Jessica Moore finds herself in any girls dream position...meeting One Direction.

For her 18th birthday her two best friends Alyssia and Megan arrange a special day out, but when things go from bad to worse, what will she decide? What seems like the perfect position may backfire as easily as it all started...


8. Battered And Bruised


Arguing. I woke up to arguing. That could never be good...could it?

“She won’t want the police or ambulance involved okay?! Jesus I’ve known her for a hell of a lot longer than you have Liam, don’t you dare call that fucking number!” Liss was now practically screaming, and from the sounds of it was fighting back tears too. I had a pounding headache and barely enough energy to open my eyes, but Liss was right. I didn’t want any police snooping around, no matter what had happened, and I sure as hell didn’t want to end up in a hospital bed...again.

“Niall?” my voice croaked as I could see a vague outline of a blonde boy come and crouch down next to me

“Jess, it’s me, it’s Niall” he said reassuringly, never had I craved hearing someone’s voice as much as I wanted to hear his now

“Niall don’t make me go to the hospital, please Niall, I can’t go there I just-“

“No one’s making you do anything or go anywhere okay sweetie? Liam she’s right, don’t call the police, just get Paul here. Now.” He said the last part to Liam who was now redialling his phone.

I didn’t remember much else of the evening. Apart from a lot of crying, coming from practically everyone around me. I just kept my eyes shut the whole journey back, head on Niall’s lap whilst he pressed what I’m assuming was his shirt against the open wound on the back of my head as I tried to shut everything and everyone out. I could hear a lot of ‘it’s all my fault’ through massive sobs. This was no one’s fault. It’s just karma. Very bad karma.


“Shhh guys! I don’t wanna wake her” Niall whispered from beside me

“It’s too late, I’m awake” I replied, pulling my aching torso up from wherever it was I had been sleeping. It was broad daylight already “what time even is it?” I questioned the 7 faces that were now crowding around me

“It’s 1 in the afternoon, but don’t worry about that” Niall said, pulling a concerned looking expression in my direction before asking the dreaded question... “how are you?”

How was I? My head felt like a thousand tonnes of bricks had just been dropped on it, every inch of my body was aching as if I had been stabbed a billion times and some seriously bad memories had been swirling around my brain all night leaving me utterly restless. So what did I say? I told the most common lie known to mankind.

“I’m fine” I sighed, wiping the sweat off of my face. I must have looked a state, but right now I couldn’t care much less. The whole of One Direction had now seen me much worse - and in much less - than they would be seeing me in now as I’m presuming Niall was the one responsible for putting me in one of his overly baggy ‘Shat’ Wills hoodies and trackie bottoms. I reached up with my one free hand, as the other was propping me up, to rub the back of my head

“Err I wouldn’t do that if I were you” Liam said, quickly stopping my hand from making contact with my head. I shot a ‘let me do what I want to do’ look in his direction but he persisted on holding my hand away from my itching cut “Paul said that the cut wasn’t as bad as it originally seemed, but because it’s a head injury it bled a lot more than usual, so he bandaged it all up for you” Oh. That’s just great. Well at least I didn’t end up in the hospital...

“Oh shit,” I said, a thought occurring to me “you didn’t tell anyone did you?” I looked worriedly at Liss and Meg

“No we didn’t phone the police or ambul-“

“She’s not talking about them Harry,” Meg started, meeting my gaze whilst stroking his messy curls - clearly no one had had a very good night’s sleep “no we didn’t J, we didn’t think you’d want us to”

“Oh god no, please don’t. I don’t want anyone to know. Okay?” I glanced around the group as they eventually nodded back at me “Not my dad...or anyone. Right? Good.” I grimaced a little but carried on nonetheless “where even am I” I laughed a little, completely out of the loop

“Well Paul brought us back to the hotel, so I let you crash on my bed and I slept on the floor next to you” Niall smiled a little at me, more out of pity than anything else “and everyone else just crashed in my lounge and on the sofas” he finished

“Oh ok,” I met him with a smile in return

“Anyone want lunch? I’ll make whatever” Louis offered, ushering bodies out of the room as he could clearly see I needed some space

“No thanks Lou, but I could do with a cup of coffee? White, 2 sugars?” He nodded as he left

I turned to look at the only face left in the room, Niall.

“Thank you” I said, his eyes began welling up “I should be the one crying, not you!” I punched him lightly on the arm before collapsing onto him out of pure lack of energy

“I just, I thought that...”

“Niall stop it, you’re going to make me cry” I said bluntly, nestling my head into his chest as his arms wrapped around my shivering shoulders

Niall’s P.O.V.

