The cold ink in his heart
Safeness
Marlya’s POV:
I went out of the mall. My blood dropping on the ground as I almost ran the whole way and kept bumping into people. I think I looked awful. My hands were on my nose, as it was bleeding hell, the rest of my face that wasn’t covered by my hand, looked bruised and I was crying as hell.
I had a pounding headache and my face was still on fire. Everything seemed a bit blurry as I was crying. I knew that everyone were stopping and staring at me.
“Hey, girl, you want some help?” someone asked me.
“No… no…” I looked at the ground. I couldn’t talk!
I hated the fact that I loved him. My heart was broken. My face was screwed. My body was in pain. My life sucked. I was alone.
“But you’re bleeding!! C’mon I’ll…”
“Back off!!” someone said from behind.
I turned back and blinked a couple of times to see clearer. Harry. The guy left and he looked at me.
“Fuck off!!” I said to him, weeping.
“Don’t be silly!!” he said and grabbed my back.
I struggled to get him off me but he was way stronger.
“Damn it girl!!” he said and lifted me up and put me in his arms and went towards his car. I kept hitting his back and his shoulder with my powerless hands till he put me down. He didn’t say anything, he just opened the door and put me in the car despite my fruitless struggles.
The whole time that he was driving madly, I cried. He didn’t say anything and instead he kept giving me tissues which made me angrier and cry harder. One minute he kisses me, then protects me from his crazy friend and then he hits me and tells me that he hates me and wants me for sex and now he is giving me tissues!
He tugged me to the house and in the house, he lifted me up again and took me to the bathroom that looked so eerily familiar and washed my face and changed my clothes wordlessly. Then he started to put some ointment on my lips. I hated him.
“Why are you doing this? Are you crazy or something?” I asked. My voice cracked due to all the shouts and cries.
“Because I have to and if you don’t talk, I’ll appreciate it cause I’m trying to put the ointment on your lips.” he whispered.
“I hate you!” I felt a huge lump in my throat and tried to fight back the tears but I couldn’t and so began another round of crying.
He stayed silent and rubbed the freaking ointment on my lips gently. It burnt on my lips. I wanted to wipe it off but he caught my hand.
“Don’t!” he said firmly.
I cried out. He put some more and then rubbed my lips again.
“Done. I’m going to the kitchen to bring some ice, go to the bedroom and rest on the bed. I’ll be back in a sec.”
I didn’t do anything and just kept crying. He shook his head and tugged me to the bedroom.
“I’m getting really tired of this.” He said.
He went out of the room and locked the door behind him. Damn it!
I looked in the mirror. My left eyebrow was wounded and my left eye was almost black, my cheeks looked bruised, my nose was still bleeding slightly and my lips were covered with some white stuff. Holy crap! What have they done to my face? I looked like a zombie!
He entered the room and put a tray on the bed.
“Come here.” He ordered.
I took my look from mirror to his eyes. They were serious. I sat on the bed. He covered my wounded eyebrow with a band aid and gave me a glass of water with a brown pill.
“Eat it.” He said as he started to make an ice pack.
“How do I know you haven’t spiked it with…” I breathed.
“EAT IT!” he shouted.
As I swallowed the pill and drank the water after it, he finished making the ice pack.
“Lie down” he ordered.
I did what I was told. I didn’t want him to shout again, I’d had enough for that day. He pulled up my new shirt and put the ice pack on my stomach. As I felt the chill of the ice, I sneezed and gave my whole body a shock of pain.
He laughed silently and made a smaller ice pack and put that on my left cheek, covering both my left cheek and eye. I sneezed again. Twice.
“God this is so cold!!” I complained.
He put another pack of ice on my right cheek and took off my shoes.
“Have a good sleep, Love.” He said and turned off the lights and went out of the room, locking the door behind him.
I fell asleep as I closed my wet painful eyes.
When I woke up, I didn’t move at all. First took a deep breath and opened my eyes slowly and took a look around. I was lying on a King sized bed and… I was in somebody’s arm!
A guy … with straight brown hair. I couldn’t see his face. His back was so hot. He was topless and had the sheet covering his legs. His hand was holding my wrist… it was warm and soft. I slowly took out my hand from his.
“You’re awake, aren’t you love?” he whispered softly.
This voice belonged to… Louis! He turned his face and looked at me with a smile.
“You seem very good!!!” He said and pulled me closer to him.
