Creatively attached

Seventeen about to be eighteen year old Lily has been a complete stranger to the outside world. She stays inside and stays away from all of the bullies as much as possible. She's been bullied by pretty much everyone in her school since third grade. When this anti-social meets an all around fun guy named Niall will he be able to change her and patch all of her pain?


7. Chapter seven

Lily's p.o.v 

I put my headphones in and press play. I drowned out the world surrounding me as I walk to the park. My mind wanders to one of the comments my mum made on the way home.


"You know Lily that's very sweet that he did all of that for you even though he barely knows you." I smile. "Yeah it was.. I don't feel alone any more like I used to." I can see my mum smile out of the corner of my eye. "You know it looked like he likes you." I sigh knowing that it's probably not true. "Mum I honestly don't think he likes me..." I trail off. "Sweetie the way he was looking at you seemed like he really cares about you wither you can see it or not. I'm telling you he likes you."  I look out of the window as my mum continues on about Niall and how she thinks he likes me and of course questions.

                                                            *End of flashback*

I don't realize that someone's calling my name until i take out my headphones and see that i'm already at the park. I look around and see Niall jogging towards me. "Hi..." I say nervously. He gives me a warm smile and replies, "Hey Lily!" "So why'd you want to meet me here?" I ask. "Well,um, i kind of wanted to talk to you..." he starts his voice trailing off at the end. "Okay... Let's talk.." He shakes his head. "No.. Not here.. I want to show you something. We can talk there." Niall assures me. I nod and he grabs my hand. We start walking through the park and eventually come to a path. We keep walking for what seems like a good hour before Niall finally stops. In front of me is a field. Hands still intertwined he leads me into the field and we sit down. "Do you get out often?" He asks. I wait a minute then decide to be truthful and reply," Uh, no I don't. I kind of stopped coming outside when Tiffany, Rachel, Kimberly and some of their friends started following me home in sixth grade. They used to stand outside of my house while my mum was at work and shout insults at me. One time they even threw a rock in my door wen i opened it. It had a piece of paper attached to it and it basically said that I needed to kill myself and that no one wold ever like me because of the fact that no matter what I did to try and change I'd always be ugly and fake. So I stopped coming outside and ignored the outside world..." I finish noticing that tears are streaming down my eyes at the retell of the horrible memory. Niall turns to me and takes my face in his hands. He wipes away all of the tears with his thumbs and....

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