For a Reason

I have to get away. Away from this place. But everytime I do HE always drags me back. But this time is different. A boy finds me and he's different. And even though my past is torn, I know now everything happens for a reason.


5. Hurt

Niall's POV

We took the skid-dish girl home with us. She was silent the whole way so we were too. She kept looking at us funny, like we were going to hurt her.

When we got to my place all the boys stayed and Zayn called a doctor. We all could tell she was in pain. 

"So whats your name?" I came up and sat next to her on the couch.

" My name's Nichole." she said quietly.

" Well it nice to meet cha Nichole. I'm Niall." I stuck out my hand and she shook it, not looking at me.

" Well, Nichole, the doctor is going to be here in about 5 min-" she cut me off.

"What?! Now I ca-can't see a doctor!" she tried to get up. 

"Hey, your obviously hurt. Just stay here for her. She a really nice doctor. She won't hurt you." I tried to grab her arm and she yelped and clutched it. I was about to apologize when the doctor came in.

"Which one of you am I here for?" the doctor asked immediately.

"That'd be Nichole over here." I said, pointing to her. Nichole looked at me like she was mad at me.

" Nichole, please come up and sit here." The doctor pointed to the counter and Nichole went up and sat there reluctantly. The doc checked her temperature and heart beat and all that while the boys and I sat there.

"Now Nichole, can you please take off your over shirt?" she asked nicely.

"No." Nichole said weakly.

"I need to see what under there." Looking defeated, Nichole took it off and the doc. gasped. All the boys and I stood up and went over to her.

Her arms were covered in bruises and cuts. her hand even had pieces of glass sticking out. And then, on her left arm, was a jagged and deep cut down it.

The doctor was shocked, as was the rest of us.

"Nichole, who did this to you?" I asked quietly.

"I can't tell you." she said, looking up at me. "I-I need to go now." she started towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I think Harry was the one who asked.

" I don't know." she was out the door when I went after her. I motioned for the boys to stay there and when I saw her she was running down the side walk.

"WAIT!" I called after her and I saw her trip and fall. I got up to her and she was crying, not from the fall but just letting it all go. 

I got down to her level and pulled her into a hug. She sobbed into my shirt and I just let her let it all out.

Sometimes, all you need is a shoulder to cry on.


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