“Louis!” I exclaimed. How did he end up here?
“Good morning!” He said as if everything was normal.
“But… Harry! If Harry…” He didn’t let me finish.
“Harry’s not here.”
“Wha… what are you doing here?” I asked.
“What am I doing here? Can’t I be in my own house, now?” He exclaimed.
“Your house?!” I raised my eyebrows in shock which wasn’t the best move. My wound hadn’t healed properly yet.
He nodded.
“But Harry took me to his house and he…”
“God how hard they beat you?! It was me, I, took you here last night.” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was as shocked as me and a bit worried as well.
“But it was Harry!! I swear it was…”
“No it was not!! Marlya I think you had some illusions about Harry… you actually thought that I was him and that completely explains your last night sleep talkings and I don’t even wanna mention the stuff you said about him.”
I blinked a couple of times. Was I going crazy? Well now I found out why the bathroom seemed familiar. But I’d seen Harry’s face, I had looked into his eyes…
“Illusion? Are you kidding me? I saw Harry with my both eyes!”
“That’s why it’s called an illusion!”
I sighed. “And did you say sleep talking?”
“Yeah you kept calling Harry’s name and begging him not to leave you and some other stuff. When I came to replace your ice packs, you started crying and you looked so scared… so I slept next to you which was a terrible mistake ‘cause you kept talking and waking me up. I didn’t sleep at all last night.” He wasn’t exactly complaining, he was trying to get me out of this mood I guess but the shock was just too great.
I stood silent. I was talking about Harry in my sleep?
“You like him, don’t you?” he asked.
I bit my lips unconsciously.
“Ouch!” I shouted.
“Hey hey… I put a lot of effort to cure those lips!” he said.
“I hate him.” I said. Who was I trying to convince, Louis or myself?
“You can’t hate him, well the things you said last night…” he laughed nervously.
“I do tommo. I do.” I sighed.
He closed his eyes, and folded his eyebrows.
“You don’” he sighed.
He opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes.
“You love him Marlya, you can deny it a thousand times, but it’s just an obvious lie. I listened to your heart when you were talking about him in your sleep. A heart full of hatred towards someone won’t beat like that. I know that deep, deep inside…” He put his hand on my chest. “You love him more than you’re aware of.” He breathed.
My tears started to fall. I wiped them off my cheeks quickly. He was just trying to be nice, right? And what he said, was just a bunch of words that he turned into poetic sentences. He didn’t want me to be a heartbroken girl so he just said those stuff to somehow cheer me up, which I faked it. At that moment, I hated Harry. I planted a small chaste kiss on his cheek and smiled at him.
“Thank you tommo. I’m so sorry. I made a lot of trouble for you. I would never forget what you did for me.” I somehow changed the subject.
He smiled and started to caress my nose. “You’re welcome love… you’re welcome.”
“Hey.. umm… can I take a shower?” I asked.
“Of course you can!! Just be quick!!” he said.
“I don’t know what would I do if I hadn’t you, tommo.” I said and I meant it.
“I know…”
When I looked in the mirror again, my face seemed way better than last night! My cheeks were less bruised, my lips were almost cured and my nose, thankfully, wasn’t broken.
I took a quick shower as he said and went downstairs.
“How did you know where I was, by the way?” I said to Lou at the kitchen. He was making breakfast.
“Harry called me to… to get you home. He said… well you were lucky that I was near the mall and you didn’t look well, obviously, so I brought you here!”
“Oh…” I said, not quite convinced.
We ate breakfast and then we went upstairs, to change my band aid.
“So…umm…where did you learn all these stuff?” I asked him while he was carefully removing my eyebrow’s band aid.
“My mom. She is a wonderful nurse. When I was little, she took me to the hospital every night.” He replied and threw the used band aid in the bin.
“That’s really nice lou!!”
He smiled. “Your small tiny wound is healing really fast!!” He laughed and put a new band aid on my eyebrow.
Then he rubbed some ointment on my lips.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome!!”
He put the stuff in a white-red box, next to the mirror. When he was closing the box’s door, I saw dozens of band aids in it.
“Hey… can I ask you something?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not the only girl that you… took care of, am I?” I asked awkwardly.
“Nope.”
“So there were more girls?”
“Yep.”
“Beaten by Harry and Niall?” He was sticking to short answers. Did it mean he didn’t want to talk about it?
