yesterday was also because of this."

He doesn't look annoyed I didn't tell him sooner, so I just continue.

"Th-the movie yesterday. The part about th-the child abuse."

"D-does that trigger you?"

I nod.

"It's ok bud, thanks for telling me. Do you want me to tell the other boys, or you?"

I shrug.

"Do we have any work today?"

"I think a few interviews, no concerts."

"Ok."

I think for a little.

"I think I wanna tell Paul and see what he thinks."

Liam nods.

"Good idea."

Liam picks up his phone.

"Hey Paul?"

"Hey Liam! Is something wrong?"

Liam looks at me.

"Want me to say it, or you?"

I point to him and he nods.

"Yesterday we were watching a movie and the plot was something with a kid escaping being abused by his father or something. Niall apparently gets triggered by that stuff, but we didn't know. He left after like ten, twenty minutes, but then he's had nightmares each time he slept."

"Aww, how does he feel right now?"

"Tired," I say.

"Well, good news, one of the interviewers pulled out so you just have two interviews. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yea."

"Alright, that's good."

Liam's about to hang up when Paul says something.

"Hey, can I speak to Niall for a second, alone?"

"Oh, sure!"

Liam gets out of, his own, room and leaves me with Paul.

"What did you want to ask me Paul?"

"Well..." he clears his throat, "I looked through some of your files from your past and... I... found out, about your dad."

My eyes widen and I look down at my hands.

"I-I got therapy for a few years. I'm better now! It's-it's just the movie..."

"I know, it's gonna be ok."

"Well, I-I tried to get out sooner, but then Louis said I had to watch it. But-but I kept having flashbacks from-from it and-" I break down crying, "eventually I just had to get up and walk out..."

I was so focused on telling my story, I didn't notice Paul was now in the car.

"Wh-where are you going?"

"I'm coming over."

I nod.

"I'm gonna hang up now," I say.

He nods and I press the button.

I stand up and go outside, handing Liam back his phone.

"Why are you crying Niall?" he asks, wiping tears from my cheek.

I shrug and sit inside by the front door.

A few minutes later, someone knocks.

I jump up and open the door.

"Woah, buddy!"

I hug Paul and he rubs my back.

"It's all gonna be okay, bud."

"I didn't tell anyone except Liam yet," I admit.

"Do you think you're ready to tell them now?"

I nod.

All four of them are in the kitchen.

"Boys?"

Liam nods at us knowingly.

"Huh? Why is Paul here already?"

"I-I want to talk about yesterday."

Harry nods, worriedly.

"I- first of all, I'm sorry for yelling at you guys, mostly Louis..."

"It's fine, I shouldn't've made you stay in the first place."

I nod.

"I-"

I already start crying.

"When I was younger, I didn't have very good parents."

"Oh no," Harry says, seeming to already know where this is going.

"My dad came home drunk everyday. He hit me, he raped me, he yelled at me..."

Tears start rolling down Harry's cheek.

"My mom did nothing to stop it, feared of getting hurt herself, and," my voice cracks, "and I don't blame her. It was horrible."

By now, all five of them are crying.

They wrap me in a group hug.

"We are so sorry this ever happened to you, to anyone! But, especially you."

I nod.

After some more cuddles, I tell them about the therapy, and how that time of my life, is completely gone from me.

There are a few more nightmares, but after just a week, they're completely gone.

Sorry it wasn't exactly like the prompt, but it was the best I could do with my time. For a few weeks I have school. It's not my normal school though. It's only four hours, and obviously four classes, but there is homework and it's pretty tiring. After a long day, not really, I usually just play some games with my friends and Wattpad completely slips my mind until 11:00 PM, where I decide reading would be better for the time of night. Sorry.

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