Gone
six
When I open my eyes, I’m staring right into Niall’s icy blue ones. He breathes a sigh of relief as my eyelids flutter closed again.
“Summer” he whispers “Summer, are you okay? Please be okay.” I can hear the desperation in his voice.
I try to sit up, but all I can manage is to move my head a few centimeters off the ground. Groaning, I let my head fall back softly onto the cool marble flooring of the bathroom. Vague memories of what Niall did to me in the mall’s bathroom flash back to my mind and tears come to my eyes.
“Shhh” Niall whispers. “Shh, don't cry love.” He says, wiping the tears dripping down my cheek away with his thumbs. He pulls my head into his lap and I let him stroke my hair and comfort me until the tears stop flowing.
Niall picks up my wrist, holding it to his eyes.
“Summer, I’m-“ I cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
“You’re what?” I snarl. “Sorry? Sorry for raping me? Sorry for almost strangling me to death? Fuck you and your stupid apology Niall Horan, you may have kidnapped me and have some sort of sick delusion that I’m yours now but I will never be yours. Never.”
His face turns white and his lips form a hard line, I can tell he’s trying his hardest not to hit me. After a moment his face relaxes, but his eyes stay cold. He brings my wrist to his eyes, examining each of the deep cuts and kisses them softly. He places my wrist back into my lap, gets up and leaves me alone in the bathroom.
I press my cheek against the cool tile flooring and think about what Niall’s just done.
He kissed my cuts. No ones ever kissed my cuts.
I wrap my body in a big white towel and exit the bathroom as quietly as I can, but not quietly enough.
“Summer?” Niall calls from somewhere downstairs. Slowly he appears around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. He slides his hand into his hair, gazing up at me.
“Everyone else should be home soon, so uh would you maybe like to go out for dinner? So I can make up for what I did?” He says slowly.
“No.” I say coldly, hugging myself to keep warm.
“I’m taking you out and that's final!” He shouts up at me.
I roll my eyes, and I’m about to walk away but then something crosses my mind.
“Uh, Niall”
“What?”
“I have no clothes.”
I hear him sigh downstairs before he speaks,
“Come with me.” He says, climbing up the stairs and leading me through hallways until we reach his bedroom. I hold my towel tighter around my body. And he smirks down at me.
“What?” I bark.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before love.” He says, looking down at me.
I blush and look down, biting my lip. He takes my hand, leading me into his bedroom and over towards a closet. He pulls out a huge grey hoodie with the phrase “I am the American Dream” written on it.
“Thanks.” I mutter. He just stands there looking at me.
“Well?” He says.
“Turn around.” I say sternly.
He groans, but slowly turns around so that he’s facing the closet. I drop my towel and pull the large sweater over my head. It falls just slightly past my mid thigh, the sleeves hanging down past my hands. I cross my arms over my chest and clear my throat.
“You can, uh turn around now.” I say shyly.
He turns around to face me, coming closer towards me and wrapping his arms around me, I tense.
“Shh” he murmurs. “I just want to hold you.”
He flicks off his bedroom lights, and turns his TV on.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” He asks shyly.
I grin up at him. “Yeah, a horror one?” I whisper.
“Of course.” He says, popping a DVD into the DVD player. He presses play and leads me towards his bed, lying down and pulling me into his arms. I cross one of my legs over top of his and snuggle into his chest. His hand moves to trace patterns through my sweater on my bicep.
“You have a beautiful body Summer.” He murmurs.
“I’ve been a dancer for 6 years now.” I whisper slowly.
“I know.” He sighs. “I know a lot about you.” His hand moves towards my hair.
Mildly creepy, but also kinda cute. I think to myself.
“Dance with me.” He says, pulling me up off the bed and into his arms. I groan but oblige. Both his hands wrap around my lower waist and my arms move to his neck. I rest my head on his chest as we begin to sway back and forth.
He leans his forehead down to touch mine and our eyes lock. I see him tilt his head slightly and then we’re kissing. I gasp, not sure how to react but soon find myself melting into the kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, not forceful like his other kisses.
We finish our dance and he pulls me back onto the bed and into his arms. I snuggle into his chest, my eyes getting heavy.
“Sleep, I’ll wake you when the girls and guys are home.” He whispers in my ear.
I let out a sigh of relief and slowly drift into unconsciousness to the sound of Niall’s heartbeat.
“Summer” he whispers “Summer, are you okay? Please be okay.” I can hear the desperation in his voice.