“Not only them! Zayn and Liam and … well… sometimes I was the one that…” Nope! My assumption was wrong.
He stopped talking when he saw my face.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Zayn?!...I just can’t believe that… Liam or you…”
“I’m afraid it’s true. Look, it’s just what we are, okay? It’s part of our job! We are not good people. You are the only girl that can walk after she has been beaten by Niall and Harry. They don’t go easy on anyone. If you weren’t Zayn’s friend… God knows you could be dead. You are so lucky.” He said and went out of the bathroom.
I followed him.
“Have you guys ever… killed anyone?” I asked. The answer was obvious.
“Yes.” He replied.
“Oh my god…” I stepped back.
“We’re not good people! We …”
“Okay stop! Stop! Damn it stop!” I cried.
He came closer.
“Don’t come near me, Don’t! ya’ll are killers!! All of you are sick sadistic bastards!” I said and threw a vase that was in the hallway at him.
He ducked his head. The vase turned into pieces when hit the ground.
“Calm down!!” he ordered.
I stepped back again and took a picture off the wall and threw it at him. He ducked again and clenched his fists.
“You are acting irrational love!”
I knew he was trying to control himself not to hit me.
“Irrational?! I’ve been almost raped, beaten twice by your sick friend Niall and by that son of a bitch, Harry, been scared to death, found out my best friend is a killer and went so crazy that I thought you were Harry, all in less than 48 hours. So don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down, I just can’t!” I screamed and slumped against the wall and sat on the floor crying.
He walked over to me. I closed my eyes and waited for a fist or a kick from him… but instead, he sat next to me and hugged me.
“I know love… I know… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have let you know. I’m so sorry.” He said while stroking my hair.
I don’t know how many minutes or hours I sat there and kept crying, but the whole time I knew that I was in Louis’ arms who was sitting next to me silently, gently rubbing my arm and stroking my hair and wiping the tears off my sore cheeks.
I knew I needed someone to comfort me and I think he knew it too. He knew that I needed him. He knew that after all these things, I needed someone to comfort me. After a long time, I felt safe… in his arms.
I went out of the mall. My blood dropping on the ground as I almost ran the whole way and kept bumping into people. I think I looked awful. My hands were on my nose, as it was bleeding hell, the rest of my face that wasn’t covered by my hand, looked bruised and I was crying as hell.
I had a pounding headache and my face was still on fire. Everything seemed a bit blurry as I was crying. I knew that everyone were stopping and staring at me.
“Hey, girl, you want some help?” someone asked me.
“No… no…” I looked at the ground. I couldn’t talk!
I hated the fact that I loved him. My heart was broken. My face was screwed. My body was in pain. My life sucked. I was alone.
“But you’re bleeding!! C’mon I’ll…”
“Back off!!” someone said from behind.
I turned back and blinked a couple of times to see clearer. Harry. The guy left and he looked at me.
“Fuck off!!” I said to him, weeping.
“Don’t be silly!!” he said and grabbed my back.
I struggled to get him off me but he was way stronger.
“Damn it girl!!” he said and lifted me up and put me in his arms and went towards his car. I kept hitting his back and his shoulder with my powerless hands till he put me down. He didn’t say anything, he just opened the door and put me in the car despite my fruitless struggles.
The whole time that he was driving madly, I cried. He didn’t say anything and instead he kept giving me tissues which made me angrier and cry harder. One minute he kisses me, then protects me from his crazy friend and then he hits me and tells me that he hates me and wants me for sex and now he is giving me tissues!
He tugged me to the house and in the house, he lifted me up again and took me to the bathroom that looked so eerily familiar and washed my face and changed my clothes wordlessly. Then he started to put some ointment on my lips. I hated him.
“Why are you doing this? Are you crazy or something?” I asked. My voice cracked due to all the shouts and cries.
“Because I have to and if you don’t talk, I’ll appreciate it cause I’m trying to put the ointment on your lips.” he whispered.
“I hate you!” I felt a huge lump in my throat and tried to fight back the tears but I couldn’t and so began another round of crying.
He stayed silent and rubbed the freaking ointment on my lips gently. It burnt on my lips. I wanted to wipe it off but he caught my hand.
“Don’t!” he said firmly.
I cried out. He put some more and then rubbed my lips again.
“Done. I’m going to the kitchen to bring some ice, go to the bedroom and rest on the bed. I’ll be back in a sec.”
