Forever and Always

This is a story about a girl, who hasn't always had the best life....but she meets 5 boys, that pick up the pieces of her broken heart and fix it :)

Warning: May contain swearing and other things...


11. Chapter 10

I stood there for several seconds to compose myself, then launched myself into the bedroom.

The bed was still in where it always was, in the middle of the room. The bed was bare though, the pillows were all across the room, feathers everywhere. The sheets and blankets were strewn all over the place in pieces. Some were torn, others cut. The wooden bed frame looked like it had been hacked at with a knife. I grew the strength to look up at Louis, Zayn and Peter. They looked pretty beaten up, but were still going at each other. Louis was to the left of the bed. He had clearly been knocked over there. He looked bad, but at least I knew he was alive. I looked across to my right and saw Peter defending himself with a knife. A sense of relief washed over me. The boys were all alive! I was so glad. My relief was short lived though, when I realized that Zayn was trying to get o Peter with his bare hands.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and figured Liam was on his was. Liam can deal with Louis. I walked straight over to the other two. I sneaked behind Peter and pulled the sandy blonde hair that I used to run my fingers through, hair that came down just below his earlobe in a haircut that looked so adorable on him.

Peter shrieked and spun around to face me. I looked over his shoulder and saw that Liam had convinced Louis to leave and was now trying to persuade a very angry and annoyed Zayn.

"Oh babe, did you miss me so much you had to come back for more?" he taunted, stretching out to stroke me cheek.

"I couldn't have been more happy to leave, I came back to stop these losers from getting themselves hurt" I said, shoving his hand away.

He put the knife in a belt on his hip and took a step closer to me.

"How are you? Really babe?" he asked in a low voice just below my ear.

"Fine, and would you stop calling me babe?" I said, getting annoyed.

"You like it" he said moving closer, so now our bodies were pressed together.

I took a couple of steps back and hit the wall, he just followed me and put his hands above my head. Our bodies were so close it wasn't funny. I tried to duck out of the position, but he grabbed my hair. I winced in pain and straitened back up.

I didn't know what to do. I tried to move, but my legs felt frozen. I blinked and Peter's face was replaced with Liam's. I looked down and saw Peter on the ground. I was about to run, but a hand clasped around my ankle and pulled me to the ground. I was being pulled backwards, then arms circled around my waist. Peter got to his feet, but kept his arms around me the whole time.

"Let me go!" I yelled, struggling to break his grip.

"Shut up!" Peter yelled.

"Stop it! I'm sick and tired of this. You don't get your own way, so you do shit like this! Stop it, just stop it!" I yelled.

"Listen here bitch! If you don't shut the hell up, you're gonna regret it!" he yelled back.

I fell silent when I noticed the knife in his hand. I looked up at Liam and saw the pained look. I decided to try a new tactic.

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