I try to sit up, but all I can manage is to move my head a few centimeters off the ground. Groaning, I let my head fall back softly onto the cool marble flooring of the bathroom. Vague memories of what Niall did to me in the mall’s bathroom flash back to my mind and tears come to my eyes.
“Shhh” Niall whispers. “Shh, don't cry love.” He says, wiping the tears dripping down my cheek away with his thumbs. He pulls my head into his lap and I let him stroke my hair and comfort me until the tears stop flowing.
Niall picks up my wrist, holding it to his eyes.
“Summer, I’m-“ I cut him off before he can finish his sentence.
“You’re what?” I snarl. “Sorry? Sorry for raping me? Sorry for almost strangling me to death? Fuck you and your stupid apology Niall Horan, you may have kidnapped me and have some sort of sick delusion that I’m yours now but I will never be yours. Never.”
His face turns white and his lips form a hard line, I can tell he’s trying his hardest not to hit me. After a moment his face relaxes, but his eyes stay cold. He brings my wrist to his eyes, examining each of the deep cuts and kisses them softly. He places my wrist back into my lap, gets up and leaves me alone in the bathroom.
I press my cheek against the cool tile flooring and think about what Niall’s just done.
He kissed my cuts. No ones ever kissed my cuts.
I wrap my body in a big white towel and exit the bathroom as quietly as I can, but not quietly enough.
“Summer?” Niall calls from somewhere downstairs. Slowly he appears around the corner at the bottom of the stairs. He slides his hand into his hair, gazing up at me.
“Everyone else should be home soon, so uh would you maybe like to go out for dinner? So I can make up for what I did?” He says slowly.
“No.” I say coldly, hugging myself to keep warm.
“I’m taking you out and that's final!” He shouts up at me.
I roll my eyes, and I’m about to walk away but then something crosses my mind.
“Uh, Niall”
“What?”
“I have no clothes.”
I hear him sigh downstairs before he speaks,
“Come with me.” He says, climbing up the stairs and leading me through hallways until we reach his bedroom. I hold my towel tighter around my body. And he smirks down at me.
“What?” I bark.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before love.” He says, looking down at me.
I blush and look down, biting my lip. He takes my hand, leading me into his bedroom and over towards a closet. He pulls out a huge grey hoodie with the phrase “I am the American Dream” written on it.
“Thanks.” I mutter. He just stands there looking at me.
“Well?” He says.
“Turn around.” I say sternly.
He groans, but slowly turns around so that he’s facing the closet. I drop my towel and pull the large sweater over my head. It falls just slightly past my mid thigh, the sleeves hanging down past my hands. I cross my arms over my chest and clear my throat.
“You can, uh turn around now.” I say shyly.
He turns around to face me, coming closer towards me and wrapping his arms around me, I tense.
“Shh” he murmurs. “I just want to hold you.”
He flicks off his bedroom lights, and turns his TV on.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” He asks shyly.
I grin up at him. “Yeah, a horror one?” I whisper.
“Of course.” He says, popping a DVD into the DVD player. He presses play and leads me towards his bed, lying down and pulling me into his arms. I cross one of my legs over top of his and snuggle into his chest. His hand moves to trace patterns through my sweater on my bicep.
“You have a beautiful body Summer.” He murmurs.
“I’ve been a dancer for 6 years now.” I whisper slowly.
“I know.” He sighs. “I know a lot about you.” His hand moves towards my hair.
Mildly creepy, but also kinda cute. I think to myself.
“Dance with me.” He says, pulling me up off the bed and into his arms. I groan but oblige. Both his hands wrap around my lower waist and my arms move to his neck. I rest my head on his chest as we begin to sway back and forth.
He leans his forehead down to touch mine and our eyes lock. I see him tilt his head slightly and then we’re kissing. I gasp, not sure how to react but soon find myself melting into the kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, not forceful like his other kisses.
We finish our dance and he pulls me back onto the bed and into his arms. I snuggle into his chest, my eyes getting heavy.
“Sleep, I’ll wake you when the girls and guys are home.” He whispers in my ear.
I let out a sigh of relief and slowly drift into unconsciousness to the sound of Niall’s heartbeat.
Notes
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xoxo Shelby
Tori... Why didn't u tell me.. I didn't know... I'm so sorry.. I didn't know that it was that bad.. I cut to.. We'll I used to ... I just can't do it anymore.. I feel like im hurting everyone around me whenever I do it... Please don't leave. Think of me, and ur other friends. Your worth it Tori. Trust me.
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