I didn’t do anything and just kept crying. He shook his head and tugged me to the bedroom.
“I’m getting really tired of this.” He said.
He went out of the room and locked the door behind him. Damn it!
I looked in the mirror. My left eyebrow was wounded and my left eye was almost black, my cheeks looked bruised, my nose was still bleeding slightly and my lips were covered with some white stuff. Holy crap! What have they done to my face? I looked like a zombie!
He entered the room and put a tray on the bed.
“Come here.” He ordered.
I took my look from mirror to his eyes. They were serious. I sat on the bed. He covered my wounded eyebrow with a band aid and gave me a glass of water with a brown pill.
“Eat it.” He said as he started to make an ice pack.
“How do I know you haven’t spiked it with…” I breathed.
“EAT IT!” he shouted.
As I swallowed the pill and drank the water after it, he finished making the ice pack.
“Lie down” he ordered.
I did what I was told. I didn’t want him to shout again, I’d had enough for that day. He pulled up my new shirt and put the ice pack on my stomach. As I felt the chill of the ice, I sneezed and gave my whole body a shock of pain.
He laughed silently and made a smaller ice pack and put that on my left cheek, covering both my left cheek and eye. I sneezed again. Twice.
“God this is so cold!!” I complained.
He put another pack of ice on my right cheek and took off my shoes.
“Have a good sleep, Love.” He said and turned off the lights and went out of the room, locking the door behind him.
I fell asleep as I closed my wet painful eyes.
When I woke up, I didn’t move at all. First took a deep breath and opened my eyes slowly and took a look around. I was lying on a King sized bed and… I was in somebody’s arm!
A guy … with straight brown hair. I couldn’t see his face. His back was so hot. He was topless and had the sheet covering his legs. His hand was holding my wrist… it was warm and soft. I slowly took out my hand from his.
“You’re awake, aren’t you love?” he whispered softly.
This voice belonged to… Louis! He turned his face and looked at me with a smile.
“You seem very good!!!” He said and pulled me closer to him.
“Louis!” I exclaimed. How did he end up here?
“Good morning!” He said as if everything was normal.
“But… Harry! If Harry…” He didn’t let me finish.
“Harry’s not here.”
“Wha… what are you doing here?” I asked.
“What am I doing here? Can’t I be in my own house, now?” He exclaimed.
“Your house?!” I raised my eyebrows in shock which wasn’t the best move. My wound hadn’t healed properly yet.
He nodded.
“But Harry took me to his house and he…”
“God how hard they beat you?! It was me, I, took you here last night.” I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was as shocked as me and a bit worried as well.
“But it was Harry!! I swear it was…”
“No it was not!! Marlya I think you had some illusions about Harry… you actually thought that I was him and that completely explains your last night sleep talkings and I don’t even wanna mention the stuff you said about him.”
I blinked a couple of times. Was I going crazy? Well now I found out why the bathroom seemed familiar. But I’d seen Harry’s face, I had looked into his eyes…
“Illusion? Are you kidding me? I saw Harry with my both eyes!”
“That’s why it’s called an illusion!”
I sighed. “And did you say sleep talking?”
“Yeah you kept calling Harry’s name and begging him not to leave you and some other stuff. When I came to replace your ice packs, you started crying and you looked so scared… so I slept next to you which was a terrible mistake ‘cause you kept talking and waking me up. I didn’t sleep at all last night.” He wasn’t exactly complaining, he was trying to get me out of this mood I guess but the shock was just too great.
I stood silent. I was talking about Harry in my sleep?
“You like him, don’t you?” he asked.
I bit my lips unconsciously.
“Ouch!” I shouted.
“Hey hey… I put a lot of effort to cure those lips!” he said.
“I hate him.” I said. Who was I trying to convince, Louis or myself?
“You can’t hate him, well the things you said last night…” he laughed nervously.
“I do tommo. I do.” I sighed.
He closed his eyes, and folded his eyebrows.
“You don’” he sighed.
He opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes.
“You love him Marlya, you can deny it a thousand times, but it’s just an obvious lie. I listened to your heart when you were talking about him in your sleep. A heart full of hatred towards someone won’t beat like that. I know that deep, deep inside…” He put his hand on my chest. “You love him more than you’re aware of.” He breathed.
