I'm Yours

Jordan Taylor was just a typical 18-year-old girl who had recently moved to London from America. But she was different from in a way. Unlike every other girl, America or London, she wasn't so crazy over the boyband known as One Direction. One day, she falls, hard. Why? Let's just say a certain blue-eyed, Irish blonde boy was involved...


9. Help

"Jordan! What's wrong?! Are you alright?!" I hear Eleanor say outside of the door. I keep my place in the corner, curled up in a ball, crying uncontrollably. I keep my face in my arms.

"Come here! You can't run! You can't hide from me!"

I feel my heart beat faster than ever. Next thing I know, Niall is barging through the bathroom door. "Jordan. Are you alright? What happened?" I don't answer. I just throw myself into his arms and cry into his shirt. Holding him tight. He leads me into the hallway. "Jordan. What's wrong? What happened?" He says calmly as he strokes my hair. I take a deep breath and wipe my tears.

"It was two years ago. Summer. There was this guy, John, my old boyfriend. He was so loving at first, so sweet, so nice. I didn't know..." I stopped.

"Jordan, it's okay. You can tell us."

"I didn't know that he was so violent. And angry. And harsh. He abused me. I didn't tell anyone. Until know. I managed to hide my scars and bruises. I wore turtlenecks that hid the bruises on my neck. I wore longsleeves to cover the marks on my wrists when he used to hold them too tight. I wore pants to cover the bruises on my legs. I used makeup to cover up the bruises and marks on my face when he hit me. I went home in pain. Cried almost everyday. I just wanted to give up so bad. But I fought through it. I got away from him. I was so lucky to have my dad get this job here in London. I thought I could forget everything. But I couldn't. I'm broken." I feel the tears stream down my puffy cheeks again. Niall pulls me into his chest.

"Shhh, Shh. It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore," he whispers as he caressed my hair. I let out a deep sob. "I promise, I will never hurt you, or let anyone hurt you ever again." As he kissed my head, I saw a tiny little teardrop roll down his pink cheeks. 

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