What would you do if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Run? That's what Lucy and Nina did. Running led them to One Direction. Now, becoming best friends with the boys is easy. Lovers, amazing. But when names get to the press on a trip to Italy,  everybody better run because stories will be told and horrors will be relived when someone shows their SCARS.


8. Chapter 7

(Lucy's POV)

Once we had all eaten our share of pizza(which was nowhere near fair seeing as Niall ate most of it) I could see Nina drifting off to sleep. Liam must have seen this too because soon he was leading me to his room.

"ok. So you can sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor." he said while pulling out pair of sweats and a sort for me to where. "the bathroom is right there." he pointed out the direction.


I could feel his gaze burning into my back as I entered the bathroom. I stripped the jeans and button blouse I was wearing. I tried to quickly put on the clothes from Liam, but I caught the reflection in the mirror. As usual, I was mortified at the girl staring back at me.

She had pale skin, sprinkled with freckles and littered with scars. Across her stomach was a lightening bolt, with the name 'Ed' carved even deeper. Ed. The man that took me. Beat, raped, and starved me. The man that killed who I was and created this... This pale faced freak that can't go a day without breaking down...

"Lucy? You ok?" Liam's soft voice from outside the bathroom rips my gaze away from the body in the glass.

"yeah... Hang on." I quickly put on the clothing and leave the bathroom so Liam can use it.

5 minutes later Liam is sitting beside me, looking at me, searching my eyes for something.

"Lucy, please... Please tell me what happened."

"I can't Liam... I can't talk about it anymore today... If you want to know go ask Harry."

So he did. Mere seconds after he left I heard Nina and Niall walking past the door, and I decided I didn't want to be in here alone.

I began wandering the hallway. Entering everything that wasn't a bed room. I found a game room, dance room, music room. Music room?

As I walked in I noticed a vintage couch on one side across from a full wall of CDs. Glancing at the CDs, I picked one out and layed on the couch as it began to play.

I didn't remember getting through the first song. I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know, I'm being picked up from the couch. I open my eyes to see Liam, who smiles down at me. His cheeks are stained with tears. I reach up to brush them away, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. I can feel my heart beat quicken as we enter his room. He gently places me on the bed and begins for the floor. I grab his arm.

"stay." he just looks at me, my eyes pleading. "please" I whisper. He climbs into the bed and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me towards his toned, exposed chest. As I trace the muscles of his biceps he kisses my forehead, and I barely hear him whisper "I'm so sorry Lucy" as I drift to sleep.


In opening my eyes, I came face to face with a bare chest. Arms were around my waist. 

Who is holding me?

I was about to scream when I hear a soft voice, "good morning love."

I let out a sigh of relief as I look up into the familiar chocolate brown eyes. "Good morning Liam."

We lay there for about 5 minutes before Liam retreats to the bathroom. I wander the hall again, looking for a room I came across last night.

When I finally find it, I enter. I'm greeted by the new looking wooden floor. The full wall mirror and barré. Something tells me these boys don't dance. 

After running to grab a CD from the music room, I move to the center of the floor.

"When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse..."

As Cold play's 'Fix You' runs through the speaker I begin my dance. Dance is my escape. Through everything, dance has always been there. Never changing, just growing stronger, one move at a time.

My song begins to come to a close, when the music stops. But only the music. The singing is still going. But it isn't the artist. It's Liam, standing behind me, with Niall, Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Nina flanking him. 

Soon the boys join Liam singing, and Nina joins me on the floor. 

As the song ends, I barely have time to finish my last move before Nina pulls me into a tight hug. The boys have left, except Niall, who must be wanting to talk to Nina in here alone. I return Nina's tight hug, with the love you would give your sister. Your savior.

"I'll always be here to fix you."


Ok. So Thanksgiving is tomorrow. We are so thankful for all who read this!! Hopefully and update will come tomorrow but no promises. I not then it will have to wait till Friday night. :/


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