That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



79. Gruesome.

*Elle's POV*

"...We're almost there, but I hafta go. See ya." Niall finished off the phone call, his hands shaking as he slipped it in his pocket. I leaned onto his side once more as I tried to limp my way to the neon sign reading 'Hospital'. I cringed as I hit my leg the wrong way, a grunt coming from the bottom of my feet.

"Ugh." I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. I still hadn't seen the damage, but as soon as Niall saw it he started to freak out and fuss over me, so I figured that it probably wasn't good.

"Ellie! Are you alright?" Niall asked, his eyebrows creasing as he stopped walking. His hand massaged y side, which was already feeling bruised.

I shook my head. "I have no idea, babe." I sighed, readjusting my arm around his shoulder. Niall suddenly wrapped his arms around my body and picked me up, my head now resting on his shoulder. Tears streamed down my face as he ran the rest of the way, jumping through the automatic doors and calling out for help. I couldn't speak as the sobs racked through me as I realized what had just happened. If Niall hadn't been there... I could've been raped. I could be dead.

"Miss, please calm down." One of the hospital staff took me from Niall's arms and put me into a wheelchair, where I sat limply down, glancing at my leg. I was horrified. Blood leaked through my pants to reveal torn, ugly skin with bits of glass stuck in my jeans and skin. I gasped, making the cries get caught in my throat.

"You as well, sir!" The lady tried to calm Niall down, who was shaking beside me, his hand resting on top of my head. I couldn't take my eyes off of the damaged skin.

"Niall!" Someone's voice called out dimly from my right, but I didn't care to even look. I was too busy being disgusted by the look of my own skin. It was gruesome, knowing that just a few moments ago, someone had done this to me. It scared me right out of my skin.

"How did this happen?" I could see who it was now; It was Harry. He looked at me with such pain, that it made me want to throw up. I knew Harry had felt feelings towards me, but I hadn't known how strong. Just now, I realized how much it hurt him that I'd chosen Niall over him, when there wasn't really much competition.

"I-I can't talk right now. I have to go with her-" Niall said, sniffing as I was being wheeled away by a nurse of some kind.

"No, sir, you are staying right here while we stitch her up. She'll be just a few minutes."

Niall complied, just like that. I was hurt, to see that he wasn't fighting to go with me, like I knew Liam had. Even though I wasn't here for it, I knew that he had. The look on his face when I woke him up was desperate. So I'd known.

"Can we sit by her?" Harry's voice called after us, his voice pleading. The nurse sighed, nodding. She went behind me and started to wheel me forward.

"C'mon then, Niall. Aren't you coming?" Harry demanded. No noise was made from Niall. I heard a sigh as Harry followed. I couldn't hear Niall. But he had to have come, right?

"It'll be alright, Elle. Your leg will be right back to normal." Harry reassured me, grinning cheekily at me. "It's just a little scratch."

I snorted, shaking my head. "I'm going to be scarred for life." I groaned, more tears spilling. "I'm never going to be able to model again, am I?"

Harry didn't answer. He didn't know either. My head tilted to the back, searching for Niall. He was behind us, his head drooping.

"Niall. Come here." I whispered, my arm weakly gesturing him forward. He stepped up, his hand on my shoulder. Harry's clasped my other shoulder, both hands hot on my skin. I sighed, leaning back.

"So, it's stitches?" I asked, once we arrived to the room we were going to. The nurse nodded, her gaze sympathetic.

"No fun, right? I'll be right back with supplies."

I was definitely not looking forward to having stitches. What was I going to do? I was going to be fired from my job, probably, which made the whole damn situation much better, huh?

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