My tears started to fall. I wiped them off my cheeks quickly. He was just trying to be nice, right? And what he said, was just a bunch of words that he turned into poetic sentences. He didn’t want me to be a heartbroken girl so he just said those stuff to somehow cheer me up, which I faked it. At that moment, I hated Harry. I planted a small chaste kiss on his cheek and smiled at him.
“Thank you tommo. I’m so sorry. I made a lot of trouble for you. I would never forget what you did for me.” I somehow changed the subject.
He smiled and started to caress my nose. “You’re welcome love… you’re welcome.”
“Hey.. umm… can I take a shower?” I asked.
“Of course you can!! Just be quick!!” he said.
“I don’t know what would I do if I hadn’t you, tommo.” I said and I meant it.
“I know…”
When I looked in the mirror again, my face seemed way better than last night! My cheeks were less bruised, my lips were almost cured and my nose, thankfully, wasn’t broken.
I took a quick shower as he said and went downstairs.
“How did you know where I was, by the way?” I said to Lou at the kitchen. He was making breakfast.
“Harry called me to… to get you home. He said… well you were lucky that I was near the mall and you didn’t look well, obviously, so I brought you here!”
“Oh…” I said, not quite convinced.
We ate breakfast and then we went upstairs, to change my band aid.
“So…umm…where did you learn all these stuff?” I asked him while he was carefully removing my eyebrow’s band aid.
“My mom. She is a wonderful nurse. When I was little, she took me to the hospital every night.” He replied and threw the used band aid in the bin.
“That’s really nice lou!!”
He smiled. “Your small tiny wound is healing really fast!!” He laughed and put a new band aid on my eyebrow.
Then he rubbed some ointment on my lips.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome!!”
He put the stuff in a white-red box, next to the mirror. When he was closing the box’s door, I saw dozens of band aids in it.
“Hey… can I ask you something?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not the only girl that you… took care of, am I?” I asked awkwardly.
“Nope.”
“So there were more girls?”
“Yep.”
“Beaten by Harry and Niall?” He was sticking to short answers. Did it mean he didn’t want to talk about it?
“Not only them! Zayn and Liam and … well… sometimes I was the one that…” Nope! My assumption was wrong.
He stopped talking when he saw my face.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Zayn?!...I just can’t believe that… Liam or you…”
“I’m afraid it’s true. Look, it’s just what we are, okay? It’s part of our job! We are not good people. You are the only girl that can walk after she has been beaten by Niall and Harry. They don’t go easy on anyone. If you weren’t Zayn’s friend… God knows you could be dead. You are so lucky.” He said and went out of the bathroom.
I followed him.
“Have you guys ever… killed anyone?” I asked. The answer was obvious.
“Yes.” He replied.
“Oh my god…” I stepped back.
“We’re not good people! We …”
“Okay stop! Stop! Damn it stop!” I cried.
He came closer.
“Don’t come near me, Don’t! ya’ll are killers!! All of you are sick sadistic bastards!” I said and threw a vase that was in the hallway at him.
He ducked his head. The vase turned into pieces when hit the ground.
“Calm down!!” he ordered.
I stepped back again and took a picture off the wall and threw it at him. He ducked again and clenched his fists.
“You are acting irrational love!”
I knew he was trying to control himself not to hit me.
“Irrational?! I’ve been almost raped, beaten twice by your sick friend Niall and by that son of a bitch, Harry, been scared to death, found out my best friend is a killer and went so crazy that I thought you were Harry, all in less than 48 hours. So don’t tell me to calm down! I can’t calm down, I just can’t!” I screamed and slumped against the wall and sat on the floor crying.
He walked over to me. I closed my eyes and waited for a fist or a kick from him… but instead, he sat next to me and hugged me.
“I know love… I know… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have let you know. I’m so sorry.” He said while stroking my hair.
I don’t know how many minutes or hours I sat there and kept crying, but the whole time I knew that I was in Louis’ arms who was sitting next to me silently, gently rubbing my arm and stroking my hair and wiping the tears off my sore cheeks.
I knew I needed someone to comfort me and I think he knew it too. He knew that I needed him. He knew that after all these things, I needed someone to comfort me. After a long time, I felt safe… in his arms.
Notes
Sooo.... any Larlya shippers? LOLTell me what you think!!!
Thank you for reading!! xx
You can't let Niall die !!!!!!!!!! Don't you fucking dare !!!!!! >:-(
8/14/15