I couldn’t help but think back to last night. The look of terror on Jess’ face as she was being dragged away, seeing her being pinned up against the wall by that monster, and finally, her being crumpled in a pile on the floor, blood trickling out along the floor and....No. I had to think positively. She’s here, she’s said she’s fine and most importantly I was here to look after her for as long as she needed me. I had to be strong for her. But what was I to make of the massive burns that covered the majority of her back? Should I ask? I will, just not now, I thought. Right now I had to be there for her, her shoulder to lean on

“Oh” I started, annoyed that I had to disturb her, she looked quite simply shattered “Paul says that since you refuse to get medical attention, you gotta stay here for a while so that he can keep an eye on you” she yawned just before she spoke, she looked so utterly fragile

“Yeah that’s fine, love you Niall” I felt my body tense up slightly before returning to normal, she loves me? No, I thought to myself again, don’t be silly. She’s a fan, she didn’t really mean it, and besides, she’s so tired she probably doesn’t even have a clue about half the things she’s saying.

“Love you too” I let out a mournful sigh, if only she knew...


“C’mon sweetie” I said, disturbing Jess’ light snoring pattern as she slept “Your coffee’s gonna get cold” I smiled down at her as she looked up to see what the fuss was about. I slowly helped her bruised body up off my bed where she stretched slightly, clearly still in pain

“Hey, you got any painkillers or something? Got a banging headache”

“Yeah I got loads cause of my knee, I’ll put them out on the counter for you” I exited the room

Jess’ P.O.V.

What a saint, I thought. A beautiful face and one of the kindest, sweetest and most caring people I had the fortune of knowing. Right, let’s attempt to sort my mess of a life out now, starting with my face.

I stood in the pristine white bathroom, leaning on the sink whilst gazing at my reflection in the mirror...well I think it was me, or at least the empty shell of a person that seemed vaguely familiar. Ah crap. My face was a god awful sight, and I fail to see that Niall would have any makeup remover wipes in his apartment... I dialled Liss’ number into my phone

“Oh hey Jess, whats wrong? Are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine you poo, but you get someone to run down to our apartment, get me some clothes and makeup and-“

“Jess shush, the rental ended on the flat earlier this morning, Styles picked up all our crap this morning, I think your case is under Niall’s bed”

“Oh ok, well thank him for me! I’ll be out in a sec” and with that I hung up.


My face was now looking considerably healthier thanks to the wonders of foundation. I had removed all of the black smudges which took up the majority of my face, the little lipstick I had left on my mouth and some of the blood that had smeared onto my cheeks. I still felt physically sick thinking about it, but as I learnt the hard way, it’s best not to dwindle on the past. I got out of Niall’s trackie bottoms and pulled on a pair of my skinny jeans, but left his hoodie on as even though it practically swamped me, to be quite frank with you it smelt like him. And he smelt comfortingly good; it made me feel like I wasn’t alone in all this madness...

“She’s alive!” Zayn practically cheered as I sheepishly made my way into the lounge where everyone else was sat eating, I saw Louis hit him and give him a ‘don’t be so insensitive look’, I just laughed

“Guys don’t worry, it’s still me, you don’t have to go tiptoeing around” I said as Liss and Meg leaped over and nearly knocked me to the floor with their hugs “but a little lighter on the hugs would be appreciated, I’m still a little bruised...but yes Zayn, don’t think you can get rid of me that easily!” I went and sat on the breakfast bar stool where Niall had placed the painkillers and coffee which was greatly needed. I just wanted life to resume, back to normal, as I had remembered it to be. Apart from maybe I could stay in London for a while, with the boys of course...

“What are we doing today then?” Liam asked, trying to lighten the mood

“Oooohh let’s go shopping!” Meg said in response, not sure whether she was more excited about spending her money or just being with Harry for the day “Oh, but J will you be up to that?” she looked at me apologetically

“Mmmm no not particularly, but I won’t be much fun today anyway, so go out! Please, don’t worry about me! If Niall doesn’t mind I was just planning on staying here” my eyes wondered to Niall who just grinned away at me...when I looked at Niall, god I don’t even know, it felt like all of my problems just melted away. I forgot about everything else, and everyone else. Nothing else seemed to matter when he was nearby.

“Yeah but you probably shouldn’t stay in on your own Jess” Meg sighed “I’ll stay”

“Ahh hell no!” I began “Meg we barely ever come out to London, you’re making the most of it. Go.” I said, practically shoving her out of the door now

“But Jess you-“

“It’s cool, I’ll stay” Niall suddenly appeared behind me, making me jump slightly “I’m waiting for a parcel to be delivered anyway” I was secretly relieved. As selfish as it sounded, I didn’t want Niall leaving my side. As Meg had already pointed out, he is my knight in shining armour.

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