This story is pure fiction and involves the members of Westlife. I am in no way implying anything about the sexuality of any of their members. This is purely a fictional story. Enjoy!
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Westlife Romance - Part 33
"Where are you? And why are you whispering?" Shane asked anxiously.
"I found Nicky," Mark calmly answered.
"So where is he?"
"He's at a park a few blocks from the hotel. Tell the others not to worry. I'm going to talk to him for a bit and then we'll come back." Mark put away his mobile, walked up and sat beside Nicky.
Nicky was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Mark there until some dust in his eyes made him turn his face in Mark's direction.
"Mark?" Nicky asked with surprise.
"Hey Nix," Mark smiled.
"What are you doing here? How long have you been sitting here?"
"We missed you, Nix," Mark simply answered.
Nicky gasped as he realized that he left without telling anyone this morning. "Oh god!! How could I have been so stupid?? I didn't even leave a note." Nicky began to babble as he chastized himself for the worry that he had caused.
"Stop it, Nicky!" Mark ordered. "You've got to stop blaming yourself for everything. It's OK!!"
Nicky avoided Mark's eyes, and turned towards the fountain. There was a moment of silence where the only sound was the sound of the water from the fountain. "How did you know I was here?" he finally asked quietly.
"You always did have a thing for fountains. I remember that you used to sit close to a fountain whenever you were unhappy."
Nicky turned to Mark and smiled weakly. "And after Kian and I started going out, I never had to sit by the fountain again." The mention of Kian's name brought back so much of the past to him.
"Don't force yourself to forget the past, Nicky," Mark said. "You can't forget it, but you can't let it take control of you either."
Nicky nodded as he absorbed what Mark had to say. Although it made total sense, actually putting it to practice was another story.
"Hey, Nix?" Mark asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah?"
"I know that you and I were never as close as you and Shane or Bry, but just remember that if there's anything you need to talk about, and you feel that you can't go to Shane or Bry, I'm always here to listen."
Nicky smiled at Mark appreciatively and nodded. "I'll remember that." With that, the two lads got up and walked back towards the hotel.
Nicky opened his eyes only to find that he could not move. He tried harder and still he couldn't move. Then a figure appeared...it was Kian. Trying to speak, Nicky found that he was gagged. Kian climbed on top of Nicky, smiling a lustful smile. Then, Kian's hands went to work on Nicky's body, leaving no part untouched.
"You're mine, Nicky," Kian snickered. "You've always been mine and you'll always be mine!! I raped you once, and I'll do it again. You're nothing to me but a toy!!"
Nicky tried to move again but again it was no use.
Kian got off of Nicky, took off his clothes, and climbed back onto the bed again. "I was the first one to fuck you, and I'll always be the one to fuck you, Nicky." With that, Kian plowed his cock into Nicky's ass mercilessly.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nicky snapped awake drenched in cold sweat. His heart was pounding and his head was hurting. Realizing that it was only a dream, Nicky broke down in quiet sobs. "It was all so real," he told himself. "Why can't you let me go, Kian??" he asked himself. "Why can't you just let me go?"
After regaining his composure, Nicky quietly got up from the bed and towards the window, not realizing that he was still shaking from the nightmare. Not wanting to wake Bryan up, he slid the balcony door open quietly and walked out into the cool night. The only problem was that Bryan wasn't asleep. He heard Nicky tossing in bed, mumbling incoherently. He saw Nicky jump from his bed and Nicky's fearful face as he woke up from his nightmare. He heard Nicky's sobs.
The only reason Bryan didn't rush to wrap Nicky in his arms was because he wasn't sure how Nicky would take it. He was afraid to go near Nicky for fear of destabilizing his already fragile emotional state. After much debate, however, Bryan finally decided that pretending he didn't hear or see anything was an even worse alternative. So Bryan got up and went out onto the balcony to join Nicky. The older boy was lost in his own world again as he stared into the horizon. Tears were still streaming down his face but his trembling had stopped. Bryan's heart ached knowing what Nicky was going through, but he knew that he couldn't replace the void that Kian had left in Nicky's life. Furthermore, he could never take away the hurt that his bandmate was feeling. Despite all this, Bryan reached out and took Nicky's hands.
Immediately, Nicky recoiled in fear. The look on Nicky's face scared Bryan. It was a look of pure fear, of pure terror. It was as if Nicky had seen a ghost. His trembling returned and his eyes were glazed. "Don't...please...don't," Nicky whispered to no one in particular. It was like Nicky was talking to some invisible person.
"Nicky, it's me...it's Bryan," the younger lad said, his own voice trembling. He was shaken by what he saw. Sure, he knew Nicky was traumatized by what Kian did, but he didn't think it would have had such a horrible effect on Nicky. The Nicky standing in front of him was not his bandmate, he was merely a shell of the Nicky that he knew. Then, Nicky pushed Bryan away and ran back into the room, and locked himself in the bathroom. Bryan didn't chase after Nicky, he was too shocked and stunned. He was losing Nicky; Bryan could feel him slowly slipping away.
...to be continued....
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