Forget Me Not

This story is about Laura Stevens and her journey to find her lost love, Niall Horan. They had been friends since they were 13 and she even went to his X Factor audition with him. 2 years later it's Christmas Eve and she hasn't heard from Niall since. She thought she was in love but when she finds him she's not so sure anymore. This story is a dramatic tale of, love, betrayal, and forgiveness


14. Wounded Angel

<(Laura's POV)> Niall hung up right after that. I was glad he was coming home. All the girls stared at me "you never told us you-" Perrie started. "I couldn't did you see how hard it was to tell Niall? It would have been just as hard telling you..." They all gathered me in a hug and we sat there for 20 minutes. Then the door flung up. The girls broke apart and i saw Niall standing there. Tears streaming down his face. His cheeks red and his hair sweaty from running. I ran to him and he scooped me up "Laura, don't ever do that to yourself! And you can tell me anything!" I rested my head in the nook of his neck, my favorite place to lay my head and i cried. Niall cried with me. The girls left to go see their boyfriends and tell them what exactly happened. My tears soaked through Niall's t shirt and he carried me to the couch. He set me down on his lap and i curled into a ball. Leaning into him. He picked up my arm and saw the scars. He let out a choke of pain and rubbed my arm with his thumb. I looked at him and tears were streaming from them. I kissed his neck and he looked at me with his deep blue eyes. The ones i feel for 5 years ago. He kissed each one of my scars and rubbed my back and mumbled "never do that again.." He began to softly sing They Don't Know About Us when i began to drift into sleep. <(Niall's POV)> i couldn't believe my princess had kept this from me. That she'd done that to herself. I wasn't angry, just sad that i didn't know in time to help. I called Harry and he said he knew about the hate but she never told him about the cutting. He would have never let her done it. I thanked him and hung up. Laura was asleep in my lap and looked like an angel. A wounded angel...
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